Husband's girlfriend!

Maniacally

The heartbreak that is now being felt by Nilam makes his entire body feel pain. She had been crying all night in the hotel room, imagining her husband having been soaking with another woman named Marissa in bed, wrestling with a terrible lust.

Nilam was disgusted to Indra, but in his heart there was still love for the man who had been her husband for two years. He knew he had mistakenly known and believed in Indra, whom he thought would be faithful.

Nilam got out of his bed, he peeked out of the hotel room hole, wanting to see if Indra and her affair had gone out of their room. However, what she saw was a waiter who was bringing breakfast to her husband's room.

Then the door across there opened and that was when Nilam saw clearly the woman. Beautiful, but she is no less beautiful. The woman was wearing only a kimono towel with some red marks imprinted on her neck. Nilam can see it clearly even if only from the door hole.

If only Nilam did not remember that he was currently playing pretty, he had come out of the room and there would have been a jam scene between Nilam and Marisa at this time, he said, but again Nilam still holds it, he does not want to mess up everything that has been arranged neatly.

"Excuse me."

The waiter who had delivered breakfast to the opposite room now turned to his room. Nilam only dared to open the door after he made sure Marissa had closed the door to their room.

"It's breakfast, Ma'am," said the hotel maid, wearing a uniform with a bow tie, smiling at Nilam. "This mother is not Nilam, the artist who used to rise the leaves?" The waiter asked with a glowing face. Nilam only nodded briefly, at this time he did not want to serve a photo session together because his face still looked puffy. So before the waiter could pull out the phone, Nilam had closed the door after he had taken his breakfast.

"Yes, Mom, I want a photo."

Nilam ignored the voice of the waiter who sounded sad from out there, at this time Nilam did not want to do anything. The condition of his heart is not good, in fact he does not want to eat because he has no appetite at all. However, he still ate slowly the food that has been served for him.

Nilam felt that it was enough with all these evidences, whether the evidence will be presented. To bring him to court, Nilam himself still feels heavy, because his love for Indra still feels big.

Nilam ate his food with no taste, he also could not spend the breakfast. Nilam chose to take a shower then got out of the hotel room and was about to return home.

As he was about to descend, he accidentally bumped into a person walking in the opposite direction to him. Unfortunately, the drink brought by the man so spilled and wet the shirt he was wearing.

"Hey! If you look around, you don't have eyes?!" exclaimed the man, while Nilam who was too engrossed in his daydream did not realize that he had made the man's drink so wet his tight shirt.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize there was someone in front of me. I'll change your shirt" Nilam said quickly, not wanting to prolong the affair with anyone else at this time.

"You think I'm a ghost, invisible? That's why if the road uses the eyes instead of using snoring!"

"Songong once you! I told you I was sorry. I'll change your wet shirt. Huh!" Nilam handed me some red money because he knew the shirt must be expensive and branded. "Also the road is using feet, there is no history of the eyes can walk!" continued Nilam again, making the man so glared then while tracing his waist he approached Nilam who reflexively so backward. "What are you?" asked Nilam while challenging the man by preparing a swing, but he himself was now very afraid to see the scary look of a handsome face in front of him.

"I love punishing such an arrogant woman!" hissing the man who was getting closer to Nilam and close it to the wall, made Nilam feel uncomfortable and then pushed the man with annoyance.

"Basic crazy guy! Who do you think you're punishing me! If I don't remember this hotel, I've beaten you up!" nilam said that made the man glare at him even more. Only this time there was a woman who was brave towards him. Does that woman not know who she is? He never saw a business magazine?

"Who are you not aware who you're talking to?" asked the man again, he looked down at Nilam who was indeed Nilam shorter than him.

"It doesn't matter who you are! I gotta get going, you just add stress to my head right now!" nilam made the man lose his words.

He let Nilam pass by and into the elevator.

"All men are the same!" sis Nilam in the elevator.

While the man was immediately approached by his clasped assistant running towards him at this moment.

"Mr Tommy, why is this? I will soon be preparing a new shirt for you, sir," said the assistant respectfully.

The man named Tommy was just shaking hands, he was still ringing with the face of Nilam who dared to fight him and felt challenged by his new discovery.