Mr. ARROGANT(I FOUND LOVE IN MY BOW)

CRIME RISK IS BROKEN

Nadine and Zain walk into her apartment, they pass through the lobby to the elevator. Now they were inside the iron box that went up to the 11th floor.

"Not a lot of money, you can buy your own house."

"Not really, just a little house gift from Mr. Iqbal."

"Say I buy my own house." Nadine blinks her lips.

"Yes, I chose. Mr. Iqbal paid." Zain chuckles.

They continued to walk through the corridor to the right and left, with the door facing each other while talking, as they both turned at the intersection of the corridor, Nadine catches Riska entering the apartment door right in front of her husband's private apartment. His heart was angry, jealous and hurt. Zain could have an apartment with that cheap woman. Did Zain and the woman still have a forbidden relationship? Who's the lady? Why did Zain marry Nadine after screwing that woman?... Bad thoughts continued to rage in Nadine's mind, not wanting to linger guessing, Nadine decided to ask for a definite answer from Zain when she arrived at her apartment.

Zain walked into the apartment, Nadine still following him. After Zain threw his butt on the sofa, Nadine let out a deep sigh. Trying to calm the turmoil that was fighting in his heart. Between forgiving Zain's past and leaving Zain if they both still have a relationship.

"Let's go..." Zain patted the sofa right next to him and then pulled the hand of Nadine who was still standing, until sitting next to him.

"Who is that woman, brother?..." Nadine asked with eyes that had condensed, her breathing felt tight waiting for an answer from Zain.

"Who do you mean?." asked Zain and kissed Nadine's lips.

"The woman who was in the apartment in front of my sister." Nadine went into more detail after pushing her husband's chest to remove the link of their lips.

"Riska?..." Zain asked to be sure, his hands were still busy teasing Nadine.

"Sister is still related to him?..." His heart ached when he remembered how Zain and Riska slept in one bed without wearing clothes.

"Our relationship is long over." Zain replied lightly, Nadine held her husband's chest down as she was about to kiss Nadine again.

"It could be, brother, you both live in the same apartment, facing each other again."

"Then what's the problem?.." replied Zain so casually. Nadine immediately brushed off Zain's hand. An angry Nadine, after sleeping with the woman, living in the same apartment and facing each other, still asks what is the problem? You insensitive husband.

"If you are still in contact with him, divorce me right then" said Nadine rose from the sofa.

"What are you talking about?... If you talk, don't be so careless." Zain's jolt is ignited by Nadine's words.

The circle of tears that he had been holding back had finally slid as well, jealousy seeping into his heart, torturing his mind. Zain was beating him.

"Enak ya if you are a guy, abis kumpul kebo can still relax like nothing happens."

"Nadine, why are you?... Why are you suddenly talking about being slurred everywhere." Zain stood up and held onto Nadine's shoulders, trying to be calm, facing his wife who was sulking indistinctly.

"How many women have you slept with?..." Zain pushed Nadine's body down on the couch. Overthrowing him and*******exhausted lips that spoke as bitter as gall, Zain kissed him brutally as if cleaning his wife's spicy mouth. His fingers squeezed Nadine's fingers until her knuckles turned white, as if Zain was squeezing all the emotions and heartache of the wife's humiliation.

"Fix your vocabulary to your husband" Zain said after removing their lip link. Tears are increasingly pouring, jealousy, fear of loss and heartache blend into one. Imagining Zain playing behind Nadine makes her heart wound even more gaping, what else when imagining Zain and Riska meeting in the same apartment every day. Like a wet wound even sprinkled with salt.

"I asked, how many women are you sleeping with?." apparently Nadine was still angry.

"By Allah you are the only woman I sleep with. I never wanted to harass women because I was afraid that someone would also harass my missing sister" Zain said angrily, every time Miranda remembers her heart always hurts especially with Nadine who suddenly asked for a divorce for no reason.

