NOT A LOYAL MAN

Episode 19: Not the rich man Pov Tiara

I was really hurt, destroyed my body and my pride. Auntie Tika wife Om Pram kekosku, I was slapped, grabbed, cursed out all his vows to me.

I'm ashamed to be so embarrassed, nobody helped me, I was just a spectacle. Some even recorded the incident, it felt like they just wanted to die.

I could only cry out for myself, Om Pram who I hoped defended me against could stare helplessly, and more painful it turns out Om Pram is not a rich man all his property belongs to his wife.

Already fallen down the stairs anyway, the news of the collision was viral on social media my account was blasphemed by netizens with scathing comments.

[Beautiful-beautiful actor]

[Oh Allah.The palakor still stinks].

[Cabein aka*****nya]

[Emang has not done well yet ? to be the mistress of a husband?]

[If I were his wife I would mutilate it!]

[Entertain to the tiger ! let it be ripped apart by the face of the devil]

[Female gatel kayak is scratch with grater ! let's be satisfied with the scratch !"

And there are many more blasphemy words to me, O god of their evil, let me be the actor but I am also a human who has a heart and feelings.

This affair is not entirely my fault, but there is a share of Om Pram too, he who continues to chase me, seduce me and shower me with expensive gifts who is not tempted ? until I fell in his arms.

Om Pram is already married but do not blame if you have more than one ? after all, Tika's aunt was also wrong because she could not satisfy Om Pras.

Have a husband is guarded, dear so as not to float taken by people. If the husband has turned on another woman just fires a beard.

I cry as much as Vira, she's my only friend, my friend shared sadly.

"Yes so risky to be a sugar baby, if caught ya beaten all out"

"But I'm ashamed of Vir" I said as I cried as I pleased.

"It's okay, you're sick at least long after the news disappears on its own" Vira said.

My sobs stopped when Yudha came in with a butek face, she stared at me.

"How true is that viral video you ?" yudha asked with reddened eyes, I nodded my head.

"Is that your lowest ? where is your pride ? what did you think of me all this time ?"

Yudha's question I answered only with tears. I honestly love Yudha but I also need Om Pram to meet the demands of my lifestyle.

"Tiara maybe we should end this, I can't.I'm sorry..." Yudha's words were floating, the pain in my chest was more agonizing, complete already my suffering, losing the gold mine and the adoration of my heart simultaneously.

But it didn't last long a few weeks after the incident, I met Mas Hari accidentally when his car nudged the motorbike I was driving, at that time I was not focused because I was still thinking about the incident.

Mas Hari is a handsome-looking person who is friendly and humorous, making me slowly forget about Om Pram and Yudha.

The more days our relationship became more intense, briefly said we finally established a relationship, even though I knew he was married I still serve him.

The day is not too rich but, I can feel he is not royal like Om Pram who often gives me gifts, he just often invites me to eat out about where I choose.

I think the property owned is the result of his hard work, it turns out to have all his wives, uff for the second time I was fooled by the appearance of men.

I'm already married to Hari, now she works as an on line taxi driver. Actually I'm ashamed to cook this beautiful Tiara as the wife of a taxi driver, what my friends say later.

Our marriage of a lifetime of corn is colored by quarrels every day, the root of the problem especially if not money. A day's income can only be enough to live a simple life.

Where I want to, I'm used to living well with Om Pram obviously objecting to a simple lifestyle.

"Patience the deck.The name of my regime, whatever we should be grateful for is important still there we eat" said Hari in a clear tone.

"Patience ! patience ! you think buying skin care can use patience ? you think shopping in the Mall can take patience ? think dong Mas.gimana how to get more money" racauku beat Iwa K raper.

"I've tried" he said in self-defense.

"Less !" ketus.

And the peak of our argument was when I asked to be lectured, Hari refused on the grounds that I was afraid to be approached by another man. That's the reason he was, but he didn't really have the money to pay for my college.

Kere base, the house is still contracted if he is rich I must have bought the house.

Hate me the same day.

I ran away from home, I went to my friend's house at High School, Diani her name is nerd the only friend of mine who never humbled me.

It turns out Diani was in college in the city next door, there lived with her mother in her father's official house.

Diani's house is empty only her father is finishing his business in this city. Diani's dad was so nice to me that he let me stay in that house.

Om Pras Diani's father, every weekend back home for business matters,

sometimes Diani and her mother come along too.

Om Pras is a foreign company official who works with PLN, therefore Om Pras salary is great.

Om Pras is good, caring and gentle makes me feel comfortable, he is not the type of man from the collision like Hari. His nature and money of course, made me willingly surrender myself.

Be now that I sugar the baby Om Pram, we are in a relationship without the knowledge of Diani and her Mama of course.

Om Pram is very protective of his reputation, he does not want to be a gossip because in this environment Om Pram is known as a public figure.

that's why I was transferred to another Om Pram house, a house that has not been purchased for a long time is located in an elite area. In this cluster foreigners should not carelessly enter.

Om Pram is really keeping me safe, she said women as beautiful as I have to be guarded like diamonds so as not to be scratched. I really do float.

I've forgotten Hari, I've forgotten my status as a wife, I don't want Om Pram to know that I'm married to another man.

Yang Om Pram knew I was his friend Diani his daughter, and I had to be protected from being chased by a man who was obsessed with me. I'm smart, right ? smart to lie.

Seriate....

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