Husband's girlfriend!

Smell of Women's Perfume!

It's been almost two weeks now that Nilam has looked agitated. Every night until one o'clock in the morning, he's still awake. Seemed pacing back and forth occasionally flipping curtains that are not far from the living room. Minimalist whitewashed house but impressed luxury that lately often heard boisterous voice Nilam quarrel with her husband.

I don't know how many times he's going to repeat the same story. Fighting until dawn with Indra, the husband who now Nilam feel changed. Their marriage was at the age of two, but the storm had started to hit. Nilam still trying to control the emotions that seemed explosive, she wanted to invite Indra to speak four eyes but her husband often avoided by reason of being sleepy and wanted to go to sleep immediately.

Now, Nilam's anxiety peaked when he saw time had shown at half-time. No sign of her husband's nose. Nilam was actually sleepy, but still held back sleepiness that lingered at the end of the eye. Survive with the rest of the energy to immediately meet Indra.

Highlight the car lights then highlighted the glass window, making Nilam's shadow reflect, making Indra well aware that he was being awaited by his wife who would definitely be smacking with various questions.

"Out again, Ndra?" asked Nilam after he opened the door until it was wide open.

"You'll ask, Lam. Yes overtime, inevitably. You know, it's the end of the year, close the book soon. My work piles up."

"It can't be every night like this, Ndra!" reprimanding Nilam was still trying to regulate his breathing that began to sting, between holding back the cry also resisting the emotions that were about to explode.

"Like what you want to say. Obviously, I worked hard to find money for you! Don't ask too many questions!"

Nilam. Yeah, if he goes home like this, which wife does not suspect? Nilam approached her husband, only to realize the body odor of her husband was different.

"What the hell is that?!" indra's jolt made Nilam stagger back and almost hit the wall behind him.

"Which woman has been closely attached to you, Ndra?!"

"Huh, don't just accuse me! You are, I am tired! Instead of being allowed to sleep instead of accusing the no-no!"

"But you smell something else!" Nilam did not want to give up, pulled Indra's arm until the man looked at him.

Then the door slammed right in front of Nilam's nose. Nilam clucked in annoyance. He kicked at the wall venting his already mounting anger. Okay, this time he'll be arrested again.

Nilam tried to calm himself. Slowly he grabbed the handle of the room door and opened it. He saw that Indra was sleeping sideways. Leaving aside the various questions that frowned at the end of the heart. Nilam tried to hug Indra from behind, but the man was unmoved. In the early days of marriage, Indralah loved to hug Nilam when they slept.

Now, her husband is cold. Nilam doesn't know why. Nilam then pulled again his hand because there was no response at all from the husband. His eyes were then fixed on his photo when he was still an artist a few years ago.

Nilam came from the village, once had a wrong association and ended the disappearance of virgins when he met Toni, a young Jakarta man, the first person who welcomed his arrival upon his arrival in Jakarta first. Then she became a famous assistant model and there was a path of herself was glimpsed by producers and directors until her name soared, making her a young artist up and coming at that time.

Together with his manager, Yuki, he travels in the entertainment field. The rupiah coffers are increasingly mountainous, he became rich without having to be a rich man's mistress like his dream first. His hard work resulted in a magnificent house in their village for both his parents. A hailed name, an increasingly well-groomed body, and many men flocked to it.

Including with Indra Wijaya, a man who has been legally her husband for the past two years. They should have had a child, unfortunately Nilam had a miscarriage due to an accident one year ago. Since then, she has had difficulty conceiving.

Nilam finally stopped completely from the stage of entertainment at the will of her husband. But since at home, Indra's attitude has changed. Cold, like a stranger. Almost two weeks later they did not do it, Nilam Nelangsa, suspicious and guessing whether her husband was actually having an affair out there?

Because of anxiety also Nilam finally went slowly, slightly tiptoed around the side of the bed to the side of Indra who was sleeping. She wanted to see her husband's cell phone. After he got the thing, he started to open it slowly. Just about to open the message, it was taken for granted.

"Ndra ... I ..." Nilam became stammered, feeling guilty for being presumptuous.

"What?! Sassy you!"

Indra got out of the room, grabbed the car keys and headed for the yard. Nilam called out the name of her husband. Nelangsa was left behind. The roar of Indra's car passed somewhere. There is Nilam who feels ignored. I don't know what's wrong.