Husband's girlfriend!

Accusing Nilam

Nilam should have been in Bogor today to review the filming location but the plan was cancelled due to something from the crew and will continue in the next few days. So now Nilam decided to just swim. He already wears a swim suit that forms his beautiful body.

Indra also happens to be on a work holiday. He's at home too. Marissa had just finished her bath when Nilam had just plunged into the pool. Nilam did not tease Marisa who had passed him with an unhappy look.

"Mrs, this is the juice." Auntie came with a glass of orange juice and put it by the pool.

"Thank you, Bi. Oh yes, today I really want to eat fried rice village, I again miss mother," Pinta Nilam to aunt.

"Aunty's gonna make it soon, yeah."

Nilam nodded and continued swimming. From the front, Marissa's food delivery was also Indra.

"Ndra, where's the money?" marissa's voice again.

"Ris, cooking can't really? Every day I serve you fast food like this. Just as Nilam wasn't like this, Ris!" This time Indra's voice was heard.

Nilam chuckled at hearing it. Laugh without a sound.

"I can't cook, Ndra! You don't want to understand, do you? Besides, you want me to do some housework alone?"

"You're just washing my clothes, cooking for me. That's it, Ris!"

"Yes the same, tired of the point!"

"Sorry, Mom, Ma'am, so this is how, I have to transfer another order." The sound of mas-mas delivering food was heard interrupting.

"Now!" Now it's Indra's turn.

Indra's face was sour, three meals a day, three online messages. Fill his head to break. Nilam only lived to enjoy what was presented before his eyes, the revenge that was commensurate after being betrayed for almost a year.

"Mrs ..."

Indra approached, staring at the wet Nilam with a protruding body teasingly.

"Yes, Ndra?" answer Nilam as sweet as possible.

"Emmm ... What will you eat later?" tanyakanya.

"Me?"

"Yes, I ordered food, get you one for Marissa one."

"God! I ordered the food for you and me!" Marissa suddenly came from behind, making Indra flinch. Nilam chuckled amusedly looking at them.

"No need to bother, Ndra, buy an expensive car I can afford let alone just food. Besides, I've asked to cook fried rice at the same village aunt."

"Ehmmmm, okay, Lam. Don't soak in the water too long, it'll hurt."

"Ndra!"

Marissa gurgled Indra's arm, taking her away from the pool. Nilam sniffed his shoulders, returned Marissa's gaze casually then continued swimming.

After swimming, Nilam still sits relaxed on the edge of the pool. Still enjoying the rest of the juice. He flinched when Marissa came and was about to push him, but Nilam moved quickly to the side until the woman slipped and her back body hit the edge of the pool before she finally got into the water.

Marissa's voice made Indra run towards the pool. Marissa held her stomach, she was wet. And something surprising happened. The surface of the water around Marissa that was clear, immediately reddened. The blood!

Marissa's bleeding badly. This time he was not acting at all. She's ill.

"He pushed me, Ndra!" Marissa accused the stunned Nilam himself of seeing blood in his pool. But a moment later he shook his head hard.

"not me! It was precisely he who just wanted to push me and me ..."

Plaque!!!

A slap landed on Nilam's cheek. Nilam held his cheek, looking at Indra's hands that floated with a nanar gaze. Indra's own hand shook in the air.

"Ndra!" Marissa slowly lost consciousness. Aunty screamed in shock but she instead quickly brought Nilam who was still glued to the edge of the pool by holding his cheek.

"Mrs, madam's fine, isn't she? Madam's cold." Bibi covered Nilam's body with a thick towel and herded him away.

The surface of the pool has been reddened, Indra has brought Marissa to the hospital. Nilam did not react, he still remembered the slap earlier. The pain reaches the heart. Nilam's hands were clenched.

"I'm not papa, Bi."

"Let's go inside, Madam."

Nilam. She doesn't know what will happen to Marissa's son but she is clearly innocent.

"Eat first, Him, come on."

Aunty seemed worried about Nilam's state of being quiet for a while. But, Nilam still calmly ate fried rice made by his loyal servant.

"He's accusing me, Bi. He believed in that bitch."

"Aunt believe Madam!" firmly aunt defends.

"He also slapped me in the face, Bi. My father never did that" Nilam said expressionlessly.

"Sir Indra is outrageous!" keep the fiery aunt.

Nilam finished his meal, a drop of his tears fell but soon he removed it again. A few hours later, the phone rang. Indra called. Nilam lifted her up slowly.

"Me and Marissa lost our baby, Lam! All because you had pushed her, now she had to undergo the procedure of forcefully removing our dead baby!"

Nilam was silent for a moment, he did not feel guilty but it was Marissa who had harmed herself.

"I'm so sorry. But I will not admit something that is not my fault" Nilam replied calmly.

"You're too much, Nilam!" bentak Indra's.

"Whatever, I did nothing to your second wife. I don't care if you believe me or not."

Nilam turned off the phone, though, she feels sad because Indra has to lose her baby but she must remain firm because she never committed any crime to Marissa as hateful and as vengeful as she was to the woman who had taken her husband.