Destiny Love Nirmala

Perfumes

"Another perfume, since when did mas Sakti change perfume?" muttered Arum while sniffing the collar of her husband's shirt. "But it's more women's smell." Arum's forehead shriveled as he continued smelling his men's clothes.

Arum reached into the pocket of a suit and pants, who knows find other suspicious things. "Bon groceries, women's clothes? What is Mas Sakti doing behind my back, Lord...?"

Arum put her husband's pants in the washing machine. After that, he went to the room while carrying a shirt and a purchase bond tucked in a pants pocket.

"Mas, answer honestly. Are you out there playing girls?" ask Arum straight to the point. Given the dark memories of a few years ago, which she herself once was in a position as the mistress of Sakti.

Glassy men who are pairing a tie, turning the body with a face look does not like. "What do you mean, Arum? You're accusing me of cheating?"

"I don't recite, Mas .. I'm just the name. And please explain, what is this?" Arum shows bill from a famous boutique. "And this? Try Mas kiss, in Mas Sakti's shirt there's a woman's perfume!" Arum threw the white cloth in his hand towards Sakti's face.

Sakti picks up her clothes and then throws them back to Arum's face. "Ngaco you!! Tell me if you yourself have a pet brondong out there. Don't look for people's mistakes!"

Arum whined, "You're a smart tickle, Mas. I say whatever, you always turn the facts around. What a hard thing to be frank, than to find a scapegoat to be abundant in mistakes!"

Sakti gripped both cheeks Arum until his wife's mouth was pursed. "Listen to me carefully, Arum. I don't cheat and I don't have an affair with any woman. Regarding the perfume on the shirt, it was Theresa's perfume. He yesterday weaned the same collar tie, just as I want a meeting with the investors."

Arum sighed, she wrapped her hands around her husband's waist and then spread her head over his chest. Although in the heart still harbors suspicions of some irregularities. However, Arum did not want to act rashly. "I'm sorry Mas, I just feel jealous and worried. So, the inn is directly nethink."

Sakti pushes Arum's body from inside her chest. "Other times think back and forth first if you want to talk. Don't finish the hack, just think. That's his name!"

Arum sighed hearing her husband's rude words. "Yes, next time I'll be more careful when I talk."

Sakti did not heed his wife's words, he held a black bag and walked out of the room while grumbling. "In the office dizzy. At home, no one is happy. Got a wife, but no becus!!!"

"Mas Sakti, Mas!!" call Arum because her husband just left.

Arum rubbed his chest while staring at the nanar towards Sakti who continued to walk without even once turning his head towards him. "Do I have to trust you, Mom? All this time, you've been keeping too many lies."

"Which woman would not suspect that in her husband's clothes there is another woman's perfume, Mas? Not yet a purchase of women's clothes. Meanwhile, the rest of my life with you, I've never once been bought a shirt."

Living with a man who never regretted his biggest mistake, will he be able to gulp down a sense of happiness?

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Currently, OSEK participants are being given time to rest, pray and eat (isoma). Nirmala chooses to put her duty first as a servant, she pulls the body towards the musala.

"I want to pray Zuhur. You wanna be together?" Nirmala asked back.

Lia shook her head while smiling faintly. "I'm a non-Muslim, Nirmala...."

Nirmala nodded her head and pulled her lips symmetrically a sign of understanding. "Alright, I went to the musala first yes, afraid of the rush out of the isomanya time."

"OK, Nirmala. I wait in the hall," said Lia back to the original room.

"Ready!" Nirmala continued on towards the place of worship which was only a few meters away.

Before performing the prayer of zuhur, the white-hooded girl purifies herself first from the small hadas. He nodded in an orderly manner, none of which passed.

The mood of this afternoon musala was still very quiet because everyone was still in the hall eating his lunch. Nirmala put on her face and stood ready to say takbir. But the voice of someone stopped him. "Let's have a prayer...."

Nirmala looked up with narrowed eyes as she remembered the familiar face of the young man in front of her. "That's right the minjemin I handkerchief? He's handsome as well as it turns out, charismatic! Uh, astaghfirullah...."

"So your eyes are from looking at me!!" the young man reprimanded Nirmala with embarrassment.

"Sorry," replied Nirmala quietly.

"Hm.." said the young man wearing a blue shirt.

Nirmala performed the Zuhr prayer as a makmum along with a man she did not know as a priest. Until the third rakaat, the musala is still quiet. There was only one man standing with his eyes glaring dislike from behind the window.

The man was none other than the young man who became a secret admirer of Nirmala, Bara Biantara. He had been searching for Nirmala's whereabouts and finally found the girl in the middle of the high prayer with someone in the musala. Bara looked jealous, because he knew exactly how the lunge man who stood in front of the girl pujaan.

"Ah... Zayn! If he likes Nirmala, it will be my biggest rival for the girl!!!" inner Bara with tightly clenched hands. Just by seeing Nirmala praying with a young man named Zain, had made Bara ketar-ketir. Who is it, Zain?

Zain was a 5th-grade student, the same as Bara. High-statured, handsome-faced also masculine. Notoriously cold and quiet, he is the chairperson of Rohis campus of Cahaya Bangsa. Not to mention, Zain was one of the outstanding students. That is why, when Bara saw Nirmala being with Zain, there was an unwarranted sense of worry.

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...Sorry yes, can not focus 🙏🙏🙏...