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BURNED JEALOUS

Aksar Author RM, Inner Surya pronounces the name of the contact.

I don't know why he's no stranger to that name. His name was as he had heard in the past. Surya saw the author's profile picture. However, all that was seen was a black-clothed man's back with an abstract tattoo on the nape. There is no photo that shows the face that Surya can see from the media in it.

Surya tried to remember, but still nil. There is, precisely the scar on his head is increasingly painful. Then, he looked at the content of the conversation between the wife and the writer.

At first he was still ordinary, but more and more impregnated it seems that the author has another taste for Kinanti. Indeed, the contents of their conversation discussed a lot about the script they were working on. However, Surya began to be uncomfortable when reading some of the contents of the message from the author.

Don't go out tonight

20.39

*What's the matter, Mom? Any Eclipses*?

20.45

Nope. Your presence makes the stars jealous.

20.46

*Hawahaha. The waves are misplaced, Mas. That's the tarok in the script aja*.

21.10

I'm not in the wrong place. You are like the star of my life, Kinan.

21.11

Surya continued to see dozens of conversations between Aksar and Kinanti. His heart pounded more and more when the screen is active on the wife's phone shows the author's Instagram account history.

Quickly, he memorized the account name belonging to Aksar. He will find out more about his relationship. His view turned to Kinanti who just came out of the minimarket door.

Kinanti opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat while thrusting a drink. However, the drink was pushed aside by Surya slowly. There was a cloud in the thinly-mined man's face.

Kinanti frowned at Surya's attitude, but she was still trying to understand the situation.

After a while, Surya started the car engine. The car again glided from the minimarket yard along with a puddle of water in the eye fertilizers that blurred his eyes.

Along the way there is only silence created until the car enters the garage of the yard. Both are still stuck in the car.

What irony, because when leaving earlier, Surya's mood was filled with joy to fly into the lazuardi sky. Now, however, it seemed as if it had been plunged into the deepest trough.

“What's up, Mas? How was it from there? Think patient, huh?” Kinanti looked at the husband. Silent. There was no response from Surya. Rain drops began to fall one after another from behind the windshield of the car.

Surya sighed, turning the other way. Then he turned back to his wife. “Patient? I don't even think about it right now!”

“Continue thinking what? How did you suddenly pout that cake? It was hepi-hepi aja.”

Surya was silent again with thoughts of raging, if there was no operation waiting for him today, of course he would ask for a clear explanation to the wife.

However, that intention was Surya temporarily hold. This time, the man only gave a slight shock effect to Kinanti.

“Who is Aksar, Honey?” Surya turned his head with a cold look to Kinanti.

Kinanti. Tension was seen from his face. He stammered and cursed that he had forgotten to delete the last few messages from Aksar.

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