Husband's girlfriend!

New Car Makes Honey Envy

On a clear morning, Nilam stretched his body, moving his neck left and right for a moment. He opened his eyes, staring at the incoming sunlight because the window of the room was deliberately opened from last night.

"Mrs," call the waiter.

Nilam smiled a little, it must be breakfast for him. He immediately opened the door and sure enough, a tray with food and warm lemon juice was presented in front of Nilam. Nilam opened the door to his room wider.

"Put it there, Bi. Auntie's eating?" ask Nilam.

"Him already, soon want to flush the beloved plants of the Madam."

"Okay, by the way, I got this for Auntie."

Nilam opened the closet, grabbed a bag of groceries and handed it to the maid.

"Well, that's great, yeah. It's too much, Him."

"No papa, it was for Auntie. I purposely bought those clothes so Auntie could change."

The maid stared at the Nilam-style home-style negligee dresses with joy.

"Thank you, Yes. Then, Auntie downstairs yeah."

"Yes, Bi." Nilam let his assistant come down. "Eh, hang on, Bi."

"Why, Him?"

"Remember my message yesterday, anyway if ordered anything with Indra and Marissa, do not want. Just refuse on my orders. If they scold Aunty, tell me not to hesitate, because I will return to scold them. Anyway, Auntie don't want to be told to."

"Beres, New. Auntie must have said Mrs."

"Good, next month Aunt's pay goes up."

"Thank God, thank you, ma'am."

Nilam dressinga gave his thumbs up. He decided to take a shower and then enjoy his breakfast. There was something waiting for him today as well. Wilt into the bathroom with vigor. He began to wet his body with warm water coming out of the shower.

Then after he finished, he immediately went out and changed into a pair of shorts and a bright pink tanktop, in contrast to his milky-white skin. Not to forget Nilam dried his hair with a hairdryer.

When he finished, he enjoyed his breakfast. Nilam ate quietly while it was from below that Indra and Marissa heard calling aunty. Aunt of course did not say, because she was only obedient to Nilam.

Nilam just chuckled, he imagined for sure this morning the two new couples were in confusion, especially Indra already got a warning letter because it was often late to work. Nilam also became dubious, surely Marissa could not pair a tie for Indra.

"Rasain, kill you!"

Patchouli down, carrying a tray with an empty plate. He deliberately brought his former breakfast scraps down without waiting for his aunt to pick them up. Indra saw Nilam who was so sexy and increasingly well-groomed, had been silent. He instantly forgot to argue with Marissa at the dining table at this moment.

"The hydra! Why the hell see him like that? Angryin, he let us not have breakfast this morning!" marissa was upset.

Indra soon realized from his admiration for Nilam. He's approaching Nilam.

"Lam, it's just your breakfast that the waiter made. Did you forget that Marissa and I were here, too?" ask Indra.

Nilam frowned, then looked at the two alternately as if confused.

"Can't do it, Lam. Marissa's pregnant again, you gotta have a little mercy."

"What the hell, Ndra! I'm not asking for mercy! But I should have rights too!"

Nilam let out a laugh hearing Marissa's words just now.

"Your rights? Yes ask for Indra, ask Indra to pay one more person to be your servant. That's just a bother," said Nilam while crossing his hands in front of the chest.

"Bad! The more days you want, Nilam! I am also entitled to what is in this house! You also enjoy Indra money right?! You must have paid the maid's salary with Indra's money too!" tuding Marissa.

"Yes, Lam, what Marissa said is true. And again, I don't like seeing you guys fuss. You guys gotta get along!"

*A*your head!

Nilam sizzled in the heart.

"Who said it was Indra's salary? Ask Indra how much she's paying now? Half of Indra's salary is for his family. Not to mention the tuition fee of his sister in Jogja. His mother was also paying off bank credit bills because they borrowed money to build a house. And then during the affair with you yesterday, he just gave me a little. The one who covered the money less was certainly just me. So obviously now, my aunt paid for it, with my own money. You got any savings, Marissa? No don't you? That's why you were willing to be the man's husband's affair at that time. Poor thing."

"The ride!" Marissa approached Nilam, almost with her hands floating about to slap Nilam but Indra immediately held her back. Marissa looked at Indra and Nilam in a furious manner while Nilam just looked at her with the same gaze, relaxed and full of pent-up laughter.

"Let's not let your son have a temper like you, Marissa." Nilam said again with his laugh interspersed.

"Lam, please, don't provoke Marissa's anger. She's pregnant with my son, which means she'll be your son, too."

"My child? Of course my son will be born from my own womb, Ndra. So don't involve me in anything about him. Not that I hate your son and him, but I take no responsibility for his future presence. Sorry." which." Nilam raised his hand.

Indra was silent for a moment. Just as Marissa was about to hit Nilam again, her voice stopped as aunty rushed into Nilam.

"Mrs Nilam, there's a dealership she said bring the Madam's order car."

"You bought a car, Lam?!" ask Indra not to accept. Marissa moreover, she still thought it was Indra's money.

"Yes, I bought it with my own money. Don't forget, I used to be a famous artist and of course, my savings were not small."

Nilam stepped gracefully, again waving his round bokoong defiantly. A white luxury car is now parked in Nilam's yard. Marissa stomped her feet in annoyance.

"The hydra! Buy me a car too!"

Indra almost fainted, where does she have any savings? The money's almost gone. Besides Marissa is weird, she asked to buy a car but could not drive it.

"It's Marissa, just focus on your pregnancy. I'm so dizzy now."

Indra passed by lethargicly, putting up his own tie, letting go of breakfast. Marissa finally ordered the food online. He cursed all day long, envious of Nilam who now had a new car.

"You want to try my car?" tawar Nilam chuckled.

"He can't drive, Lam." Indra interrupted before Marissa again felt humiliated.

"Oh ... Later learn, so I can bring a car."

Nilam went back up, taking his car keys up, keeping them in the room. Indra got into his own car while glancing at Nilam's luxury car, of course slammed with the price of his car.