My Choice of Woman

Episode 190's

Episode 190: Ray's Coat

Inspiration feels a lot more comfortable than it was a few minutes ago. He pinned his back to the steering wheel, then he designed his phone and read what was written from Anneline. There was only a number and address of the inn not far from where he lived.

“I've never been afraid of your threats, Ann. Never expect me to come.”

Suddenly the car door opened. Farah gasped inside making Ilham gasp. Turns out my wife, I think Anneline's coming back.

Farah smiled at her husband. “Sorry a little while, surely I've been waiting for me from earlier.”

Inspiration is just smiling. He arranged himself to be as calm as possible like nothing had happened. He glanced at the man's suit worn by his wife.

Farah looked at her husband's face. Something was strange, then he touched the forehead of Ilham. “Mas is sick? Mas cold sweat and a little pale.”

“Eh! Notwithstanding. Maybe just a little dizzy.” Ilham hurriedly pocketed his phone. He didn't want Farah to play his cell phone spontaneously.

“Oh so.”

“That's a suit from whom?” Inspiration asked to switch the conversation.

“Jas belongs to Ray. But don't get me wrong.” Farah was afraid that her husband would be angry. “So I had a chance to meet with Ray and Brother Sasmita near this parking lot. Ray gave his suit to cover this stain.” Farah opened the suit she was wearing. Seen spotting stains and some are still wet in the gamisnya.

“Your Thursday can be like that?”

“So I got a disaster, Mas. There was a waiter carrying an order of iced tea, he fell and I sat not far from him. Yeah! I'm like an iced tea bath.” Farah explained.

“Should wear Ray's suit, yes?” tanya Ilham pitched cynical. He started the car and drove it out of the parking lot.

Farah felt that her husband's question contained jealousy. “No, it's just that Ray wants to help me. Walking in the middle of many people in this kind of clothes was somewhat inappropriate. Besides Sasmita sister also allows, later after we go home I will return it to the owner.”

Inspiration breathed a rough breath until it was heard by his wife. He did this on purpose so that Farah would know how upset she was to the man named Ray. He believes Sasmita will not dare

“Mas angry huh? I told you, Ray just wanted to help me. No more and no less. Please believe.” Farah could not stand her husband's overprotective attitude. He feels a little constrained when it comes to the opposite sex especially with Ray.

“If you ask like that, it means it is clear right? Which husband is not angry when another man is very caring with his wife?” Ilham grunted in annoyance. He drove the car faster, making Farah have to hold the seatbelt tight.

After passing through a thrilling state, they reached home. Ilham slammed the car door as his anger continued. Farah was still patient, she did not want to argue in front of the house.

Inspiration does not ignore his wife. He knew Farah had wiped away his tears. Like I was a little bit outrageous.

Farah fell silent. He went into the bathroom to clean himself, his body was sticky because of the iced tea water that contained sugar. After a few minutes, he came out and chose a prettier robe.

When he put a brooch in his veil. Inspiration was still staring with a piercing look. “I hope you are not close to Ray.”

“Can we not argue his kindness?” Farah sat in front of her dressing table. He still fixed the location of the butterfly-shaped brooch.

“I want to ask Mas. If Mas is close to other women, can I get angry like that?”

Like a loud slap, Ilham fell silent. Instantly his head was ringing with Anneline's words. Hypocritical and full of lies, that's who you are!

“Why are you asking that?” Inspiration answers questions by throwing questions.

Farah who had been upset earlier finally got up and walked towards the frame of her room door. “Let me get revenge! It's not fair that I'm the only one who gets this kind of treatment!”

Inspiration knew Farah's words were a complaint, not anger. He realized that all this time, he had a lot of restraining his wife, especially regarding Ray. “Sorry, I forbid you too much. You have the right to scold if I'm wrong.”

Farah shook her head. She immediately embraced Ilham, burying her face into her husband's chest. “Do not limit what I do if it is still in a reasonable state. I was always open, never hiding anything from Mas. So Mas Ilham must believe in me.”

“Iya.” Inspiration rubbed his wife's back to provide comfort. “Sorry yes, if I am often angry.”

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Anneline just returned to the food booth, Kinanti was still there busy with her own phone. “Sorry if it's a bit old.”

Kinanti looked at Anneline. “Uh! Finally, Brother Anneline came. I was worried because my phone was off. Afraid if stray.”

Anneline shakes. He continued to eat the bricks he had ordered. “Farah where?” He spread his gaze in all directions looking for the woman who had taken his lover.

“He's home, Brother. He had a small accident. The waiter who brought drinks, tripped his feet and fell to the drink he carried spilled on Farah's shirt.” Kinanti explained at length.

“Oh.” Anneline just oozed and then continued eating. He looked at Kinanti who was still busy with her phone. “From sister-in-law yes?”

Kinanti. He called Naresh. That guy is super busy. Not only his company that lost its CEO tragically, Sirena who had been close to Naresh was found dead in his factory. The difficult situation is even more so when rumors are spread that are processed by people who want to drop so much speculation that whack the position of Narehs at this time.

“Maybe Naresh won't be home anytime soon,” said Kinanti.

“I believe, if sister-in-law can solve the problem that is happening.” Anneline rubbed Kinanti's back. “We'll just wait, Kinan.”

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