Not my Husband

Crocodile Skin

Andres sighed harshly, following Sazi at every step. The room is quite large, designed specifically for high-class parties. Glass cups are arranged like pyramids. Buffett's dishes captivate the eye.

The young man gave a rough breath. Easy enough to actually keep an eye on Sazi, not many people are after him.

But Rion? High IQ young man with thick wallet. I don't know what was in his strange mind until he left Spain. He risked his life for a woman.

There are many women in this world. If Rion wanted to, Hikaru could drag and throw any woman onto his emperor bed. It's crazy, if Rion chases a woman to the ground. What is the charm of Sazi?

Nothing, less body shape for Andres. Unlike Belinda, the front and back are challenging. If he becomes Rion, he would probably prefer to give orders to Hikaru, throwing Belinda in his bed.

But he is not Rion, wait.why Andres so imagine Belinda's body, imagining himself as rich as Rion. No, no, he must have a girlfriend immediately, then marry another woman, other than Belinda.

Andres again sighed, what exactly is the charm of a Sazi. What makes Rion so fond of him?

Meanwhile, on the second floor where the party was taking place, a young man was wearing his suit. Come without an invitation, observe all the things that happened on the first floor while drinking a cocktail.

No one noticed and noticed it. A beautiful young man who was silent alone.

"Can you join a drink together?" a beautiful woman, dressed in elite clothes, approached him.

The beautiful young man smiled, showed his ring finger, showed his wedding ring."I'm here with my wife, I don't want her to misunderstand me..."

"Sorry.." the woman bowed then smiled gracefully, walked away leaving him.

The young man again focused on looking towards the first floor. Like an eagle that can only fly in the sky stalking its prey.

***

Sazi sighed, it was expected by him that he would be ignored by everyone. Some people glanced at him and sneered at him as an ungodly child who did not get the slightest inheritance from his late father.

Alexa's mouth is always blabbering to herd assumptions, making bad news spread like a fire for 5 years. Exactly from the moment Sazi entered the mental hospital.

Why should I do it? Wouldn't the depressed Sazi be able to stand up to Alexa?

Of course because many of the late friends of Herry pityed on Sazi, who did not get any inheritance from his father, as well as divorced on the first night. Blame Alexa and Fredric, as the people who get all the benefits.

However, inciting bad news will lead to public opinion. An opinion that grows like reality. What opinion do you mean? Spreading the word, Sazi never paid any respect to his father and mother. Even those who cared for the late Herry when sick were only Alexa and Frederic.

A really beautiful opinion, plus a little spice. Sazi, who often had fun with men at the club's pregnant nights out of wedlock, was later caught aborting his own son. Dave divorced her the first night.

The mouth of those who believe and spread a lie is like a pleasure to them. Knowing how low others are, without investigating the truth of their speech.

"No shame..."

"Why did he come back, instead of having him expelled..."

"It's Sazi, right? Unlike Alexa her cousin who became a career woman with the position of Director. He's been unemployed, painting all day, even what I heard was a mental hospital resident,"

Those are the words people say in whispers. The words he heard were vague. The woman's hands trembled, her tears almost flowing, holding her wedding ring which became a pendulum necklace.

There are still people who love me, I am a noble and useful person. Rion is still there for him, that's what makes him mentally able to survive. Not like the old days, who only have Dini, Alexa, Dave and Fredric. Getting scorn from the people in the street as the painter he chose.

He is not a useless person as said by those around him who dictate it. To be, what they call a great career woman like Alexa. Five years ago, when he was a painter in a small gallery with a small income, while Alexa worked in a company owned by the late Herry.

Perhaps Rion was like a savior to Sazi, giving him love and confidence. Until you can make a career in accordance with the field, without thinking about the opinions of others.

Being in his comfort zone without fear of scorn. The woman suddenly smiled, she was not a useless Sazi woman, divorced on her first night.

She remains Sazi, the wife of Rion. Galerie owners in some countries, independent women known as talented young painters. That is what is now in his heart, more able to look up to himself. Heedless of the scorn that blasphemed him.

Sazi tried to smile, approaching the wife of a director who had worked in his father's company before he was born. Erika, that was her name, an aged woman in fashionable clothes.

"Auntie.." he looked down a little.

Erika sighed harshly, reluctant to interact with the woman who already had a bad name in these socialites."Aunty? Call me madam..."

Sazi knitted his forehead, mistress is indeed a common call abroad. Like her, Miss Rion (Mrs. Rion), but in Indonesia, the mistress calls for a person of higher status. Probably like a servant to his master.

Sazi sighed as if he were still living in Spain."Madam Jaka Sisto Mangun Dirjo Kusumonegoro Condrodiningrat (husband name Erika)" he said again.

Some of the socialite mothers there held back their laughter. Remembering the name of Erika's husband that is so preserving the local culture.

Erika clenched her forehead irritated."Call lady Erika!!" emphatically.

"But according to the international call, the lady's nickname or mistress wins followed by the husband's name, right? But if in the village culture, the mistress was followed by her own name.." plain words from the mouth of Sazi, but pierced so deep like a bamboo spear from Indonesian soldiers to face the invaders.

The mostly middle-aged socialite laughed. Even cheering, laughing at Erika who might lose a fight against a former mental hospital patient.

Erika nibbled her own temple, trying to be patient and relented before she was even more embarrassed."Just call auntie." she said.

Why not just now .. Inner Sazi tried to keep smiling.

"Auntie, we weren't so familiar when I was alive. So I want to repeat everything." she reached out.

Erika averted her gaze as if unconcerned as if the words from Sazi were the past wind.

Alexa, who saw everything approaching, wanted to humiliate her."Sazi, you'd better talk to the waiter, if Erika's aunt won't talk to you." she said.

"Aunt Erika was just still amazed at the dress I was wearing, wasn't she an aunt?" the words that came out of Sazi's mouth, were full of shameless smiles. Then it approached Erika whispering to her, "Auntie, I visited Europe a few months ago. Buy a Chanel bag with genuine white crocodile leather material. Special gifts for aunt..."

Erika suddenly rounded her smiling eyes, hugging Sazi kissing her right and left cheeks."Sazi you're a big man? The more beautiful .." The words from her mouth seemed so familiar.

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