My wife Kumel

Chapter 1 The Loss of Dodi

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At that time where I had to give salary money to my wife, the nominal I gave about 5 million.

Actually I want to give this money to him to buy clothes and to the salon, and also buy a mak-up tool.

I don't want people to look at my unkempt wife, that she is the one who was blamed for giving me not enough money.

I immediately called my beloved wife with the word mamah, because we had been blessed with a handsome son, named Dodi.

"Well," I cried out to his beloved wife, in a rather high tone. Don't know why? Lately it's become a little more fizzy, and less passionate.

"Dad pah." Seen a figure of a woman running hard-nosed hear my screams, I who called from earlier as if annoyed at him.

"A long time anyway?" my words snorted in annoyance, staring intently at his face. I saw him just looking down not looking at my face, as if he knew I was upset.

"Sorry, pah, ta-di."

Soon this mouth cut off his stammering talk.

"Ah, that's it, many reasons, whether you're doing it."

My tone is getting higher seeing the woman who became my wife so kumel and decil, it feels lazy to see her always look like mothers, unlike before, when she was first married, graceful.

Who always looks beautiful in front of her husband, wearing charming dres, and clothes that look neat.

Much different than the present.

I see the look on his face that is getting faded more and more, making this self more tasteless. What's with the change now?

"Well, this is papah pay, 5 million for a month, don't forget to take care of your face, buy clothes, equipment mak-up, sick of seeing you slum so." my words passed away leaving the woman who 4 years of living the household ship.

I wonder with Ami she as a wife what the hell is work well, just take care of 1 child ko difficult very, let alone her appearance is not worth showing.

That's how every word I say when I want to go to the office, I don't know what this self is lacking, the money I have given, not to mention that time had intended to find a maid, but he did not want to.

Akh, Ami, what's wrong with you, 5 million dollars is still lacking, until you can't take care of yourself.

Though all the electricity costs and installments I've paid, and the rest for him to take care of himself.

My mouth keeps on blabbing while driving a car. Tired, every morning should babble by commenting on his appearance. I tried to give my best for him but what a result, he seemed to ignore my words.

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Arriving at the office.

My footsteps seemed to have no taste in sticking to the place where I worked.

"Eh, Mr Rudi, good morning?" Sapa the figure of a woman who is a body said people in the office, she was always nicknamed the office queen, because her body, which is so charming, her name is Sisi.

"Oh, yeah, morning too!" I answered without looking at her, towards her face. Ever since this morning, it's made me feel free to work.

I was furious to see the woman named Sisi, I don't know in my eyes in unattractive as the office people say.

Especially with a style that is so insignificant, not to mention clothes that are so tight accentuate the breasts are so large.

"Eh bego, dreamy aja loe," said my friend Luky who just nongol.

"What the hell loe," I replied a little annoyed.

"Why the hell are you? get angry!" he said curious, not forgetting the typical seyum that slightly irritated people.

"Ah, kepo." I replied her words flatly, without turning a single bit towards her.

I heard Dodi say a little." I am Rudi with PMS well, sensi bener"

I walked to the table where I worked. The files piled up like a mountain that was beginning to collapse, I who continued to babble like without a dot and a coma, involuntarily said.

The work piled up is not endless, the wife at home instead of being the spirit even make a waste.

I clap this dizzy head thinking about the beloved wife at home, why she became like that.

"Hay, Mr Rudi?" The other side was already in front of me.

He stood up while carrying the office files that would be handed to me, he looked sweet, thin lips combined with red blushing lipstick, make the heart more tired to see women who dress up menor like that.

Not that the heart is beating fast even the veins of the hand that is ready to clench, meniju his sexy lips. Let it look fluffy.

"When have you been here?" I stared at the woman in front of me. Indeed, she is beautiful, but her beauty is too excessive, in terms of makeup that menor and protrude.

"Oh, father, ko ketus rowh anyway." he replied while embracing my shoulder.

I shuddered in horror as he grabbed my shoulder, as if a flea would nest in my hair.

"Take it off, get out, and just put the file on the table." I cried out in annoyance, because of his increasingly insolent behavior.

He left waving, sticking out his tongue, a seductive woman.

I don't know since when the woman stuck out her tongue like a venomous snake. Which will catch its prey.

I wanted to throw her face with this vase of flowers in front of me.

Just now the woman had left, My HP was wrong, a message reading My wife.

When the screen that I opened, I was struck by the contents of the message that read.

[Pah Dodi says]

It's no play I was surprised by a message from my wife that my son Dodi was missing.

My jawline started to go outside.

Because of panic I immediately rushed home, and did not finish the work that piled up, let it be, most importantly my son.

Wh why? Ami was so careless, taking care of only one child.

"Eh, you want kamana Rud."

I heard the screams of my best friend, calling.

However, I ignored because in my mind I remembered my son, what if Dodi did not meet.

I could have died lice made by my wife.

Immediately I plugged the gas car, by carrying a high-speed car without turning to the left right, my heart was already troubled to hear that my only son was missing.

Look Ami, I'm not gonna stay quiet if Dodi doesn't meet I won't forgive you.

Damn on the road really makes me frustrated, stuck again.

Son, I hope you meet your mother soon, son.

I'll call Ami soon, but there's no answer.

Why not pick up anyway, you why the Am.

Park the car in front of the house.

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