Game Over (Former Husband)

Loyalty is avenged by betrayal!

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I stood there behind the window. A look of eyes gazed out of the house, hoping Mas Azam would come home soon. This time I turned my eyes to the clock hanging on the wall. It's ten, but Mas Azam hasn't come home yet. I remember Meli and Janah. They were friends when I was in college, and the two friends worked in one company with my husband.

[Zi, are you not suspicious of Azam, he is very close to his superiors, Miss Dewi.]

[Zi, don't trust your husband too much, you better find out the truth. You have become an open secret if your husband is related to Miss Dewi. ]

[Even many employees have caught them in and out of hotels near the office.]

[In the office group also many gosipin them.]

[I say rich gini for pitying you.]

[You believe you can, but you also have to keep a close eye behind you, your rich husband. So that you are not constantly lied to.]

It was a series of messages sent by Janah and Meli. Not once or twice did they remind me of Azam's relationship with Lady Goddess, but I still found it hard to believe. They even reminded me of it since Mas Azam took office. They said many have suspected the closeness of the husband with his superiors.

However, I still try to believe with my husband because he always said the relationship with Madam Dewi was only limited to superiors and subordinates especially now their work is always connected so it is close to the relationship. Besides that I also believe because Mas Azam who I know is a good man, he is a good man, also it feels impossible there to play with his superiors let alone the age gap between Mas Azam and Bu Dewi is quite a lot. Well, indeed if you look at the criteria maybe Miss Dewi entered my husband. I prefer adult women.

For example, our relationship is adrift at the age of two know, I am two years older than Mas Azam. Said mas husband if the older one continued his conversation and not spoiled, independent and not neko-neko. However, yes, yes with, Miss Dewi also Mas Azam slashed? I've met him several times much older than my husband.

If in the office is no longer a secret, it feels very impossible if the gossip is only shared by idiots. Moreover, the rumor was not only this time I had heard the rumor long enough. However, all this time I tried to keep believing with Mas Azam.

I walked from behind the window to the bed. Staring at the face of Giovani who was asleep, it felt like this heart was sliced into pain, pain. My son is three years old now. Then what is our fate if Mas Azam is cheating?

Back I remembered the initial struggle we married.Did not get the blessing of parents and work Mas Azam who was just a regular staff made me, desperate to marry Mas Azam even though mother did not approve of our relationship. Only after Gio was born did the economy of the husband improve until now we can live a luxurious life, and the mother slowly opened our marriage blessing. Because Mas Azam can prove that he is a responsible man.

I kissed Gio on the forehead, before deciding to try to catch Mas Azam at the office. Maybe I know something and no longer think no. I just want to prove that Mas Azam will not cheat. Mas Azam is a loyal man and it is impossible to play with fire with his boss.

"Bi, please take care of Gio. I have a little business." I finally left Gio to Bi Jumi, the housekeeper at our house.

"Good Mom."

"Honey, Mommy's gone for a while, well, Gio's the same Aunt. Don't fuss, dear." Before deciding to leave I also say goodbye to my son in his right ear with a whisper. Although Gio was sleeping soundly, but I knew he would be with what I whispered.

I'm willing to drive the car alone, to prove that Janah and Meli's words are not true. Or at least if it's true I have evidence to make the husband and mother Goddess embarrassed. The distance from our home to the office of the husband mas quite far should take an hour. Just imagine me who is a woman alone riding in a car with a distance of one hour while it is now ten pm which automatically I will reach my husband's office at eleven pm or even more.

The streets that have begun to desolate are quite profitable. Now I'm in front of my husband's office. Just before eleven. Faster than I thought.

First to arrive at the husband's office, of course, the impression is quiet. It was impossible for my husband to be overtime in the office and now it was almost midnight.

Inexhaustible, I again tried to contact my husband, but this time it was not appointed while before I decided to leave for the husband's mas office, I first contacted Mas Azam to make sure that Mas Azam was still in the office, and sure enough my husband said he was still in the office. Of course I didn't say that would follow. I just asked as usual.

I wanted to go back home, but it felt so good that I was driving not yet at night, cape, sleepy back again. After all, a small heart seemed to say that I should at least check inside.

With a heavy heart I went down to the security guard who stood in front of the entrance to my husband's office working.

"Miss sir, is Mas Azam still working inside?" ask me in a soft, polite and careful voice.

"Betul Bu, Pak Azam and Bu Dewi are preparing tax reports, so overtime," the security replied politely. I gave a nodding response.

"May I come in, there's an important thing, just called her cell phone is off." I showed the screen of the phone that had made several phone calls to the husband, but could not answer either.

"Boleh Bu, Mas Azam and Bu Dewi's room facing each other is on the third floor of the room at the very end" replied security while demonstrating with his hands.

I was lucky because dealing with security wasn't as drab as I imagined it to be. I can also enter this office, and prove what Meli and Janah say is true or just gossip.

The first impression of entering this office of course I feel very lonely because at this hour no longer works only mechanical and security parts are still on guard. The real cowardly me wanted to run back outside immediately, but again my mind told me to keep him from being spoiled and whiny. I need to find out what really happened. After pressing the button elevator number three now I have arrived on the third floor. Not much different from the ground floor, on the third floor there are only two people who are still working and it seems like again a mechanical team or maybe IT.

I followed the instructions of security walking hurriedly towards the end of the room. There were whispers from the two men, but I ignored them.

The first must be the room mas husband, know from the sign hanging above the door. I carefully opened the door of my husband's room. Even the lights are dead. Not out of sense. I turned to Mas Azam's superior room, Bu Dewi. This time it was quiet as well, but the lights weren't turned off like a husband's room.

I want to go back because in the two rooms there are no residents, let alone honestly I was also afraid of the two men who were working, who were at work, but I was interested in the other door in the room Miss Dewi let alone the door was opened a little and I could see there was a lamp even though it was not as bright as the work room.

Slowly I entered. The workspace is quite cluttered. My eyes were stained with a small box that I was very familiar with. Well, my husband used to wear it when we had sex when Gio was a kid.

This heart is getting so fast. I shook, confused that what I was afraid was really happening. I stood in this large room for quite a while. Before finally walking back to the door that had attracted my attention.

The deg!! I was getting less and less powerful when I saw the clothes I was so familiar with strewn on the floor.

God, what am I supposed to do?

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