I'm Not a Backup Womb

The other side of my husband

I'm not a spare womb

The Part 244

"You'll see when I'll spare me just for a song." I quipped. He felt and finally looked at me. "Sorry."

"You often bring another woman?"

"Women? What do you mean?"

"So your friend said, you brought a new girl, pack her son where else? That right?" ask me then

"Jeez, Debby. You're nagging ya."

"Not nguping kok mas, but just a little doang really."

"Young people like them don't like being dengeri, they're band kids who like to joke." he explained.

"Play boy is really you! Lots of names of women in your past popping up." My cynics

"No... The important thing is the future, it is not usa angry so dong darling, we go to the room only yuk." softly while holding my hand, its nature like this is what always makes me not wrinkle.

I nodded my head slowly.

Mas Aska immediately called the waiter and immediately asked for a bill. But surprisingly, before the waiter came to our place, someone mentioned his name.

"Yes, our friend who is also a guest who is present tonight will sing a song with us, a young doctor and also the son of the famous conglomerate Mr. Atmajaya. Doctor Teddy Aska Atmajaya."

"What the hell try this, use the name of all papa." grumbled the Aska mas

"Mas, that's your name, right? You want to sing? Don't be shy, you said it flat. How do you want to sing try?" I said, I took the water in front and drank it so that my feelings were calmer, the Aska mas called but somehow I became tense gini.

"Why did you think I was Debby just now?"

"Not anything like that, but I'm trying to tell."

"It means even more cruel dong."

"Please Doctor." - Sony said on stage.

"Yes, have gone instead of being ashamed."

"Thy? You embarrassed? Wow your humiliation Deb, sit here Yes." he said as he tidied up his clothes, hair and immediately headed on stage.

"Loh.loh.. Why ride him."

Debgan was heavy-hearted I immediately sat back down and prayed that she would not embarrass me this time with her flat voice.

"I'm going to perform a song for my lady, who is there, Pricilia Debby Permata" he said, pointing at me.

"Ha" I gave a smile to my compulsion, when the visitors started to look at me and the music began to play. I kept praying in my heart.

In this life

I have loved a lot of love but

I never met love

As much as I want him

One verse of the song makes me amazed, beautiful voice with lyrics that are so full of meaning, it is delivered so well and perfectly.

*my great rasaka thing

Now.beloved someone.

Which I love him too

That's flawless..

Won't fuck him

There is not necessarily someone like him

Many eyes watched it

Luckily, that's how I feel right now, having the best man who never let a sadness out of my life. The man who always gave me his full affection, the woman who had so many flaws, the woman who could only strive to be a worthy wife for her husband.

*Not her duets

Not necessarily tomorrow. Exists

Opportunity will not come twice

Appreciate and guard his heart

In my silence

I always pray for him

A mate is not about perfect

But who can survive

And fighting...

Today I see the other side of my husband, again the other side that is able to present a sara loved by his increasingly beaar.

"The girl's looks are normal?" I faintly heard someone talking about my conception, a very ordinary appearance, that's what I heard. Indeed, I did not have time to take a shower after work, only armed with makeshift clothes attached to my body, without any preparation or polish.

"It's a pity that his men are like that. The woman is ordinary! Mr. Atmajaya's son can be the same woman who is mediocre."

"Is it possible he played shaman?" I smiled my smile, again I heard the talk from another table, the insults and the very bad judgment again spoken so lightly. I didn't pay much attention to it either, it was too dear if I had to ignore such a beautiful voice and song just for the unimportant. It is up to them to judge and think what about me, which is for sure the man they are talking about is mine, what they have in mind and what they say will not change the fact that he belongs to Debby.

Applause also rang as Aska finished the last stanza and came back to see me. "Honey to the room yuk.." I said while struggling spoiled with a voice that I intentionally hardened.

"Room? Cheap as well!" whisper them again.

"Why? Does my voice make you feel ashamed? Look at them."

"Not that, but I can't wait." I said in a slightly mischievous tone

"What?" jakak mas Aska did not believe.

"Dwelling... It was really cheap." they murmured again, maybe Aska did not notice but I, I know exactly what they were talking about. Facing them does not need to be violent, but must be smarter and smarter.

"Let's go baby." whine me again..

"Yes, we went to the room, I paid for it."

We left the restaurant and left a thousand questions, which is what they had in mind about me right now. Indeed the outside world does not know if the marriage has happened between us, but I can make sure soon they will all know and will apologize to me.

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Arriving at the hotel room "I took a shower first huh, did you bring me a change of clothes? That suitcase in Aldo's room?" ask me

"Geez, I forgot to bring, I dropped the suitcase in the apartment earlier."

"Well, do I use what dung mas?"

"Didalem has bath robes."

"Bath robes?"

"Yes, that's Debby's bathrobe" she explained

"Cloak? No buttons dong? Eat it in you dong mas?" my tease

"No need to lure Deb, yes rather than not use, did you say you were impatient?" he said that approached me.

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Thank you brother for stopping by and read my story, sorry if there is any wrong word😊

Oh yes kak want a work promo titled Forced to marry a mafia boss is no less scary too..