Married To An Ex
Husband and ex
#Married_with_Former
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Happy Reading's!
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Five years later.
A woman with glasses perched on the trunk of her nose was staring intently at the little boy in front of her. The woman looked at him probing at her son.
When he arrived home from work, he had found the messy condition of his son who was on the porch of the house.
"Don't you hear Mama's talk?"
The four-year-old boy just smiled innocently.
"Listen, Ma."
"What did mom say?" ask the woman, looking at the child. Then clean the dry leaves that are in his hair.
"Mama said, Gino don't play behind Arga's house with Silla." The boy explained, demonstrating the tone of voice and how his mother spoke while advising him.
While the woman in front of him snickered, then laughed softly. This kid really, always can't make himself angry.
"Keep why still play, if you know you can't?" The woman looked softly at her son, her sense of regret was instantly gone when she saw how innocent the child was.
"Silla take you, Ma!" Ginos. The boy immediately shook his head, as if saying that this was not his fault.
"If you want to upset Gino, you can't, Ma. Angryin Silla because Silla invited." The speech is not too slurred, but it can say sentence by sentence well.
"Cock Silla?!" A girl of almost the same age as him came out of hiding, which was beside the wall of the house.
The little girl did not accept herself being blamed so, even though it was in fact true.
"Silla is talking to Gino, Mama. But Gino wants to, so does his Gino." Silla. The seven-year-old little girl with the two pigtails, looked at Gino annoyed.
The woman looked at Silla with a probing gaze also held back laughter, because the condition was also almost the same as Gino. Messy.
"Fixed Silla's wrong, Mama!"
"Gino wants to!"
"Mama will ask. Can you?" The woman opened her voice, holding the children's shoulders in front of her.
"You guys playing at papa Arga's back house?" asked the woman, who was taken in by the two children before her.
"Yes, Ma."
"What are these mama's kids?"
"We're playing cook. Then Gino just took the fish******* in the aquarium, we cook it." Silla explained with a slight lisp.
"Fish ******?"
"Yes. Fish***** papa, Gino take us cook." Silla explained enthusiastically. The little girl seemed to not remember her fear of the anger she expected now.
"Where'd you take it?"
"Gino push his aquarium off the table." The boy explained relaxed. The woman before him was shocked to hear his explanation.
"Bracked Gino!" scold the woman.
"Break it, Ma."
The woman hurriedly jerked from her daydream. "You're not hurt, son?"
"No. Gino's not hurt."
"If papa Arga knows, how? Don't you fear that Papa Arga is angry?" ask the woman to investigate. This kid is really quite unsettling.
"Papa Arga is never angry, Ma. It's just Mama Sasa who's often angry." It was not Gino who answered, it was Silla.
The girl with the two pigtails was honest. Indeed, who often reprimanded more precisely not angry, is his Mama Sasa.
The lady called Sasa looked at Silla anxiously, then pinched her chubby cheeks gently.
"It could be Mama's son."
"Yes dong. That's right, isn't it, Gino?!" Silla's enthusiasm asks Gino's opinion.
Gino also nodded no less enthusiastically.
"The bet is right!" he said with a cartoon accent bald-headed kingpin. Favorite cartoon.
The woman's annoyance is now gone, replaced with anxiety in the two children in front of her.
"Yes yes."
"Why do you have so many leaves on your head?" ask the woman again.
"We'll take the mama's flower in the back. Let's just keep throwing it up in the sky." Silla explained again in detail.
"The bet is right." Gino.
The woman in front of him was now staring in annoyance at the two children in front of him, which made both of them become afraid.
"Ginos! Silla's! Now you clean up just like Aya. Now!"
The two children ran into the house by calling the babysitter in a shrill voice.
The woman was trying to be patient. Gosh the long-awaited order flower with a fairly expensive price must be lost in price, because of the behavior of the two boys.
"Salvene!" The woman looked at a man in his full office shirt.
"They're causing trouble again?"
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Six years ago.
"Salvene!"
"Salvene!"
Reon shouted in frustration. The man in the disheveled office shirt slammed the items, thus making a loud voice understated to each other. Destroying everything near him.
"Where are you, baby?!" Reon was sitting limp with his cry, his gaze pointing towards the large photo that was in the living room. Wedding photo with Salsa.
"Salsa, please don't scare me."
The possibilities that were in his head made Reon riled up. Frightened by Salsa's knowledge of her own betrayal, Reon is completely riled up.
The ringing of the phone makes Reon's attention become distracted, processing the calls he makes. But the next number makes Reon turn off his phone, because it constantly rings.
Reon groaned again.
Long she was silent, suddenly the sound of her door being knocked made Reon upset. Because the door is constantly knocked.
Reon walked straight to the door, and opened it.
"Right be Salsa Nadia Wano's house?" Reon was restrained when he heard a question from a man in a brown uniform in front of him.
"really. What's up?"
For some reason, but now Reon was really worried. Hugely.
"I would like to say that Salsa's sister was in a car accident at a quarter of the way of the Rose." The police explained the intent of his arrival. With a dirty lady's backpack.
"I found the address from the ID card. I called you earlier but you didn't pick it up."
"Where is Salsa sir?! Where?!" jolt Reon. Even Reon had gripped the two shoulders of the police in front of him.
Now Reon was really frustrated, even to stand up and his knees felt so limp.
