Husband Warmers Man's Bed

Painful Things

"You guys just wait here, I'll be right back."

Syahnaz got off the car that drove him to Jendra's office. He asked the driver and a bodyguard to stay in the car without getting in.

After finding out what medicine Jendra was actually giving, Syahnaz wanted to immediately meet the man to ask for an explanation.

As he passed by the receptionist in the company lobby, he showed his identity card.

"Oh, Mr. Jendra is in his room. Please take a special elevator there to go directly to the floor of Mr. Jendra's room," said the receptionist who served there.

Without waiting for long, Syahnaz entered into the access of a special elevator. He had no difficulty meeting Jendra even though this was his first time coming there.

What Jendra said is true, with the identity card, he will be immediately recognized as a close relative of Jendra.

After the elevator opened, he came out and found a straight hallway right in front of him was Jendra's workspace.

"When are you going to do this to Shahnaz?"

Syahnaz stopped his footsteps when he heard a familiar voice from one of the rooms on his left side. Especially if the person carries his name.

"Of course until I'm satisfied."

Syahnaz was stunned, his eyes round when he heard Jendra's voice there. He slowly approached the door of the slightly open room.

As he peered inside, it seemed like it was a room for meetings. There was Jendra and Regi talking.

"I don't think it's fair to him. You still have to convey that," suggested Regi.

"He doesn't need to know. That's all my business."

"Well! You sound selfish now. Remember your purpose in the beginning, Shahnaz you paid to give birth to your child."

"Yes, of course. But right now I don't really need a child. You know I've been fasting for three years. If she's pregnant, I can't wear it."

Syahnaz shut his mouth to hear Jendra's words just now. The man thought of it like an item that could be used as he pleased.

"What's? Wearing? You think he's a dress? Crazy, you are now! Poor Syahnaz, your agreement should only be about a year."

"I'll pay for it every month as agreed. He has nothing to lose with me, than being with that fucking guy!"

"In addition to being a servant, you also make prostitution your personal ur. Jendra, Jendra ...."

"If I am satisfied, I will make her pregnant and give birth to my son. Next, he can get out of my life."

"You're too cruel to hide all this from him. One day, you might regret it, Jendra."

Syahnaz's tears flowed all the way through listening to the two men's conversation accidentally. He did not expect if Jendra was as slick as it was to treat him.

"Ah, why do we keep talking about this? I want to go home and see Shahnaz. We'll finish this job right now!"

"Yes already! Let's go to your room. Counseling a drunken man is useless!"

Hearing the movement from within, Shahnaz decided to go dodge. He walked quickly towards the elevator that delivered him earlier. He wiped his tears as he entered the elevator.

Before the elevator doors closed perfectly, he saw Jendra and Regi coming out of the room.

Indeed, he had no right to be angry. Jendra paid for it, which means she's a cheap woman. But, hearing Jendra's own words, made his heart very sick.

When the elevator door opened again, he sighed and tried to calm down. She wiped her tears and walked normally so as not to attract people's attention. When he saw the trash, Shahnaz opened her bag and took the medicine bottle from inside.

For a moment he looked at him, small objects that he thought could nourish the womb actually gave the opposite effect. Without hesitation he immediately threw it into the trash and walked back to the car.

"Sir, we proceed to the address on the street XXX housing, yes!" pinta Syahnas after getting back in the car.

"Good, Miss."

The driver drove back his car. They did not have the slightest suspicion of Shahnaz.

Meanwhile, in the back seat of Syahnaz looked pensive while watching the vehicle on the road.

Upon arrival near the address of the house that Syahnaz was looking for, he asked the driver and his bodyguard to wait again in the front alley.

For a moment he missed the road he always passed. Each corner was the same as the last time he saw it. Indeed, the area is fairly quiet because most of its residents are office workers who always leave in the morning and return home at night.

There is one corner that experienced a drastic difference, namely his own home. The house that used to be seen in the yard, is now a house with a high fence. The paint still looks new.

"Is Mas Aditya renovating this house? Why didn't you tell me that time?" mummified Shahnaz.

He continued his steps to approach the unlocked wooden gate. He bent his head inside, there is a garden that is still the same as the building of his house first. So is the shape of the house, still the same even though at some point underwent renovation.

"Excuse me ... Excuse me ..." he cried while still stepping into the neatly arranged house.

"Excuse me ... Excuse me ...."

A man with a heavy hand opened the door. His arm was covered in tattoos until it scared the Shahnaz. When the man appeared with his long hair that had never been combed, Syahnaz was shocked. The man was a thug who had come to his house at that time.

He was a thug who charged a debt to Aditya back then.

"Oh. You ... Sweet lady, what's your need to come here?" ask the tattooed man. He also seemed to still remember Shahnaz.

"I should have asked. Why are you here?" Syahnaz asked back with a stern tone and a serious expression.

The thug laughed out loud at Shahnaz's question. "Haha ... Sorry, I almost forgot that you're Aditya's wife. Didn't he tell you?" tanyakanya.

Syahnaz fell silent, not understanding what the man was saying.

"The son of a bitch can't afford the debt. That's why he let go of this house instead. And I bought this house from my boss. So, the whole house is officially mine" said the thug.

Syahnaz could only be dumbfounded and shocked. "That's impossible," he said.

The thug smirked a grin. "Try asking Aditya yourself. I have complete letters about this house. You can't just come here anymore."

"Then, where are the things from this house you remove?" ask Syahnaz to surrender.

"I don't know, it's Aditya's business. If it's not wrong, he's taking those things to XXX's address in the XXX area."

The burden on Syahnaz's heart was heavy. He was trying to believe what Aditya said at the time. In fact, the man kept getting her disappointed. Even the mother's only home has now changed hands without her knowledge.