AN EX? BUT MARRY YUK!!!

Episode 95 Angry

Risya who is already in her room in the office who does all her work and still though a lot of work Risya still looks Tidka focused and I don't know what she thinks makes her how many times to support her face with both of his hands and also looks stereos with his heavy breath.

Stores-tok-tok-tok.

"Lake in!" sahut Risya from within.

Risya's assistant who entered the room and again brought a flower bouquet that was never absent with a small paper bag that was guaranteed a gift again.

"This is a package for mom" said the woman. Risya took it and the tumben did not smile.

"Did Arga feel I was avoiding. Hence sending me another gift," Inner Risya who still considers Arga the sender of that gift.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, then" said the woman.

"Yes" answered Rishya. The woman came straight out of Risya's room and Risya put the flower on her desk and this time she did not open the gift and just put it in a drawer complete with her paper bag.

Risya again sighed harshly and covered her face with all 2 hands.

While Saras Risya's assistant who had previously exited Risya's room was walking in the office corridor.

"Relinas!" call Arga to make Saras turn his body.

"Sir Arga" said Saras, bowing his head.

"Who's flower did you bring to Risya's room?" asked Arga who apparently saw Saras bring the gift to his wife's room.

"No idea sir, that's what I usually deliver" replied Saras who never knew who the sender was.

"You said ordinary. Does this mean it's not the first time?" asked Arga with his serious face.

"Yes yes sir, a day can be many times," jawan Saras as it is.

"Then Risya's response how?" ask Arga.

"Bu Risya had a good time. Even always smile to yourself if you receive the bouquet and the gift," answered Saras who is what is not making it up because it is always a witness to Risya's expression.

"What's this!" hiss Arga left Saras.

"Why the hell Mr. Arga, strange," murmured Saras with wonder and the mere ringing of the bodo period.

Chequek.

The door of Risya's room in opened a little rough and made Risya who was still covering her face with her hands shocked to see Arga entering her room.

"Arga," said Risya.

Arga slowly entered by stepping his feet and his goal was directly on Risya's table with the bouquet that Risya had just received. Arga's head also went around in Risya's room how shocked Arga saw the room like a flower garden.

Which in every corner are many flowers, both large and small, on the floor and on the nightstand.

"When have you been collecting flowers?" ask Arga.

"You made me collect all this, this is a gift from you," replied Risya who made Arga surprised and looked at Risya seriously and her eyes opened wide.

"Did you say I gave it to you?" ask Arga to make sure.

"Since when I gave you flowers. Risya when we were dating I never gave me flowers. Because I can't stand the smell and can sneeze. That's why I don't like flowers and you know that. Then why do you say I gave you flowers" Arga said, insisting that she never gave Risya flowers.

Risya's face looked panicked and even what Arga said was right. There was no way Arga would give her flowers. Because Arga is allergic and why Risya also has a mind all those flowers are from Arga.

Arga who saw the room, suddenly his eyes were fixed on the board that was attached to a lot of paper and made Arga see it.

Risya's 2nd collection holds all the greeting cards by sticking to the square papa that is there and Arga reads the romantic writings that end with from the person who loves you.

"People who love you, I just found out if you have another man in your heart," Arga said suddenly with a hissing sound and Risya immediately looked towards Arga and approached Arga.

"What do you mean Arga?" ask Risya.

"I should ask you. What you've been doing all this time. You keep all these flowers in your room, all these tacky words you become a collection, you accept them all with happy expressions sent from other men who are not your husband," kecam Arga looks angry.

"I don't know any of this. I think this is from you. Don't get me wrong" Risya said, trying to defend himself.

"How is it possible from me. I never gave you anything" snapped Arga.

"Then if not who you are. I received all this, flowers, cards and gifts all I thought of you," Risya said.

"It's not just these flowers. You got a present too?" ask Arga whose emotions are getting explosive.

"Where do you keep!" snapped Arga who was getting more emotional.

Arga is even like a frenzy looking around in Risya's room until Risya and Risya's table ruffles frantically with Arga's anger ruffling his room until Arga opens a drawer and is really a collection hadia Risya's in there.

Expensive jewelry by sharing a shape that makes Arga close his teeth with a growl that clenches his hand and pulls the drawer out of place.

Bruckk.

Arga directly slammed it making Risya surprised by closing his eyes.

"You don't think I can buy all this to you!" yelling Arga completely misunderstood Risya.

"Tell me who the man who loves you is!" yelled Arga with a wiggle on Risya's shoulder.

"A_i. don't know Arga. You think all this is your gift," replied Risya with stammering eyes that began to fear and even his eyes were already in a deep pool.

"I didn't give it to Risya. You don't make up stories with your affair!" snapped Arga who accused Risya.

Arga's eyes also saw the necklace that was on Risya's neck.

"That canyon. It's not even a gift!" guess Arga.

"Yes," Risya replied as he was

"Suck!" as Arga pulled the necklace from Risya's neck and didn't ask for pain. It must hurt but Arga may not realize what he is doing and throw the necklace that does not know where thrown.

"You with her smile Risya told me to put it on you and it turned out that it was someone else's gift and not just one. There are even so many gifts you receive. Did you never appreciate your marriage. Did you forget you had a husband!" shouting Arga.

"I've said all this misunderstanding. I received all these gifts, I thought all of this was from you and I don't know who Arga is from" Risya said, explaining back to Arga. So that Arga does not misunderstand him.

Seriate.