Husband's girlfriend!

Wedding Plan

Returning home, Nilam was presented with a view of Marissa. The woman was sitting on the sofa in the middle of the room. The soft sofa that bought it was also included in the power of attorney list. Nilam laughed cynically, seeing Marissa at a glance who was already like a great mistress.

"Where the hell, this Auntie. From earlier asked to make juice not come." He heard her grumbling. Nilam crossed both hands in front of the chest, still allowing the queen to be more embarrassed. "Bi ... Auntie! Where's my juice?!"

He was screaming, it was like a zoo. Nilam moved slowly, regular steps with the sound of high heels colliding with the floor made Marissa realize and immediately turned her head.

"You apparently," he said indifferently. It's a big madam.

"Yes, the lady of the house." Nilam confirmed with a smile. Marissa looked at him with an annoyed look.

"Don't forget, soon I will also be Indra's wife. Of course I deserve to."

"What's wrong? Over this house and all that?" Nilam nodded, as if understanding and understanding what Marissa meant.

"Sure!"

Very confident this female.

"Then it seems that you should learn to be a mistress. Because all this time, you were hitching a ride at your friend's house. I get it, I get it."

Marissa's eyes glared at hearing that. He felt humiliated, but wanting to deny that was the reality. During this time in Jakarta he was living hitchhiking with his friend in elite housing.

"You insulted me, but you were a villager yourself before!" hissing Marissa.

Nilam raised both his eyebrows.

"I am indeed a village, until now also do not forget where I came from. But I'm not a village like you."

"You!" Marissa stood up to hit Nilam who swiftly moved her fingers.

"Don't touch me, you could be subject to persecution. I certainly don't like to play, Marissa. That's why I'm different from you. You're a village."

"Bad!"

Nilam laughed at Marissa's anger. But then, his laughter stopped when Indra came and directly approached Marissa who was suddenly acting in pain. He was holding his stomach.

"He pushed me, Ndra. He's jealous he can't give you a son."

Nilam clenched his fingers to hear the slander that came out of Marissa's lips. Indra also reflexively approached, about to slap Nilam. Patchouli instead of retreating, he instead challenged by showing his smooth white cheeks. Indra's hand stopped in the air.

"Why not be? I can add to your list of irritations if you slap me this afternoon, Ndra. Come on, do it."

Indra swung her hand down then looked at Nilam with a tired look.

"Whatever you hate Marissa, you can't be rude to her, Lam. She's pregnant."

"You believe him that I pushed him?" asked Nilam with an eyebrow raised by one.

"He's in pain, you can see him yourself."

"So whatever you say, Ndra. I was never rude to him, especially to hurt his physique even though I really wanted to cut him. But I'm not that stupid, I don't want to even come into skin with her."

"The hydra! He insulted me!"

"I'm telling you the truth, Marissa." Nilam.

"Already! It's already! My intention was to bring you here to talk about our marriage to Nilam, not to fight!"

Patchouli was silent, his heart was indeed throbbing at this moment hearing what Indra had just said, but he still acted relaxed and responded calmly.

"Oh, so you're gonna talk about marriage. All right, sit down, I'll take a shower."

"Alright, Lam, we'll be waiting for you."

"I'm thirsty from earlier that damn maid didn't deliver me a drink" whined Marissa.

Nilam who had just walked a few steps, turned his head back.

"Surely he won't make you a drink, except with my permission. Auntie," call Nilam.

The waiter approached immediately.

"Yes, Madam."

"Make juice for her" pointed Nilam at Marissa who could only see her with goiter.

"Okay, Him."

"You want to, Ndra?" nilam Fresh. Indra did not answer it seemed like she was upset too.

"Make it for Indra, Bi."

Then Nilam passed, went upstairs and entered the room. He felt his heart rumble violently at this moment, but was so content to watch Marissa and Indra not saying much.

"I told you, I'll show you who's the most powerful here" Nilam sighed again and then immediately entered the bathroom.

After finishing the bath, Nilam immediately changed his clothes with a small white flower patterned home dress. His hair he tied a ponytail, looked charming. He went down and saw Marissa leaning her head on Indra's shoulder. Indra immediately corrected their position making Marissa cluck annoyed.

"For an hour, just take a shower!" hiss Marissa was Nilam just laughing at her.

"It's usually longer, especially if I've been soaking in a bath up with aromatherapy. You ever been like that?" ask Nilam with a smile. Marissa looked at him even more dislikefully. The heat he made Nilam. "Alright, no need to talk stale, when you will have a wedding. By the way, have the parents of this actor been told? Then did your mom and dad know that, too?"

"Please call me that!" Marissa is angry again. Indra raised her hand, trying to make Marissa calm down.

"They all know, Lam."

"Well, that means I'm the last one to be told yes. All right, your family turned out to be very compact, so did my in-laws. It's amazing."

"They just follow me, Lam. Don't judge the miscellaneous, "sign Indra.

Nilam. It was very hurt to know the fact that her in-laws already knew about her son's affair. He could guess that his in-laws also must have thought the Indralah was more in terms of matter than Nilam. They do not know the true story is exactly the opposite. Patchouli but still allow them to think like that. His surprise will be ready.

"So I'll tell my family." Nilam nodded, as if accepting her. Though in the heart already throbbing pain to imagine the disappointment of both parents later.

The event was later agreed to be held this week as well. Nilam sipped his drink slowly and then immediately moved. He felt that there was no more business with those two shameless creatures in front of him. There was a phone call from Tommy.

"Later tonight? All right, we meet at the usual place." Nilam's voice was deliberately shouted, while Indra looked at him with a full search. He wanted to get close to Nilam who had started climbing the stairs, but Marissa held him down like a nail. Nilam just smiled with satisfaction, making Indra hot now like bringing his own happiness for him.

"Bas selfish, don't like me being naughty, but you're itching yourself!" grunt Nilam while closing the door. He is now confused whether to see Tommy or not tonight.