My Belittle Husband

ATM HUSBAND

My name is Swastamita, a beautiful name isn't it? Yeah, yeah, of course.

The father who gave the beautiful name was, of course, a beautiful name and a beautiful and charming physique made it easy to conquer many men.

Including Mas Fakhri first, ah stupid me, if you know Mas Fakhri will be this successful, I will not go to marry with Johan who is rich but rude.

Thank God, now he is paralyzed and cannot abuse me and be rude to me.

I was in a taxi, because of Mas Fakhri's wife, I failed to seduce Mas Fakhri.

I never expected to see Mas Fakhri back, because for so many years I left Mas Fakhri after marrying Johan

Cruel indeed, but at that time the Fakhri family business was declining, poverty overshadowed the family, while Fakhri at that time was also not successful with his small business.

Of course, I don't want to be taken to a hard life, I'd better go with a richer man.

My husband was so loyal to whatever money I asked for he must have given me, although temperament and like to hit him sometimes make me sick.

Father's business is also now more advanced and rapid, I am not too worried if divorced by Johan but still, I will demand a lot of gono gini treasure for my audience all this time.

Ah, Mas Fakhri take it easy, Mas. I'll come back to you, I'm sure you still love me a lot Mas, I won't let a woman like that be your wife.

Along the way to the house, I just fell silent contemplating the sweet times while still dating Mas Fakhri.

Johan's? Let it be, that man I don't need to take care of because there's a nun I paid to take care of Johan.

It's sweet to be thrown away, like that's what I'm doing with Johan. Who's wrong, used to be so rude to me so now's the payoff.

"In a moment, again until Ma'am."

I just glanced at the driver in front, probably knowing I was daydreaming all the way home.

"okay."

Then the luxurious and magnificent house has now been seen from the glass taxi, after the car stopped, I went down and paid according to the taxi argo shown in the car.

I dabbled on the waist staring at the luxurious house that now looms like this mansion.

Luxury indeed, but if I myself keep this house with Mas Fakhri and not the paralyzed Johan.

The security guard who had opened the gate now closed it back and locked it, with no intention of making small talk to the lowly employee, I passed into the house.

Yeah, im back home.

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After returning from Mas Fakhri's shop with a feeling of annoyance, I went home.

"Mita! Where are you from!?"

I turned the lazy eyeball, then without answering, I sat on the sofa chair while crossing my legs.

"Not to be noisy, you. Have lost the function of walking now change the mouth that does not stop noisy."

"God! Don't be rude, you! I know what you're doing out there, don't think I don't dare to be rude!"

I looked at Johan cynically, a man who for several years has held the status of my husband, ah more precisely my husband.

"And you think I'm scared."

"Don't forget you, you live well here because of whom!"

I shrugged my shoulders indifferently.

"Bodo time, according to your promise first on the stamp duty, you will not be able to divorce me," said Jumawa.

Johan chuckles.

I glared, you cripple, still dare he threaten me.

Tired of seeing the face of the man who used to make me turn away from Mas Fakhri, I took a quick step into my own room.

"Hey Mita! Damn you, I haven't finished talking!" Johan's shout was just me thinking of the wind.

Rich is free to be paralyzed. Huh, basic!

Yes, me and Johan have been separated from the bed since a few months ago, exactly when Johan knew I was just using his property to live a good life.

Then, not long after Johan was paralyzed, although rich, still Johan could not buy the health of his feet that were already in nothing even though surgery though.

Slamming the door hard, I collapsed on the bed. The tiredness of having to keep fighting with Johan makes me even more sick of living in this luxurious house.

"Ck, it's a pity that Mas Fakhri is very difficult in pepet, it looks like the fat and ugly woman managed to take the heart of Mas Fakhri."

Like there is a sense of unwillingness in the heart, but my fault also used to leave him, if he knew he would be successful as now of course I would prefer Mas Fakhri who was handsome and handsome.

Unlike Johan who is now paralyzed and useless, it makes me sick of constantly seeing him in a wheelchair.

"Ah, Mas Fakhri, Mita kangen."

I opened the phone, then sent a chat via whatsapp to Mas Fakhri, although often ignored of course a Mita will not give up.

Send.

Hopefully, Mas Fakhri will reply to my chat, it's good, Mas Fakhri was so in love with me that he ignored the ban on my grandmother who may now be more fierce if I meet with me because I left her son.

I'm not willing, if Mas Fakhri loves another woman, just look at Auren, I'll get Mas Fakhri back on my knees and until then, come on, then the paralyzed husband I will immediately throw after taking a large treasure gono-gini.

Ting.

I cheered happily! Finally Mas Fakhri reply quickly chat from me.

Of course, finally, Mas Fakhri realized that Fakhri was nothing with me who was beautiful and sexy.

I quickly opened the chat with a happy feeling.

I frowned after reading the reply chat from Mas Fakhri.

[Freely beautiful if only used to tempt men who have married]

Anger bubbled in my chest, you son of a bitch! This must be Auren's job, you son of a bitch.

"Ck, I can't be this!"

I puffed up the phone on the bed, then walked back and forth thinking about how to pick up Mas Fakhri as soon as possible from Auren.

Ahah! And a sneaky idea flashed in his head.

"Look at Auren, I'll get Mas Fakhri by any means."

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