Disaster Because of Marriage

Part 16's. Gathering

Airin immediately hid behind a banner that stood right in front of a mobile phone accessories store. The woman raised her head slightly and not long after, she saw Clara and it turned out that the man who accompanied the woman was, potbellied fathers.

Airin sharpened his eyes, like a spy, "Is he the mistress of sugar daddies?" Airin mutters. The woman slowly came out from hiding.

He turned his head to the right and a sigh of relief rang out from the woman's mouth, as he did not find anyone staring strangely at him.

After checking to the right, Airin turned to Kira and the woman immediately screamed in surprise when she saw the young man standing right in front of her.

"Eh, Mom, what's up?" Airin clumsily asked the young man dressed as a typical cell phone shopkeeper and did not forget the promo hat perched on his head.

Mas-mas the shopkeeper just stared flat at Airin, making the woman misbehave, "Excuse me, sorry." With a face as bright as the sun outside the mall, Airin apologized and he immediately walked away.

Now the woman must follow Clara the jal*ng stash of sugar dedeh. He had to do that, because Airin could put Clara behind Julian.

This is well, Clara is beautiful. She's a model, even if it's Julian's help. If only Julian had not recommended the woman, Clara would have been unemployed.

Can't Airin deny, if Clara is a very beautiful woman. Her body is tiny and pleasing to the hugging, said Julian, who sometimes deliriates during sleep.

Yes, Airin often heard her husband like that. Maybe because he felt stressed by the existence of a useless wife like himself.

"Hi, Intan, I've grown up. It's fat anyway. Must have eaten a lot. You used to be in high school not very good." Airin suddenly spoke to a foreign woman and worse, she called her by the name she had in her head.

It was all she did when suddenly, Clara stood up while holding her stomach. While the woman called Intan was just staring, Airin with a sneering face.

The reason is, this foreign woman in front of him considers herself fat. She is currently six months pregnant.

"Sir," the woman called diamond started to make a sound,

Airin who heard the call just cleared his throat. He did not focus too much on Intan in front of him and instead turned to look at Clara who seemed to be talking friendly with her sugar dedeh. (That's a suspicious thought, Airin)

"Sorry, Ma'am. Looks like you got the wrong guy. I open a diamond or something."

"Yes, yeah. I'll call you back later, Ntan. See you at the reunion. Pray for me to come."

Airin again followed Clara's steps which seemed to be in a hurry. While the Diamond a.k.a Sonya was just staring at the cengo woman who immediately he stamped strange.

***

After spending a long time in the toilet. The petite woman who always wrapped herself in a dress came out.

Clara walked over to the sink. The woman turned on the water tap and immediately washed her hands.

After he finished he moved to loosen the sling bag hanging on his right shoulder.

Clara took out a tissue. The woman pulled strands after strands of thin cloth and she immediately dried her hands.

Feeling that it was no longer damp, Clara again reached into her bag and pulled out a lipstick.

Clara straightened her body and now her pretty face was reflected off by a mirror stuck on the wall, right in front of her.

The woman began to move around polishing her lower lip, "Is the money from my husband not enough, until you sell yourself to someone else's husband?" Clara raised her two eyebrows when she heard a familiar voice in her ears.

The woman turned her head and the corner of her lips lifted as she saw Airin standing right in front of the door, "Well there's a wreck." Fanpa knew his embarrassment, Clara sneered making Airin smile condescendingly.

"I'm a wreck, but what are you? Ready-to-wear stuff, huh?"

***

Pa.So.La Restaurant

Silence, enveloping the VIP room of the restaurant. There was only Julian sitting on a sofa chair with a cigarette tucked between his index and middle fingers.

The stern-faced man was now focusing his gaze towards the entrance of the room.

He did not flinch nor squeaked. In that place there was only the burning sound of cigarettes, because the owner took a sip.

Julian exhaled the cigarette smoke slowly, making smoke escape from his mouth and nose.

The man, who was all over his body wrapped in office clothes, took another sip of his cigarette. Now that he's been doing it longer and it feels like enough, Julian is pressing the cigarette butt into the ashtray surface.

His movements coincided with the opening of the door he had been staring at, "Sorry to make you wait a long time, Julian," said Raka with a friendly face typical of hers and Julian who saw it only showed a flat look.

...T.B.C...