Husband's girlfriend!

Lawsuit Plan

Nilam's hand was still clenched, imagined Indra's treatment. He felt Indra was so stupid because he immediately believed what Marissa said. Of course in the pool area there are surveillance cameras, but the situation is quite serious because Marissa is bleeding and the man can not consider all the accusations of his second wife to Nilam without looking at all the evidence that must exist.

Nilam rushes to open the CCTV footage, seeing the scene that makes his hatred even more towards his husband and his goddamn honey. He immediately contacted Yuki.

"Sir, can you accompany me tomorrow?" asked Nilam without taking his eyes off the CCTV footage.

"Yes, sure, Lam. Where do you want me to go?"

"Religious court."

Long Yuki was silent but then there was a long sigh from his loyal manager.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, it's time."

"Alright, don't forget to prepare all the files."

"I've prepared it all the way, Ma'am, just take it."

"You okay, why is your voice shaking?"

"The bitch tried to slander me for miscarriage. Even though it was because of his own actions, he tried to harm me in the pool but I vehemently avoided so he himself hit the stone to hit the edge of the pool. Then, Indra slapped me so hard, she accused me!"

Yuki sounded surprised on the other end of the phone, Nilam knew that Yuki was also furious to hear the story.

"Indra is insolent! Especially Marissa. Indeed it is the punishment of miscarriage, Lam! Already, you brought CCTV footage to strengthen your lawsuit. If you need a visa, Lam. Let Indra go to jail!"

Nilam just silently listened to Yuki's response. He actually agreed and probably would have taken that step. Patience has been enough all along.

"We meet tomorrow, Ma'am." Nilam terminated his phone call.

After that Nilam rushed to his room, in his not a drawer that he always locks. He grabbed the important papers he would bring tomorrow. Nilam then saw a photo hanging in the room, a photo of him and Indra in a wedding dress.

There, they look happy. Beautiful Patchouli with white kebaya and Indra with a wedding coat of similar colors. Unfortunately, the household life is not as sweet as it looks in the frame.

She grabbed her dresser chair, dragged it slowly and then climbed onto it. Remove the large object from its initial position, hanging on the wall. Nilam then broke it down and broke into pieces.

"Mistress?"

Maybe the aunt heard the shards until she went upstairs. Nilam walked over and immediately opened the door of his room.

"Okay, ma'am, Auntie get the equipment first."

Nilam nodded, then headed towards his bedroom window. He looked at the streets around the complex. His eyes stared into the scorching afternoon with a disappointed look.

Aunt came back with cleaning equipment. Nilam only watched the fragments of the glass frame that had filled the pengki that aunt brought. Then the photo in it that no longer means anything to Nilam. All the feelings in the air, there remained an ever more enduring hatred for her husband.

About three hours later, the roar of Indra's car was heard. Nilam was just about to get out after wearing a casual suit with his wallet and car keys. They passed, Nilam threw his face away, not wanting to see Indra again. But Indra held back her steps, her arms held by the man.

"I'm sorry, Lam. But, you can't just treat Marissa. Now that she's miscarried, we're losing our baby."

Nilam brushed off Indra's hand violently. His face was staring coldly, Indra had only seen him once. Even during this time after he had lived with Nilam and Marissa on the same roof, Nilam still looked at him normally even though he must have been disappointed. But not like now, it's very cold.

"You are a stupid man, who just believes in him. Enjoy that stupidity. One day, you'll be so sorry and I'll make sure you beg me to come back. When that time comes, I will never give you the slightest chance!"

"What do you mean, Nilam? I accidentally went back home and left Marissa in the hospital to mend our relationship again. I also feel guilty for slapping you."

"I don't need you anymore, Indra! You have to remember, that slap I'll remember anytime!"

Nilam walked away, towards his car. But Indra again pulled his hand, Nilam also rushed to brutely pull over.

"Don't touch me again! I'm disgusted at you!"

"Nilam!"

Nilam did not budge, got into the car and immediately started the engine of the car. Indra tapped on the car glass. Trying to block the path Nilam but Nilam still stepped on the gas until forced Indra to immediately get out of the way. Nilam himself doesn't know where he's going. He just needs to calm down. He had also locked the door of his room and even brought a duplicate of the room key so that Indra could not enter his room when he was not there.

Indra's eyes then widened when he found a photo of his marriage with Nilam who was already in the trash can.

"Bi!" call Indra beaver.

"What's up, Mister?" Auntie came from the kitchen quickly.

"Why are my wedding photos and Nilam here?!"

"Mrs who ordered me to put it in this garbage can, sir."

Indra sat down limp, squeezing her hair desperately. He also stared at his palm, something that had made Nilam no longer tolerate his attitude.