
"You're actually cheating with another guy younger than you, right?!" mr. D pointed at his wife's face.
Firda who heard the words of her husband was wide open. She thought of a good reason to say the words of her husband.
"You got the wrong address! who's the guy you mean?" Firda tried to answer as flatly as possible.
"Don't forget that I could kill that man of your affair!" threaten mr. D.
"As for you, I don't know what you're talking about! I'm back in the room right now!" Firda stepped up and opened the door. He closed the door violently.
He looked at Clara who was standing in pecking. Her sneaky smile was perfectly developed on her dark thin lips.
"You eavesdropping on our conversation?" Firda spoke slowly.
There was no word from Clara, her gaze fixedly staring at her stepmother.
"It is good that you know that your cheap mother died a terrible death, and that people knew her with disrespect after her death" Firda whispered in Clara's ear.
Clara clenched her hands tightly. His eyes held a glimmer of inflated emotion. His chest rose and fell as his breathing felt a roar.
"No, Mommy's not like what you said! Mommy is a kind and loving woman" Clara brushed off her stepmother's statement.
"It's up to you if you don't believe. But you'd better ask your beloved Daddy that's the main cause of your mother's death, '" Firda stepped away leaving Clara alone.
"Daddy, you're responsible for Mommy's death" Clara muttered alone.
Clara began to move from where she stood, she returned to her room and prepared to face the realities and events of tomorrow that were not in accordance with her wishes.
Mr. D is still in his office. He picked up the file his wife threw. He slowly opened the file and took one at a time. His jaw was hardened, his hands clenched. He then ripped the file.
"Woman ******! how dare he threaten me like this. Who does she think she is?!" mr. D threw the torn file in any direction.
Mr. D sat down and leaned against the head of the chair. He squinted his temple which felt pulsating. Suddenly his mind recalls the car accident his wife had when Clara was eight years old.
Mr. D and his wife Diana had a big fight because Mr. D was caught by his wife making out with his new secretary.
"So this is what you do in the office?" Diana kicked off her husband's desk.
The secretary immediately picked up her clothes that were splattered on the floor and put them on in a hurry.
"Well, you're a la*ur woman? who told you to come out?" Diana pulled the woman's hair.
"Calm down, baby! I can explain everything" Mr. D put on his pants and walked over to his wife.
"I can explain all this! this is not what you thought!" mr. D grabbed his wife's body to let Diana's hand slip from her secretary's hair.
The secretary who had only been working for a few weeks was terrified and trembling. He did not expect the affair he had lived for a week had been caught.
"What else do you want to explain? fortunately I still keep the spare key that the late Papa gave me first. Otherwise your disgusting behavior will not be exposed," Diana grabbed the secretary's hair.
"Take him off, baby! kasian she's in pain," persuaded Mr. D to try to release Diana's hand.
"You can't see the woman*****this is in pain? while I saw you playing funguses with other women. You don't know what the pain is?" furious Diana.
She slapped her husband's cheek and the woman took turns.
Somehow the tears could not be held, finally the clear water droplets dripped rapidly.
"From now on I will revoke your power in this office! you just work somewhere else!" Diana screamed stifled.
"Don't expect me to make your life calm Di," after finishing slapping the two suspects again, Diana stepped out and closed the door loudly.
"Diana wait!" mr. D chased after his wife but his secretary pulled his arm to stop his steps.
"Wear your clothes! I'll come out as if nothing happened," the secretary tidied up her appearance and came out as if nothing had happened.
Mr. D wears clothes in a hurry. He then ran after his wife. All the employees looked at them with question mark gazes.
"Diana baby, wait for me!" mr. D pulled his wife's arm.
After running fast he was finally able to grab his wife's body.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I had to do it! since I was single I was not enough with just one woman. I'm sorry!" mr. D hugged his wife tightly.
They hugged in the company lobby. Thankfully, it was not a break. Employees who pass by are just a few.
"Go you! leave us! you don't have to go back home!" Diana broke away from her husband.
"No, I don't want to leave you! I love you Diana," Mr. D seduced his wife.
"You only want my parents' possessions, no more D's," Diana ran out and got into her car. The driver immediately started the engine of the vehicle after getting an order from his employer.
"Sir, we go to Om Anwar's house!" ask Diana.
"Alright Madam!" the driver turned the direction according to instructions from his employer.
While Mr. D ran to the parking lot and reached into his suit pocket. He pulled out the key and was about to catch up with Diana.
They were chasing in the streets, but Mr. D still could not herd Diana's car.
The car horn is unpretentious due to the reckless actions of Mr. D. Now they have gone hand in hand, but in front of him there is a large container-laden vehicle. Mr. D maneuvered to keep the large vehicle from crashing into his car. But unfortunately fateful, Diana's driver who braked suddenly because of surprise was directly hit by a container truck earlier. The car was thrown by the roadside. The car was upside down and there was a spark. Everyone panicked and tried to contact the police. Mr. D who hit the road barrier can only be pensive to see the vehicle in which there is the wife and mother of his child.
"No, Diana!" I looked up while opening the car door that was broken.
However, the explosion of the car that occurred disbanded his business. He was glued to his place after successfully opening the car door.
His face implied deep sadness. He did not expect the marriage that was in his path after so long finally had to end at that very moment because his wife was gone.
"Diana... Diana," Mr. D is like a daze calling his wife's name.
"No, it's all because I'm after him," Mr. D patted his head repeatedly.
Mr. D felt guilty, he would never be able to forgive himself. While on the streets began to be crowded because of the crowd who wanted to know what happened.
Behind him was a clap of hands. Mr. D turned his head and was surprised that he was....
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