MY SECOND HUSBAND TRICKED ME (TOXCID)

episode 67's

Ningrum took his breath heavily. He turned off his phone even though the operator was still calling him.

What he had just heard made Ningrum unable to say anything.

He had just forgiven Bima, but now He had to accept the fact that Bima pawned a car he just bought. Although the price is only 10 million rupiah, but he also did not know where the money went.

Ningrum felt his head hurt a lot. He felt this really made him need a reference to make his mind to stay sane.

Ningrum moved from his seat. Then get down to the ground floor and drive to his car, then drive to a cafe. He wants to order food. If he experiences badmood, then the innate will eat continuously.

Arriving at the cafe. Ningrum ordered some snacks. Yougurth with a mixture of smoothies as well as fruit salads and also spaghety He ordered at once. He was so eager to restore his very deteriorating mood.

After his order came, he began to chant it. Although he had just finished eating the rice rendang Padang brought by Andini, but immediately he felt hungry again.

Unknowingly a pair of eyes noticed him from another table. Those eyes looked at him meaningfully, and he smiled as he looked at Ningrum's seemingly eating behavior without taking into account his every chew.

The owner of the pair of eyes sipped his orange juice from inside the cup he was holding.

He slowly got up from his seat, and walked over to the table of Ningrum, then sat without excuse to the woman who was in turmoil.

He placed the juice cup on the table, then put his hands in front of his chest.

The figure looked at Ningrum from behind his sunglasses with such a deep gaze, and a faint smile adorned his lips.

"Eat quietly and do not rush" said the figure who made Ningrum only realize if there was someone who had been sitting in front of him.

His confused mind made Ningrum unconscious of the surroundings. Ningrum lifted his head. Look at the figure in front of him.

"Why are you so in such a hurry?" ask that figure again.

Ningrum rolled his eyes lazily.

"It's none of your business!" replied Ningrum who sipped her mango youghurt smoothies.

The figure let out a crisp laugh hearing the ketus answer from Ningrum.

"Is that your response to your friend?" ask the figure so calmly.

Ningrum tried to remember who the owner of the voice was. It seems familiar, but who? His memory is too full of problems created by Bima for him, so he can no longer enter other data and jarus dispose of one of the problems so that his memory can again receive other data.

Although He tried to remember it, He could not find it. Moreover, the figure was wearing sunglasses and also a hat that covered his head.

He looked at the figure in front of him. Stout body with chest field. The nose is thick, and about 189 cm high and the lips thick at the bottom.

Wh who? And that's what he's still trying to remember from the figure in front of him.

"Didn't you remember me?" ask again with a voice that is so special.

"It looks like you have to pay attention to your shoes so as not to make another brand next door let alone the other color before leaving for campus" he said so straightforwardly.

Instantly Ningrum refracted his eyes and mouth agape when he heard the figure in front of him.

Ningrum got up from his seat, then approached the figure, and quickly pulled out the glasses and the figure's hat.

After seeing it clearly, He slapped his wrath on the man's shoulder.

"Gibran..!! Just be curious" nagged Ningrum. Then throw Gibran's glasses and hat just like that on the table and sit back in his chair.

The man chuckled looking at Ningrum's face which looked so irritated.

"Koq, you still remember I was wearing another shoe next to campus" Ningrum asked as he fed his last spaghetty.

"How could I forget, because I was the first to tell you" Gibran replied casually.

Ningrum laughed and heard Gibran's reply. It was the most ludicrous memory of him being the center of attention while crossing the campus corridor.

Not without reason, because the color and brand of shoes are different with very striking.

So that eventually he became the center of attention when crossing the campus corridor to the classroom. At that time Gibran the person who reprimanded him first about his shoes that were different colors and very striking.

Seeing Ningrum laughing loosely, made Gibran expand his smile.

"Only alone?" asked Gibran who had seen Ningrum stop his laughter. Ningrum took his breath in deeply and slammed down on him heavily.

"For want to be alone"

"Then I'm bothering you?"

Ningrum looked at Gibran softly. He didn't know what to say, his heart wasn't okay.

"What are you doing here?" tanya Ningrum.

Gibran looked at the woman in front of him in the shade. His face looked so calm, and was soothing to the view.

"It just so happens that I just came home from the handling of the project, then stopped by this cafe and accidentally saw you here too" replied Gibran honestly.

"How are you?"

"OK, You?" answer Gibran.

Ningrum did not answer him, just ducked and did not want if later Gibra would see the tears he had been holding back would fall.

"Why does your face look bruised?" ask Gibran curiously.

It was impossible to tell Gibran about his household, and this was very embarrassing.

"It's because I wasn't careful and hit the door" Ningrum replied lying.

Gibran stuck out his hand and gently touched the bruise.

Ningrum gasped in surprise when he saw Gibran's impressed treatment suddenly and quickly.

Ningrum quickly shook Gibran's hand "Don't, if anyone sees you and reports to your wife, then it will be a slander" Ningrum said quickly.

Gibran laughed at Ningrum's exaggerated remarks.

"Calm down.. I have been single for a long time. I've been 4 years old with a princess who is now 9 years old" Gibran explained.

Ningrum looked at the man "Where's your wife?" tanya Ningrum was curious. He did not want to hear if his fate was the same as his being abandoned because of the third person.

"He died because he had diabetes which turned out to attack his heart" Gibran said with a face that looked so very sad when telling about his wife.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry"

"Yes.. Thanks"

Then both of them seemed silent and seemed to dissolve in their minds.

A moment Gibran's phone rang and he picked it up. Seems like a very serious conversation.

After that Gibran closed the incoming call.

"May I ask for your phone number?" gibran said calmly.

Ningrum nodded his head, then mentioned his phonsel number and Gibran recorded it.

"I go first, yes" said Gibran bouncing and moving from his chair, then to the cashier pay his order.

For a moment Ningrum felt a little bit of his mood improve, and again struck his order.

Gibran waved his hand and walked out the door. After Gibran's departure, a waiter came and gave a note of the bon if Ningrum's order had been paid by someone.

Ningrum smiled wryly, He knows who did it.