My Belittle Husband

TENSE CHAT

Mas Fakhri just entered at a glance at Mita with a dislike gaze.

"Pak Bambang, Mumpung Bapak is here, before we discuss cooperation it is better we solve the problem of the son of the Father who continues to disturb me" said Mas Fakhri firmly.

I cheered happily as Mas Fakhri approached and rubbed my shoulders gently, calming me who was pretending to be in shock with this state.

Mr. Bambang was seen exhaling tired breath, his old face looked increasingly restless.

Pity to see Mr. Bambang, in his old age it is not calm even have to be dizzy thinking about his daughter who behaves like that.

"Alright, let's get Mr. Fakhri to sort out the problems my son has created."

Mr. Bambang again pulled Mita to sit back, I who saw the face of Mita who sniffed cynically looked back at him with a stupefied look.

Look who will win here.

"Wait a minute, there is another guest who I am waiting for at this time, maybe soon he will come" said Mas Fakhri.

The mother-in-law was seen standing up and walking to the room, probably checking on the sleeping Habib.

The sound of a car entering was heard in front of the house, I was curious to peek through the window glass that was not covered by a curtain.

As it was not very clear, I could only see the figure of a man sitting on an electric wheelchair along with a bodyguard.

I frowned, is that someone Mas Fakhri was waiting for? Who is that man.

The sound of knocking on the door that had been wide open made me more clearly see the face of the man who was now in front of the door.

"Come in, Johan" said Mas Fakhri.

Johan's? Wh who? And since when Mas Fakhri knew the man who looked quite handsome, his appearance showed that he was a sultan aka a rich man.

Hastaga, I'm getting deg, degan. Kulirik Mita who now has a tense face.

Could it be that the man named Johan had something to do with Mita?

"Son Johan."

Mr. Bambang's voice was a little surprised, now Johan has been among us.

"Alright, maybe we can start discussing the behavior of Mita a few days ago with me" said Mas Fakhri.

My mother-in-law went back to the living room because maybe Habib was still sleeping soundly, the child if it was sleepy could be very long.

"This, what the hell, Mas?! Take all Johan here, why are you here!?"

Mita voiced out loud and rough at the man who was now chuckling at Mita's visibly panicked face.

"Mita! You can be silent no! You're not polite to your own husband!" Bentak Mas Fakhri's.

I'm gawking, so.. That handsome, rich-looking man is Mita's husband?

Ah, it was fitting that Mita could leave Mas Fakhri, the male model turned out like this, just deserved to be tempted.

The mother-in-law was also inflamed to see Mita's insolent behavior.

"God! Your mouth never went to school, did it?! This is my son's house anyway, so it's up to him to bring anyone's guests home!"

Mita looks emotional now, her beautiful face that is always polished make up is now red extinguished beat the blouse on that habit both cheeks.

"Don't interfere! What kind of parents do you know?!" Mita screamed back.

I've been dizzy, I want to feel like shouting, but Mas Fakhri's hand has already clasped my hand under the table.

Now, it was Mr. Bambang who acted, not with speech but with a slap on the hard cheek.

Mita's face turned to the left hard, the corner of her lips slightly bleeding.

"Mita! Your late mother never taught you to be like this" said Mr. Bambang in a voice that now sounded sad.

Mita was silent, her mouth tightly clenched without wanting to return her father's words.

Seeing that, of course, made me feel full, my eyes were hot. Remembering the Father who never showed a disappointed face in front of me long ago.

The words that came out of the mouth. Bambang seemed to show a disappointed attitude of a father to his son.

How hurt Mr. Bambang to have to say such a word, the wife who has not been able to educate their daughter well, now must be destroyed with the behavior of Mita like this.

"Sir, sir, let us solve this problem as soon as possible" said Johan who had just been silent and observing.

Mas Fakhri stood up, then asked bodyguard Johan to stand guard near Mita until the problem was over.

"Please, Mita until now I'm still patient with you, please don't make me be rude to you!"

Mita stared in disbelief at Mas Fakhri.

"Mas! What the hell is this? Why me? And the matter of what I do, I just want to take you back from that woman" Mita said gently as she pointed fiercely at me.

"That's enough! Women don't know themselves!" The mother-in-law got up, then pushed Mita back down on the sofa hard and of course almost toppled over.

I shut my mouth, afraid of letting go laughing at Mita's shocked face.

Mas Fakhri of course immediately holds his mother, ck, ck, ck turned out to be my in-laws fierce too if angry.

Maybe also this is a form of impingement Mother-in-law first, seeing her son who slumped because of Mita for years.

Mr. Bambang then asked Mita to sit down and be quiet until this problem is resolved.

"Mita, I want you to listen carefully to what I'm about to say, we ended years ago. And now that I'm happy with my son and wife, please don't bother me by continuing to come and send weird chatter, because even now that I'm held by Auren, we're over, since you left and married Johan, so you better take care and take care of your household," said Mas Fakhri at length.

Mita looks unacceptable, but her mouth is silent, whether it means she understands or maybe now her brain is thinking about something.

"And also I will divorce you here I'm looking at you Mita talak three! Not because of the letter of agreement, you can just as easily. I could sue you but I'd rather forgive you, maybe I'm rude and tempramental but to appreciate your devotion first, I won't take the blame."

"Huh! Divorce from you won't cost me anything! Disabled men like you despite being rich, who would want to not belittle you!"

I heard Mita's words feeling hot, really a crazy woman.

My hand, which has been held since Mas Fakhri, has now landed smoothly on Mita's right cheek with a hard slap.

"This, for your sassy and filthy mouth that intends to snatch people's husbands, and that slap at once wants to remind you that it was you who left Mas Fakhri first!"

After my patience, Mita looks to endure pain, physical injuries not how compared to my feelings that her husband wants to be captured, even with a loud mouth saying that in front of my own face.

Mr. Bambang's eyes reddened, there may be a sense of unwillingness for his son to be treated like that but what would be said, that Mita is clearly wrong here.

Johan seemed to want to say something, then I sat back down so that Johan could convey what he wanted to say.

"And one more Mita, there will be no treasure gono-gini at the trial later, oh yes, business capital for your father first, please return it, please, it can be taken to remember Mr. Bambang who is so good and wants to consider me a ghost without seeing the wealth I have."

Checkmate!

Mita died of lice, her face as pale as without blood flow.

I pity, it's just that it's good to make Mita self-intrope to be better in the future.

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