FIRST WIFE REVENGE (I Don'T Love You Anymore)
SESSION 2 A STORY
Christian could only stare at the 29-year-old woman's face with a tired look.
"Miss Khaila! Why are you and your father so persistent? I am a 39 year old man. Have a son and wife. My looks are not very handsome either, I think you also have a lot of fanatical male fans out there. Please...! Can you open your eyes?"
"I've been in love with Mas Christian since I was 13!"
"Miss...! Hhh... Sorry, again a thousand sorry! Although the lady tried to attract my heart with the story of the past lady, but sorry. And please tell Papa Miss... Even if I can't afford to pay off my corporate debt to Papa Miss, I would rather go to jail than sell my little family happiness including taking my wife off! Go, Dzakki!"
"Tante..., go to the city of Jogya! There is a soul mate who will make Aunt happy until the end of life waiting there. Hurry to Jogya, more precisely Malioboro street!" dzakki made Chris laugh.
Khaila was confused by herself.
Christian rejected it outright. In fact, it did not even give him the opportunity to tell a story about his past that became so loved him.
Khaila sat where Christian sat. Still feel warm former sitting adult man who is always in his mind.
Khaila has always fantasized about her dramatic encounter with Chris.
Wishing Chris said, "Oh my God, you seem to like me already! I.. didn't realize it and I'm the lucky guy who got your love, Khaila!"
Then fantasize, Chris m*um bib*rnya with full of intimacy. Then marriage becomes the happy ending of his life until the end.
The tears slowly wet his cheeks. A beautiful face does not necessarily make her happy in real life.
For decades he has been wandering. Looking for his first love that is always warm and even smoldering. Wishing her high fantasy to be a beautiful real.
It turns out that everything is just an illusion.
His love.clapping one hand.
Her beauty was not even able to make Christian sympathize let alone fall in love.
Khaila did see, Chris' wife is beautiful. But compared to him who is five years younger, definitely still better.
Plus, Khaila is the only child of a number one conglomerate in her territory. Automatically the joy of treasure will be the daily Christian of course.
Turns out... Money is not everything either. His Papa's money can't make Chris his partner. Can't do.
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Chris and Dzakki return home. Meet the extended family still gathered at Christian's house.
He has decided, the big house will be a memory. Because it will soon be sold in the property group of entrepreneurs.
Many of their combined assets will be auctioned soon. All ready to help. Including his best friend Diandra, who has just joined his brother.
Christian is grateful. God gave him a brother who loved him with all his heart.
To him, nothing is more precious than family and kind brothers.
Even always support and support it even though it is now in a state of decline even because of the dirty game of the common sense of Mr. Joseph who deliberately dropped it for a personal interest.
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"Well, this is the last night we slept in this room! Tomorrow, we have to leave this house!"
Christian clasped Mutia's shoulder. There was a sense of tiredness, disappointment and regret piled up in him.
Mutia returned her embrace.
"Home is just a dead thing, Mom! We'll definitely have another house bigger and nicer than this, later!"
"Amijin!"
Christian can only remember the good times he had with Mutia in this house. Everything was. It felt so hard to leave him.
"Mas!"
"Yes?"
"I'm not afraid of losing this house or any of our other assets. No, Mas! Instead I was afraid, you were interested in taking the step of marrying that beautiful woman and divorcing me!"
Chris swallowed his saliva. Look her eyes dim. His head shook repeatedly.
"Don't you remember my struggle to get your heart, Lody?"
"I got you with great difficulty and full of stories. Even if we have Verrel and Velli, you still can't accept me, can you?"
Mutia was silent, looking down.
Chris lifted his wife's chin.
"I will never change my love for you even though there are many other beautiful girls who come trying to tease you. No, Lody! I will always remember my struggle to conquer your heart. I am the one who is afraid..."
"Fear what, Mom?"
"Fear you're tired of following my steps. Afraid you're disappointed because I failed to make you happy and there's another man who's more attractive to you!"
Bugs.
Mutia hit the biceps muscle of the husband.
"You must remember what I was in your eyes. Boyfriend snatch people!"
Mutia. Two of his tears fell. Christian's words made him reminisce about the past.
"I was afraid, God gave me a test.A reply to what I did in my youth by sending someone who would take my wife from,"
"Stop! Don't talk anymore!"
Mutia******* Christian bib*r immediately.
The two kissed*man with equally turbulent feelings.
But there is the same prayer. Wishing God would always unite them in joy and sorrow.
Time travel has killed both. It has made Chris also Mutia can feel and know the real love.
A love that fosters lifelong affection by wishing each other good for good for their loved ones.
The love that is more rooted until the fear of losing each other bears the fruit of pure sincere affection.
"Yes...! Don't you ever leave me! Hik hik... Don't ever think I'm leaving you! No!"
Christian wiped away the tears on Mutia's cheek. He also felt the turmoil of Mutia's heart.
"I'm just scared, Yang! So scared... God gave me a try by turning things around. Long ago, I snatched you from the Word. And now, my efforts are falling and I have to start over. I'm afraid you're tired! You are beautiful, even though you are married, but there are still many men who are crazy about you. You don't think I know, when your social media is full of DMs and also inboxes that entice you to meet."
"Hahaha... What the hell, Mas!? Ishi..."
"I know, you ignored him. But I'm afraid you're starting to think about it because we're not the same as we used to be!"
"What do you think I'm a girl then? Hm, hm? Matre girls are like that? Though my youth was poor, it became my daily food!"
"Sorry.., sorry baby! I.. I just want to express my grief!"
"You're a cool, cool guy. But when you're down, you're a cawed man! Bummer, nih.. bummer!"
Mutia plucked Christian's lips which were so adorable to her. Laughter interrupted by crying became their story this time.
"That's how men are, Yang! The lion the king of the jungle though, so a fussy and annoying lion when his teeth are toothless!"
"Hehehe..."
Mutia hugged the body of the husband very tightly.
They both cried out to apologize to each other.
"I'm sorry, honey! I.. bring you to trouble. But I promise...! I promise! We will return to fight as we have. I promise, My dear Mutia Jewel Melody!"
"Hik hik hicks... I'm sorry, Mum! I was once a very bad wife to you. I promise, I will always be there beside you.Either when you are victorious, or you are in a slump. I promise to be a good wife to you, Mom! Hik hiks... Never duakan my love, Mas!?!"
The two of them became a sweet promise. The promise of loyalty keeps the love for each other. Though trials and exams come crashing down.
They'll strengthen the footing. Unite strength, and hold hands tighter. For the sake of a belief, sincere love cannot be replaced. Their house is happy all the time.
Aami...
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