Don't Insult Me

Not friends

"Huh? So they're really insinuating me?"

Salsa's face flushed. He immediately screenshot the conversation and save it as evidence if Siti at any time berkilah. Unexpectedly, if his best friend used to tell him bad things about him. He who used to feel sorry for Siti, now seems to disappear. Change the deep resentment. Siti's life is much worse than hers. But why did Siti tell him about her life that they thought was unhappy?

He also joined in the conversation to give a little bluff to Siti.

[From earlier read the comments of the brothers like exciting. Who the hell is it, brother? How pitying his life, hahaha.]

Salsa deliberately pitied herself in the comment. No one knows if the account is his. His account name was deliberately made with the name Melati. A name that has absolutely nothing to do with his name.

[There are, anyway, the person is really his life. He came from a rich family but even married a motorcycle taxi driver and went wandering. Said the man here anyway, he now lives a hard life abroad.] Reply from Ismi.

[Well, I want to have a husband like that. My friend also has that. She's got a husband, handsome, but unemployed. Keep her working at home people make a living her husband. That's why she lied to everyone and said that her husband worked at the company. Only the unemployed. Kasian, yes, sister.]

This is the attack that Salsa gave Siti. I hope he is alone with these words.

[Heh? Really? Is there time like that? Really bad. It's called a stupid wife. Too bucin with her husband to not realize that she is being used. Fortunately, we are not wkwkw.]

Only Ismi replied. Siti looks to have disappeared. He doesn't even look online anymore. It seems that he was offended by Salsa's comment which was exactly like her.

[Hahah, yes, brother. Very sorry my friend. But how, yeah. I'm also tired of telling him not to want to be like a husband like that. She said she loved her husband. Maybe he could be full of love.] Salsa returned.

[Yes, Brother. Men are useless like that to maintain, make the burden of life increase. May our families be spared from men like that, yes, sister.]

[Yes, Say. Don't get to, deh. Amit-amit got a man like that. I really want to meet your friend. Wanted to shake his head let him realize, hahaha.]

Salsa smiled with satisfaction. It was certain that this long comment was read by him later. If Siti hadn't told him, she wouldn't have been like this either. He wanted to protect Siti. However, seeing him like this he also undoes his intentions. Why help a hypocritical friend?

"Hey, why the hell were you smiling to yourself?" Suddenly Reza came and joined the bed. She hugged Salsa from behind while kissing her fragrant hair. In front of her husband Salsa did not wear a hijab.

"Here, Mas." Salsa turned around, showed her phone and showed the contents of her conversation in the comments column of Siti's post.

"Heh, you can't be like that, sweetie." Reza pinched Salsa's nose slowly.

"Yes, who told him to look for me. Why the hell did you never take offense to say that? You say people can't support family, you know. Even her sister Siti said that people think that we're here to live a hard life."

Reza took a deep breath and slowly took it out. He smiled at his wife who was still upset.

"Honey, we don't have to prove anything to people who don't like us. You know, there are wise words that say we look good in the eyes of people who like us. We look bad in the eyes of those who hate us. So, what are you doing all this for? Like whatever you are, you'll be different in every other person's story."

Salsa smiled at the wise words of her husband. "You can always calm my heart. Thank you, yes, Mas." Salsa moved her body and hugged her husband tightly. No need, treasure, just a simple life and a loving husband like Reza. This is the kind of life he always dreamed of.