100 DAYS OF MARRIAGE

Finding Emil.

I typed while crying, erasing, repeating, correcting, incorrectly, then typed again and erased again, so it kept repeating over and over again.

My mind is screwed, my concentration is split. I kept thinking about Emil, was it true that he went to see Sexyola like I thought? If true, I can't imagine what they're going to do. Imagining them doing 'it' broke my heart into pieces.

"Emil,,," I lowered my head, saying her name softly, no matter what my current situation is, almost 4 hours I'm in the workspace alone, reviewing the financial files of the last year of O'clan Fashion, ' she said, accompanied by the roar of tears that continue to linger, a painful heart and a heavy mind, until my head feels very sick.

Scroll clock on mobile, 00:15.

I opened the messaging app, saw Emil's contact has been inactive since noon. Where is he? Should I look for him? But wouldn't that further lower my pride in his eyes? But, won't I regret that tomorrow we'll actually be separated? And what if he actually found Sexyola? Will I be able to forgive him?

I rubbed my face trying to concentrate on work, but again I failed. Emil filled my whole mind.

I couldn't help it, my stupidity pushed me to find Emil, to meet him and talk about everything, wasn't every problem the solution was just heart-to-heart talk?

I left the mountain work after tidying up the files, then took the car keys in the room and immediately ran down the stairs to the basement, pulled out the car, and got out, driving alone through the streets of Paris in the quiet middle of the night.

My destination was Sexyola's apartment, for some reason I was so sure that Emil was there.

***

I rang the doorbell of Sexyola's apartment with a thumping heart and a leaping heart, O Lord, I must have gone mad, looking for my husband to his bed partner's house, but my heart could not endure all the anguish of the mind and forced me to seek it, to bring it back home with me.

It didn't take long for the door to open, Sexyola stood in a sexy and potent style, wearing a thin lingerie dress in red, very sexy and challenging. I acknowledge the perfection of her body as a woman.

Sexyola didn't talk, she just looked at me with a look in her eyes, paltry? Laughing? I don't know.

"A-a me,,,,"

"Right Emil said, you don't have the slightest confidence in him,"

'DEGS.'

Sexyola cut my sentence. Screaming as he pleased as if I was a bad partner for not trusting my own husband. But how can I trust him again and repeatedly lie to me?

"Is he here?" I asked immediately, I don't care what Sexyola thinks of me. Let it be if he thinks I'm stupid, or whatever.

"You think?" challenge Sexyola to lay her hands while leaning against the door.

"Emil,,," I started yelling, pushing Sexyola's body, forcibly entering, embarrassing? Sure, even I have lowered my own pride by doing this. But I don't care, I just want to meet Emil and take him home.

"Emil,,," I opened the door of the room that was already slightly open.

'DEGS.'

Both of my eyes widened, a man sleeping face down on the bed with his head facing the other direction, a blanket that covers the middle of his body, revealing his legs to his hairy calves, and the top - the back - the man who was perfectly exposed.

But he's not Emil.

"Get out of my house, you're not welcome here." Sexyola came, looking at me sharply full of hatred.

I exhaled, relieved.

"I'm sorry" I said sincerely, aware of my mistake and stupidity. Sexyola gave me no response, she breezed open the door for me to get out of her apartment.

***

Where is Emil? If not for Sexyola's place, where would she go? I drove the car to our apartment, the clock showed at 2 o'clock, the trip I did was quite time consuming, because the distance from one place to another was quite far.

When I got to the apartment, the lights went out, I turned it on and checked inside, empty, Emil also did not come to the apartment. So where is he going? Where is Emil?

I came out of the apartment limp, rubbing my wet face because the tears that kept dripping would not stop.

The club? One place flashed through my mind, Club, could it be that Emil came to the Night Club? There was one Club that became his favorite place in the past, when he was with Sexyola, did he go to that place?

I immediately ran, entered the elevator down to the ground floor, went to the basement and drove the car at high speed, my God, please, please meet me with Emil, I can't afford it if it has to be like this.

30 Minutes drive and I arrived, a very crowded club with visitors who had fun, the smell of alcohol filled the smell. Some couples who make love as they please in the open, or just kiss and squeeze.

I ignored the gaze of one or two people as I came who looked at me with a cynical look, I continued to enter, towards the Bartender.

"Can you help me?" deg-degan.

"Do you know this guy?" I showed you a picture of Emil on my phone.

He didn't answer, looked at me with a look I could understand, he knew Emil.

"I, I, I'm his wife. I was looking for him" I said bowed languidly, ashamed.

"VVIP A+ room" said the bartender, then he left me back to serve drunken visitors who shouted to pour him cocktails.

"Thank you," I shouted unanswered, I know, this is against his rules as an employee, but maybe because of seeing me so screwed up, the Bartender felt sorry for me.

VVIP A+ room, of course I really understand, I used to be a lover of places like this, drinkers, Club is an amusement park for me, until I decided to stop and try to be better. For Emil.

I took the elevator to the top floor, each floor I stopped, checking one door to the other. Tired up? Hugely. But I don't care about myself, I just think about Emil, say I'm crazy, because I love him so much even though he's hurt me so many times.

I got to the third floor. Some of the doors read VVIP +, until I found the door I was looking for, VVIP A+.

I opened the door and I saw the contents inside, Emil sitting on the sofa with 3, no, 4 women accompanying him, two on the right and left side, one on the back, no, 4 women accompanying him, and another one dancing ero.tis in front of her, their costumed bunny showing her whole sexy body.

Emil seemed surprised when I came, some of the bottles on the table in front of Emil were still intact, does that mean he did not drink the drink? He didn't touch her?

"Namira,,," Emil stood up. Upright. Bummer.

I walked quickly, pulling the ja.langs that surrounded him.

"Go you!" angry shout.

The women did not budge and instead held on to Emil's body.

My chest went up and down with a hunting breath. Staring at the nyalang Emil who was also looking at me with deep eyes. My appearance must have been bad, puffy eyes, red, puffy face and wet from tears and sweat.

"What are you doing here?" Emil asked, I swallowed a rough salivary, should such a question be asked?

"Stupid, of course I'm looking for you!"

"For what? You changed your mind? Not continuing to have fun with Fabrizio?"

"Enough Emil!" angry bentakku.

Scroll the bottle of drink on the table, long time no touch the haram made me want it so much, only the drink could calm me down. A long time ago, and I need it now.

"Mira!" emil shouted as I grabbed the bottle and directly chugged it in half.

"Stop!" he snapped, forcibly seizing the drink I drank, until it spilled on my chest and body.

I grabbed another bottle and downed it, this time Emil grabbed it and threw it against the wall.

"Ohhhh!" the ja.lang women shouted as the bottle broke.

They came out leaving me and Emil in tension.

My tears are flooding, my heart is hurting, why should it be like this?

"I hate you," I'm stuck. Emil cried, his tears fell one by one with a silent position looking at me pushy.

"But I love you, too" I continued to finish the sentence I was supposed to say.

Emil fell silent, as did I who waited for him to give me a response.

"We just end our relationship, I've thought things through, stop hurting each other, and we live our lives without knowing each other."

"DIG!"

***

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