CAUGHT CHEATING (I'M SORRY!)

Damaging Shoes

"Because shoes are the epitome of farewell, you give shoes means that I'm leaving!"

I threw the items in my hand into the mattress, my hand focused on taking a pair of shoes with elegant designs high-heeled white bone that glittered Maira's favorite. I violently opened and I threw them both on the floor, both of them slammed into the wall. Unsatisfied there I took both back, broke both rights and threw the shoes in the trash.

It all went fast, making my breathing irregular and Maira looked very surprised by my reaction. I heard Maira's explanation about shoes.

Damnit damnit! That's not what I meant.

"There are no shoes!" I said with breath. It was nice to ruin those shoes.

"You're crazy!" exclaiming Maira.

"Yes .. I'm crazy!" reply origin.

"You have to go, lala took care of everything, her shoes bought themselves!" I said annoyed as I left Maira's room.

What kind of stupid philosophy is that? I bought it because I know Maira likes shoes. At least Maira no longer refused even though my invitation was likely to be pushy.

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I rarely pay attention to myself because I'm busy working, waking up just to go to the office and go home when the kids are asleep. Something starts to go missing, nothing else takes care of me. Let alone the prayers, complaints and whining Maira who I thought was annoying now no longer exist.

Little things from Maira I began to miss, if initially babbling children were able to make me laugh again now feels a little hollow because the avoidance of Maira turned out to have little effect on the psychological children. I have to explain slowly our situation to Luna who started to grow up and began to be able to assess the situation.

"Bik .. later say the same Mom, tell me to get ready. Noon there pick him up to the salon to prepare for the event later tonight," I said to Bik Tuti at breakfast.

"Yes, Sir. But ... um, do you and Mom still fight? How long ago to you, sir?" tanya bik Tuti began to wonder at my condition and Maira.

"Eh .. sorry, sir. I'm presumptuous huh?" continued regretting.

"No papa, tomorrow is also good, I have many more thoughts," I replied covering up. Bik Tuti looks mangosteen.

"Titip the kids, keep an eye on the nanny too, if there's anything to report to me, yeah!"

"Ready, Sir!" answer bik Tuti.

Before leaving, I looked at the door of Maira's room hoping that there would be a miracle she would melt and return to activities in the house as usual, there or there was no me.

It's sad, one roof but it doesn't say hello to each other. But this is better than being apart. I could lose my way.

Don't test my intentions to change, May! It was futile, if Maira's attitude continued to freeze like this. Should I give up? Then what does my conversion mean from the world of infidelity?

A lot of my friends do the same thing, we are rich, it's only natural that we play with a lot of women. Some have a mistress of young girls, some are blatantly married to more than one. It was this circle that made me fall into a stupid mistake.

I'm enjoying this regret, and I'm getting cold Maira. Naturally, his heart is already very much liked.

A few years ago, Maira was my junior in college. I've loved her since I first saw her, my love is love at first sight, and for the sake of getting attention from her I often treat her as a new child.

Maira keeps ignoring, she's not easy to conquer, that's what makes me even more crazy about her. Curiosity in his indifference, his mysterious personality, and his increasingly sweet face when he behaved like a bitch. Everything about Maira excited me, so my academic grades shot up nicely. He is my motivation.

But such women, difficult to accept attacks that are routine, intense, and stable. I kept paying attention to Maira until she slowly started to return my feelings.

After graduating and working I expressed serious intention to apply for Maira. Actually the Maira family disagreed due to tribal factors. But when Maira's father died, her mother asked me to marry Maira.

At the beginning of the marriage my heart is still in flow, Maira is very attentive even to the details of the little things in my life. Plus his attitude that changed bucini and submissive, made me lose something that I don't know what his name is.

I should be grateful to have a beautiful, smart and kind wife, she never fought back. He always supported everything I did, when I decided to quit my job and start doing business my whole family was against, only Maira supported me and believed that I could. Being able to be at this comfortable point of life is thanks to Maira's support.

But like there is less when having a wife is too obedient and good, instead of me blaming Maira but all being bland, the instinct of men is like this. I need a challenge so as not to get bored and still be able to enjoy the game.

Plus the demands of Maira to be a father and husband of the best like my late father-in-law, making me even more careless and in need of distraction as entertainment, and helping me to keep feeling a sense of challenge.

I love you, Maira. Surely she is the most beautiful in my eyes. Not a single bit of this affection faded. Although I bergeriliya try another love, but Maira remains the queen of my heart. I have seen enough of his suffering because of my stupidity. Now I want to fix it.

Now Maira's silence not only tormented me, but also managed to get me back curious about her, like a dejavu. I was challenged to chase him back, challenged to conquer him for the second time.

My andrenaline got back on track, and my love was getting hotter, the thumping warm and the feeling of butterflies flying in my stomach I could feel back to Maira. I fell in love again.

I think back to what Maira likes, even though the circumstances are different, it can at least make us nostalgic. I'll make Maira think back to that wonderful time. I will bring those turbulent times back to our married life.

I took a cctv in Maira's room, Maira's free is not in my range of secret cctv. Thinking about it makes me miss it even more. I hope Maira is willing to accompany me tonight.

"La? How's Mom?" ask Lala over the phone.

"Mother Maira?" lala said repeating my question.

"Ehm .. sorry, sir. Maira's mother had left for the salon, had been picked up by the driver."

Although a little upset to hear Lala's joke, but the news of Maira's departure is enough to make my mood improve. I'll use this opportunity to please Maira.

Many times I looked at the watch impatiently waiting for the afternoon to arrive, I will pick up Maira at the salon to be together to the party later tonight.

The moment I was waiting for it, the appearance was ready and it was only necessary to pick up Maira to the location of the party. I sat in the passenger seat, parked the car and just waited for Maira to come out.

I imagine how beautiful Maira will be, she always manages to be the star of a party.

The sound of the car door opening left me a little surprised. Someone tried to get in, not from the door of the salon where Maira was supposed to go out.

"Hay, Mum!"

A woman in a toska-colored dress walked in and sat down on the chair beside me.

"Why did you come here?" just pissed.

"Shocked, huh? Taraaa .. surprise, I'd like to come!" risa said very presumptuously.

"Get out!" throw me out while trying to push him out.

"Aren't you the one I was trying to break up our dark relationship with?" risa said while trying to survive my impulse.

"Ris, you don't mess around!" I started to panic.

"I'm not kidding, I just accept your challenge, let's see how well your environment accepts our dark relationship?" risa said with a threatening tone.

"Get out, you!" I cried with anger.

"Why? Are you afraid of Mr Dewangga?" risa asked trying to play me.

"Did I not come in time? Not in his place? Or-."

"Come out or I'll call the cops?"

Maira will be out soon, what if Maira misunderstands again seeing Risa in the car with me?

"Uh .. I'm afraid, Mr. God," said Risa deliberately with a contrived tone.

"Whatdoyouwant? Money?"

I took some red money in my wallet to him.

"What'sthis? Dawdling? You think I'm the beggar of the Father of Gods?" reject Risa on my offer.

"Our business is done! If you're presumptuous I'll make sure you're sorry, now go out on your own, or I'll drag your feet?" threaten me with a serious tone.

"Uh ... more afraid, I want it to be dragged into the bed with you, Mas," said Risa while trying to tease me, her hand rubbed the surface of my tuxedoku.

"Bad, you!"

My left hand grabbed Risa's wrist and twisted her, just as my right hand was about to open the car door to drag Risa, Maira started to appear at the salon door.

Lothawat!

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