"Quiet sir. Come with us."
Event location.
"The "great clash that occurred set both cars on fire. Even the car hit by Salsa's sister was carrying gasoline, so the fire was really big. The explosion happened four times."
"Some witnesses said that the two cars were dragged a few meters from the initial incident to a ravine near a quarter of the road. The witness stated that after that the explosion immediately happened in a row." A reporter from one of the television stations explained.
Reon who was not far from him was completely limp, his sharp eyes staring at the two cars that had not been formed and blackened due to the charred.
Firefighters are still trying to put out the blazing fire. Unmitigated some trees also blackened as a result.
"We found a lady's bag called Salsa at the first scene before it was dragged. The bag fell, with the glass open according to the witness's explanation." A policeman brought some evidence. People want to get information. However, some of the police and Reon's men were blocked.
Moreover, who is getting a disaster is the wife of the CEO of a large property company that is so up. So surely this news will really be trending.
As if they do not care about someone's situation, they continue to press with the importance of their respective egos under the pretext of work.
"It's confirmed. The victim had died in the fire, because the car door was locked. Everything's completely charred." A policeman explained making Reon look at him sharply.
"No!"
"My wife can't die! Don't just talk!" Reon shouted, his body already advanced wanting to attack the man who had said that. But hold people.
"Sorry Mr. Reon. We want to work consistent with the evidence as well as the witnesses who saw."
"We are not claiming, but there is no way the victim will survive with evidence and witnesses. Impossible, sir." The man explained.
"Don't say that, if you want to be consistent let me look for it. Let me handle this case. I don't need your help!" yell Reon wrathfully.
"The fire is really big, sir. The probability of that happening is --"
Brugh!
Reon advanced and directly charged at him. This guy really needs to be dealt with.
"Salsa is not dead!"
"My wife is not dead. Just shut the fuck up if you keep saying that!"
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"Salvene!" The woman looked at a man in his full office shirt.
"They're causing trouble again?"
Salsa, the woman laughed. "Obdomestic, Mommy."
"They always cause trouble, don't know when to stop." The thirty-year-old man shook his head.
"His name is also a child, Mas. Later also if it is big they will no longer be like that." explained Salsa.
"Yes you know, Sa. But still their behavior really makes dizziness. You know what not?! Yesterday they were playing with my work laptop, to the point that all important company data was lost" the man explained.
Salsa laughed.
Arga Wiranto, his name. The man who had been accompanying Salsa in her bad times. The man who was a widower of one child, who was neighbors with him. The man who contributed a lot to Salsa, also people mean a lot to him.
"But, Tumben Mas came home quickly. What's up?" salsa asked curiously. Because usually Arga comes home always overtime, at the earliest to go home at seven o'clock. That's rare. Because basically, Arga is a workaholic.
Now then? The man came home at four in the afternoon, which Salsa said was too soon for an Arga.
"Today it's seven years since Arum died. I want to go to her audience with Silla, there's no way I'm going home the night I took Silla to the grave of her late mother." Arga's explanation made Salsa smile faintly.
Salsa did not want to discuss further, knowing that this discussion would make Arga sad.
"So soon, I'll call Silla first."
"All right."
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Other residence.
Reon slammed his phone making some servants who were doing his activities jerk, then slowly backed away from before his master.
It was as if it was common for them to see unreserved anger from their master. They choose to leave rather than fall victim to Reon's anger.
"It's useless!" shout Reon.
Not even there, Reon even slammed the glass glass that was nearby. The luxurious banquet was instantly destroyed, the hard work of the servants was wasted.
"Basic useless, already salaried even make trouble."
The man with the tangled shirt immediately stood up and left the food room, making some of the servants who saw him instantly stroke his chest trying to be patient.
Since Salsa's departure, Reon's parents, especially Tania, have given him many household services. Especially considering Reon who can not control emotions, since the departure of his wife.
That day seems strange if Reon does not break things, or make a lot of noise at home. So made Tania, Reon's mother, hire a lot of house assistants. To clean up all the mess made by his eldest son.
One assistant is not enough. Moreover, the complaints of many of them who complained about the attitude of Reon so temprament. So Tania immediately hired nine more household assistants.
"It's a pity that the dishes, when it's freshly cooked and delicious." Complaints of a middle-aged woman, who has the status of a domestic assistant here.
How not? Seeing such delicious and nutritious food that was wasted on the floor, made him gulp his saliva many times. For him this food a week of work can only get it.
"Already, Ma. Don't complain so much as if you don't know Mr. Reon's attitude." said a woman who looked younger than him, cleaning up the mess.
"really. But how not to complain, many people out there are so eager to eat. But the master seemed to have no gratitude." - his grunts were unsettled. But he helped other assistants clean up the mess that happened.
"The rich."
"Basic, the money's just as easy as it is." another woman grumbled.
"Stop grumbling, let's just clean this up!" scold one of them.
"I feel like I want to cry seeing food as good as this wasted." As if unconcerned with her friend's reprimand, the woman continued to grumble.
"true."
"This is all because of the master himself, reportedly he who cheated on his wife. But after his wife was gone, he was also crazy. That guy's really troublesome." The woman continued her words again with her scathing words.
His friends who heard him only shook their heads while laughing slowly, because they knew if their friend this one was so nature.
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