FIRST WIFE REVENGE (I Don'T Love You Anymore)

CHAPTER 47 There Is Growing Suspicion

Who says my heart is made of marble? No. gabe.

My heart is just like the other women out there, who have a tremendous fear of being taken by the husband by shrewd actors.

I was also nervous and anxious to remember the defiant pose of Lady Navisha on my husband's back, Mas Delan.

Back my mind glazed. The photo was candid from a distance. This means that the photo is not for a need. Instead of being taken from a long distance with the aim of stealing pictures.

I feel my chest a little tight.

The chest of Lady Navisha that was on my husband's back. The heat is also my brain thinking about it.

Time' yes the Lady as brave as my husband? While in the past in college, he did not show any interest in Delan mas at all. What... because now mas Delan is his superior? Isn't the Lady always obsessed with getting the love of wealthy businessmen who tajir twisting from young first? And now... Mas Delan has metamorphosed into the ideal businessman Lady!

I thought back to Ira's advice. To be ever vigilant and take care of my husband who I love the most.

"What time does Delan usually come home?" Ira asked me this afternoon before closing the boutique door.

"Ten o'clock at night!"

"That night?"

"Yes my husband khan is no ordinary employee, Ira! Mas Delan also had to stop by first to visit my mother-in-law who lives alone in her big house!"

"Every day to Mama Tasya's house? Every night is that?"

"Yes. Most of them work until night. I myself often sent her videos from her office at nine o'clock."

"Video posts only? You video call straight away? See his face live in the office?"

"Ira! Why are you so parnoan as a person?" my protest became irritated by the tone of his curiosities that bombarded my husband. The effect, Delan mas like a lazy man who is easily tempted by a beautiful face and the body of the artists.

My husband is not that kind of person. And I'm mad because Ira seems to know Delan better than I do.

"All men are the same, usually. Want him to be the one who looks polite cake, want him the one who gragas the cake! Same all. The types of cats that like to steal salted fish, especially the fish gatel also ask for garuk!"

I laughed out loud hearing Ira's assessment of 'LELAKI'.

"Udah ah! Please deh.. reduce your distrust of men, Ra! How can you step into the next level if you are always suspicious of the same partner. Poor Leon.... When did he get his proposal?"

"That's because Leon hasn't tested his honesty, Vi!"

"Hadeeuh.you're Ra!"

I rubbed Ira's shoulders gently. Hugging it and then pamit-chipiki return home with the direction of their respective goals.

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Ten o'clock at night. As usual, my husband came home with his face and body looking tired and tired.

"Mas... Want to eat?"

"Hhh... Ga', who! I ate at my mom's house!"

"Oh. Yes already! How's mama doing?"

"good. As usual, greetings Mama!"

"Wa'alaikum..."

My husband went into the room. Unlock all her clothes and go to the bathroom available in our private room.

There was the sound of water coming from the bathroom. Delan took a shower, even if it was only a few minutes. He is indeed a very slick person and a lover of cleanliness.

Before long he came out of the bathroom with his upper body without clothes and the bottom wrapped in a blue towel.

"Capek huh?" askaku. As always, talk as a wife.

"Yes. Be ordinary!" answer slowly too. Like ogah-ogahan but inevitably have to answer my original question.

"You want ginger made by bi Farida, Mas?" ask again.

He seemed to think for a moment. But then nod.

"But not a full glass? My stomach is full!" he said before I walked out of the room. Makes me turn back and smile.

But suddenly my eyes were fixed on something.

I went back towards him. Intrigued and my index finger tried to wipe something that seemed obvious under his chest.

"What is this, Mom? Red-red like this?"

"W-what? What Vi? Maybe you just bit a mosquito in the bathroom!"

Mas Delan replied while rubbing the red stain on the bottom put*ng su*nya.

"Mosquitoes? But. like..."

"What the hell? Cup*ngan?! Oh my goodness, Viona baby! Please do not let your brain travel anywhere! Mostly watch drakor!"

Mas Delan looks a bit emotional with my mind path that I actually have not said it. Makes me immediately sing a thin smile while saying the word 'sorry'.

But...

There's another red stain on my eye in his triceps muscle. It was rather hidden because it was at the bottom of the base of his arm. But if you look carefully and see it in more detail again.it is not like a regular mosquito bite.

The mosquito is so big that it stained my husband's chest and muscles like that.

I just try to think positively. Eliminate all negatives. For the stability of our home in the future.

All this time my husband has never acted beyond normal limits. Even many beautiful artists in his care are under contract with the company. Even prettier and more beautiful than me and Lady Navisha, my husband doesn't look weird.

Maybe I was the one who thought too much about Ira's talk this afternoon. Until carried away the atmosphere of the curios to date.

"Mas... It's sword!"

Mas Delan picked up the glass I thrust. Now he is well dressed. Then put a glass containing half a gingerbread that still reflects hot smoke on the nightstand.

His hand pulled my body into his mesrake.

"Please, don't make me tired of your suspicions, Yang!"

"Sorry, Honey!"

I was swept away by the kiss after the kiss of Delan's mas that drowned me in her crib.

As usual, we had a husband and wife relationship. To strengthen the love in our hearts.

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