"Even, hypocrite. Still ngeles. With my own eyes, I saw you sleeping one bed naked with that woman. And now still evasive."

"If you're dreaming don't take it in the real world." Zain shouted no less upset.

"It's not your wits to be able to get away from me, right, so you can go back to your ex-lover" said Zain softly, with a look for the truth. Nadine stopped her steps because she was offended by Zain's remarks.

"What kind of woman do you think I am?..." Nadine looked at Zain with a cynical look.

"So angry, let alone me you accuse of screwing a lot of women."

Nadine did not answer, she was lazy to argue with her husband.

"Where are you going?..." Zain pulls Nadine's wrist.

"It's none of your business."

"I'm your husband, Nadine."

"What kind of husband?... Husband nose striped. I know wrong, not sorry, but I still do. You're a shitty husband, ALIVE AGAIN."

"If I die, you will be a widow...Huuuufffhhh." Zain's inner self then let out a long sigh and exhaled violently. Zain tried to be wise to face ABG labile, although Nadine was still a teenager, her soul was still turbulent. Zain pulled Nadine into his arms.

"Ok, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been rude to you. But why are you suddenly angry and you accuse me of sleeping with a lot of women. I admit, I like to fuck you, but it's just you. There's nothing else." Zain should have been calm since, not angry. Because he was so soluble in emotion over his wife's insults that Zain could not control himself.

"Well, I see for myself with my eyes, you're the same woman who sleeps without clothes. I knew I was found out, I still did. Or maybe you are still in touch, the proof is that your apartment is facing. If you dare to fuck that woman, why did you marry me?... What is the real purpose of my sister?... Or maybe, she's your wife too?..." Nadine cried even more with all her prejudices.

"Dizziness in my head heard your obscure rant. I've never fucked any woman except you. How do I make you believe." Zain gently rubbed Nadine's head, released his embrace and removed the water that was flooding Nadine's cheeks.

"I saw for myself, just as I picked up my bag that was left here." Nadine pointed to the sofa where her bag was perched. "I keep seeing you sleeping with that woman over there. You two don't wear clothes. Brother hugged him from behind. What are you guys doing?... It's impossible to just play TTS doang." then Nadine pointed to Zain's room.

"Huuuufffhhh, means fitting on your birthday." Zain sighed again and asked. Nadine nodded. Zain wiped away the tear from Nadine's face and kissed her forehead."Oh baby, don't cry anymore. I'm sorry for being rude to you. Instead of us arguing, better prove what you're saying right on CCTV."

"This apartment has CCTV?..." Nadine asked in a calmer tone after Zain had been gentle with her. Yes, that's a woman, if in kasari it will get rougher.

"There, except the bedroom and the bathroom. Come here." Come here." Zain pulled Nadine's waist so that their bodies were not spaced apart, the air did not have a gap to separate them.

Zain took out his HP from his pants pocket. Open the application that connects CCTV footage through the phone.

Zain saw Riska enter the room within a few minutes, then exit the room to the entrance of his apartment and unlock it. But Riska shut her out and eavesdropped behind the door. Zain still did not understand why Riska was out of her apartment and who was at the door.

A second later, Riska ran to the living room sofa and poured medicine on a handkerchief. As fast as lightning Riska entered Zain's room. Zain still did not understand what Riska did in the room without CCTV. Big guess Zain, maybe Riska is drugging him. Shortly thereafter Nadine walked into her apartment and walked to the sofa to pick up her bag.

Nadine stepped into the room and cried bitterly in front of Zain's room. Zain clenched his hands, his molars hardened, his emotions overflowing at the CCTV footage. Zain looked at Nadine sharply.

"Why don't you tell me this."

"Sister, I'm sorry I misunderstood." Nadine felt guilty.

"What do you see in that room." Nadine looked doubtful, seeing the look on Zain's already red face holding back anger. Nadine was afraid that her husband would harm Riska.

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