NOT A LOYAL MAN

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Tiara Pov.

 Being a sugar baby is fun, there is no need to play the role of a wife who must serve her husband, prepare her food, wear it, only bed matters are a priority.

But must be willing to hold back lonely, like this time Om Pram came home to his son and wife, while I am here alone, want to go out forbidden Om Pras, the main problem.

It's been almost three months I've been serving the role of a mistress, materially I'm not lacking, but unfortunately I'm thirsty caress, if I used to always have a girlfriend other than sugar dady, to please myself.

But now I don't want to risk it, if Om Pram catches me, I can go back to losing my money tree.

Heri, somehow now, after meeting at the Mall, she sent all my clothes here, out of nowhere she addresses this house.

"Package.." a courier stood in front of my fence.

"Where's the package, sir, I don't feel like I'm ordering anything?" I asked after opening the door.

"From Heri Sutanto Mbak," two suitcases were taken down from the delivery car.

"It's got a letter too Ma'am" the courier handed me a brown envelope.

"Thank you sir."

"Sign here Ma'am" said the courier.

"Thank you" and the courier passed.

I opened the envelope from Hari.

(Tiara bint Fauzy, I Sutanto Day consciously and without coercion, since today I talak you, I talak you, I talak you, I talak you. From now on, there are no rights or obligations anymore)

Briefly dense and clear, without the greetings of the bookkeeper and the cover, perhaps he wrote it with emotion.

Actually I was a little offended, just with a letter he dropped his talaq on me, directly three talak, meaning no intention to refer me again.

Yes, there is Om Pras as a substitute, for what a cool guy like Hari, he goes I do not feel lost at all.

"Ting..tong.." My doorbell rang.

I don't know who's coming, it's Thursday, and Om Pras used to come back here Friday afternoon, and nobody knows I live in this house, and then who's visiting? Mr. Satpam will not let just anyone enter this complex.

"Diani! Aunt Mira!" my knees withered for a moment, looking at the two women standing in front of me.

"Why be surprised?," the usually friendly Diani now turns into a polar bear, cold but terrible.

"Do you want to come here?" I asked trembling.

"This is my father's house, no one can forbid us from coming here, who are you?" Diani barged into the house by pushing me.

"Oh yeah, I forgot, you're my father's mistress" he continued.

I just quietly stood by to see Diani and Aunt Mira sitting casually on the living room sofa.

"I've long suspected that, in recent months my husband has changed a lot, a vague definition, the smell of other women's perfumes when I come home, I smell the scents of infidelity, I feel the smell of love, and I was so surprised when my man found evidence."

"What proof?,"

"Haha...kamu don't pretend to be stupid Tiara, or you are really stupid, to be willing to be the mistress of an old man, when it is your best friend's father? Ex-friend I mean," Diani said successfully silenced my mouth.

"Let's be like Tiara, I don't want any commotion, we're at peace, now you're out of this house, don't try to seduce her again, or you I'm going to jail, you know, on charges of adultery. Remember, I have proof!."

"You can't be arbitrary to me, Om Pras must know, let him choose me or you" I said in self-defense.

"Ha..ha...You think your Prasetyom will choose you? Do you know why he hides you from others? It's because he doesn't want his good name and career to be ruined, you think it's worth more than his career and self-esteem huh?!"

"You're just his lust, nothing more!." I don't feel my tears dripping.

"Now you pack your things from this house, hurry!." Diani banged me with a waistline.

With a careless step I stepped into the room, the place of my dispute with Om Pras for the past three months. Nyesek feels back hit and defeated legitimate wife.

Pupus had been my hope to continue college, back in the day is impossible, home to the Father is also impossible, because living in the village only makes me tormented.

I better strategize, to snare the new prey, the richer of course, I'm still young and beautiful. 

Seriate....