Culun's Son-in-law's Secret
Secrets of Culun's Son-in-law Chapter 66
Secrets of Culun's Son-in-law Chapter 66
It's late afternoon. However, until now the image has not been any signs will soon reach home.
Until making Rifki who was hiding behind a small alley in the corner of Citra's house began to look bored.
He kept slamming his car steering wheel.
However, his frustration suddenly disappeared, when he saw a luxury car that he believed was a Citra car getting closer to the luxury house.
"Hopefully Angga does not take him home, let me freely talk to Citra," Inner Rifki.
He kept watching the situation, and his smile immediately widened, when he saw Citra coming home alone.
"Thank God, you have granted my request," Inner Rifki was delighted.
Hurry him out of his hiding place, then run and break into Citra's house, when the security guard opens the gate.
"Hey…! you who?" ask the gate guard.
Rifki turned around, then told the security guard to shut up immediately.
"Be quiet, don't interfere. I came here not wanting to make a fuss, but wanting to have a one-on-one conversation with my wife" Rifki threatened.
"But sir, I don't want to make Non Citra feel uncomfortable, so I'm asking you to get out of this house immediately," the security guard did not feel bitter about the threat posed by Rifki.
"You…!" Rifki clenched her hands, then was about to float her raw bogem on the security guard.
However, he had not had time to float it on the security guard's cheek, suddenly Citra came.
"What's the fuss?"
Rifki turned around, while the security guard, he preferred to leave after explaining to Citra about the purpose of Rifki coming to the house.
"Alright sir, leave us alone, and you go with me" Citra looked serious.
The security guard resumed his work, while Rifki he continued to walk in Citra's footsteps.
Arriving in the living room, Citra also allowed her ex-husband to sit on the sofa.
Rifki smiled, looking at the hospitality shown by Citra.
However, the sweet smile that adorned Rifki's lips since then suddenly faded, when Citra asked firmly what exactly the purpose of Rifki came to his home.
"I-I just want the two of us to get back together in a marriage" Rifki said without further ado.
The image flinched, even itself to the point of standing from its seat.
"What….!"
Not yet had Citra neutralize his shock, suddenly Rifki gathered before him, pleading for Citra to take him back.
Imagra. I am bored with the behavior of my ex-husband. Because he had refused dozens of times with the unreasonable request of Rifki.
"Go home, don't embarrass yourself."
Rifki stood up, aligned her body with Citra, then stared fixedly at Citra's bead eyes.
"I'm willing to humiliate myself, until you accept my love back."
Imaged speech.
"I said to go home, don't even think about seeing me again, because soon the wife you wasted two years has found her own happiness."
Rifki clenched her hands, then took a deep breath. A terrible feeling of tightness suddenly reached his chest, when he heard the confession of Citra just now.
"You can't marry anyone but me" Rifki said, sounding like a threat. He raised his voice in an octave.
The image widened the eyes, not received with a speech accompanied by a threat posed by her ex-husband. Then boldly looked at Rifki very sharply.
"What you are, dare to rule me like that, and remember, I am not the image you used to know, if you get a threat like that can only tremble," Citra explained.
"If I say no, yes no, you are mine and will remain mine" Rifki insisted.
The image took a deep breath, he did not know what to say now.
Accompanied by emotions that began to rise, then Citra asked Rifki to immediately get out of his house.
"Crazy you mas, remember.we are officially divorced in the eyes of law and religion, we already do not have any ties. So I have a right to decide who I marry. And now, I'm asking you to quickly get out of my house" Citra cried because she was really very upset with Rifki.
While the security guard was standing guard outside, he immediately entered the house, when he heard the screams of Citra.
"What's the Non? did something happen? is this guy making a fuss again?" asked the security guard to look at Citra with enough worry.
"Yes sir, this man is making a fuss again, and I have to drag him out of my house" Citra said.
This time he had to be firm, to make Rifki understand, that the two of them no longer have any ties. Especially to hit him like before.
Rifki clenched her hands, then stared at Citra very sharply.
"No need, I have legs, and I can still walk on my own, so you don't have to drag me by force" Rifki said as she flicked her suit, then she walked out from inside Citra's house.
However, when Rifki was right in the doorway, he suddenly turned back, then looked at Citra with anger.
"I'll make the calculations with you. And remember, you're not gonna let go that easy. Remember that," said Rifki with extraordinary anger.
And after saying that sentence, Rifki actually left Citra's house.
The image that has since looked tough in front of Rifki, then degenerated his body on the sofa very limp, even his tears were ready to spill. If the security guard is not in front of him.
"You okay Non?" ask the security guard.
"Yes sir, I'm fine" Citra replied.
After making small talk, the security guard left Citra and resumed his work.
Now the image is left alone, because it does not want to drag on in sadness, let alone think about the threat of Rifki is quite heartbreaking, then he got up from his seat, then walked with a little stagger towards the room.
Arriving in the room, Citra also laid her body on her king size mattress.
And in an instant, Rifki's words reverberated in his mind.
The image immediately rose, then he walked towards the bathroom to clean himself up.
In the bathroom, the image was mirrored, seeing his own state, which looked quite messy.
"I cannot be like this, I must be strong against Rifki," Inner Citra.
Then he walked to the bathtub and chose to soak with warm water that had been mixed with the aroma of therapy.
Hoping, the incident that he had just experienced, to immediately disappear without a trace of his mind.
