HUSBAND'S MISTRESS

HUSBAND'S MISTRESS
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The next morning


In front of the hotel room door Wilson and Merissa.


Kezia knocked on Wilson's door and waited for his man to come out.


"Excuse me."


From inside the room.


"Who is morning - morning has come." Grunts Merissa.


"Let me see." Said Wilson as he moved his foot toward the door.


When Wilson opened the door, he was shocked to see Kezia standing at his door.


"Sandra." Said Wilson quietly so that Merissa would not listen.


"I'm Kezia sir." Kezia.


Wilson went straight out and brought Kezia back to Kezia's hotel room.


Kezia was astonished to see Wilson's behavior as if he wanted to hide himself from someone.


"What's wrong, why did you bring me here again?" Ask Kezia.


"Nothing - what." Wilson replied, who no longer seems to be worried.


"You seem to be hiding yourself from someone. Do you have a wife?" Ask Kezia.


"No." Wilson is lying.


"So she's still single. Is she Sandra's boyfriend? Or Vania? Yesterday he also mentioned the name Vania." Kezia.


"So what did you want to come to my room?" Ask Wilson.


"I was going to take you to breakfast. But you took me back to my room." Answer Kezia.


"Later lunch we eat together, you wait for me in the hotel lobby." Take Wilson.


"All right."


After that Wilson came out of the kama Kezia, and he went straight into his room.


Merissa looked at her husband who was smiling earlier.


"Some from where?"


"I was from outside." Wilson replied while giving her that sweet smile.


"Did anything make you happy?" Ask Merissa.


"There certainly is." Wilson answered while holding his little child's body.


• • • •


The Hardi House.


Hardi walked back and forth while thinking about how he could find his wife quickly.


"Where's the news from the police?" Rizki asked while watching Hardi who was walking back and forth.


At that instant Hardi immediately stopped his footsteps while watching Rizki who was standing in front of the door of the room that opened earlier.


"We have to find Sandra quickly because we know that Sandra still does not know the Japanese city." Rizki.


Rizki leaves Hardi, who is confused, thinking about Sandra.


"I'm sure it wasn't Sandra." Rizki.


"Then if it wasn't your sister, then who would it be?" Ask the mother who heard Rizki's words.


"Let's be Salena." Rizki answered flatly while staring at her mother Hardi's cynicism.


• • • •


At 13:00 local time.


Kezia was already waiting in the hotel lobby at Wilson's request.


Wilson immediately took Kezia into the car he rented while in Japan.


"If it's Sandra maybe I'll be happier." Mumbled Wilson.


Wilson takes Kezia to a luxury restaurant in Japan. They went in and ordered food to the waiter.


While at the restaurant, Wilson relentlessly looked at his former wife's face even though Kezia now controlled Sandra's body.


"Why?" Kezia asked who was feeling salting as Wilson continued to look at him. "Is there something wrong with my face?


"Nothing's wrong." Wilson.


"Then why do you keep looking at my face?" Ask Kezia again.


"Because you're beautiful and I love seeing your face." Wilson replied, holding onto Kezia's smooth hand.


"Pretty. This is not my real face." Kezia.


"If not your true face, you should be thankful that you were placed in a fixed body." Said Wilson.


The food they ordered was brought by the waiter at the restaurant. Wilson occasionally feeds Kezia with food he orders.


"How do you like it?" Ask Wilson.


"I like it." Answer Kezia.


They were so close that Wilson forgot the promise he had made.


While Kezia seemed happy because Wilson was endlessly praising him.


"It feels so happy." Wilson.


"You're happy because of me?" Kezia asked as she poured the green tea she ordered.


"Of course I'm happy because of you Kezia." Answer Wilson.


"Are you happy too?"


"Sure, thank you for helping me." Kezia said, holding Wilson's hand reflexively because of the pleasure he felt.


while at the hotel, Merissa tries to contact Wilson but Wilson shuts down her phone so that no one bothers her with Kezia.


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