Not the Hope Husband

Impostors

While Viona and Fatir were lying in the same spot, Viona stuck her head on her husband's chest with her pot. Passed tonight at the Hospital.

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At the table of one of the restaurants. A beautiful woman with a broken hairdo, sitting playing her phone from the side came a waiter. Bringing a tray filled with drinks to Rumi's table. But somehow the glass was released from the hand of the waiter and spilled right into Rumi's lap.

"Ah ... wet! very careless to be a servant. Use the eyes instead of the snoring. You know this big guy!" peekkik Rumi while standing looking at the clothes until her skirt is soaked.

"Pardon-sorry, Mom. Sorry, I was accidentally and my hands were slippery" said the passenger, looking down nervously.

"Sorry, sorry your nutmeg. It's good to say sorry after my expensive clothes got wet like this! heh your salary money will not be enough to change my clothes. It's easy to say sorry. Sorry for your bald spot." Rumi left her waist showing her arrogance.

The woman swallowed her saliva. "I didn't mean it, Mom?" then take the put glass back into its tray.

"Basic has no ethics. You know who I am? I want Alon the wife of the owner of this resto." Rumi's voice was so loud.

Another waiter approached. "Sorry what's wrong?" be friendly and look at his friends and customers in turn.

"It's Mbak. She accidentally spilled a drink onto my shirt, look at this wet all-"

"Bu-not intentionally, anyways I've apologized." The waiter defended himself.

The new waiter let out a long sigh with a look at the two he said back and set his gaze on Rumi. "Once again .. do we apologize for this inconvenience? about drinks we will change soon! please sit back quietly."

"It's not about drinking, Ma'am, I can buy everything, the problem is my wet clothes."

The new waiter. Scratching his non-itchy nape. "What do we need to do, ma'am?"

"I'd like to meet the owner of this restaurant, Ma'am." Rumi exclaimed while sitting cross-legged in the style of a big boss.

"Sorry, what's wrong?" staring wonder.

"It's Mr. Dewo's deposit, right? my future husband, tell me to come here right now!" tell Rumi with confidence.

"But, the owner of this restaurant is not the one named Dewo, Ma'am. But sir Front.

"Front? this place Dewo has. Obviously I also planted shares." Rumi was puffed with her opinion. "It has. Just call me here! obviously Dewo is my future husband."

Despite the confusion, the new servant retreated and swung his steps inward. The office space of the restaurant owner.

Rumi fell silent, glancing at the servant who had just spilled his drink who had just started to step away. He daydreamed while waiting for the Dewo he meant.

There were footsteps approaching and Rumi immediately turned to the waiter who he told to call the owner of the restaurant. He was with a man who was above Dewo and was joined by a woman in an elegant style.

"What do you want to see my husband? and confess his future wife to him all?" a look at the elegant woman pointed at the man who was by her side.

"Huh?" Rumi dyed, because what he meant was not this man. "Sorry. She who? I-I don't know."

"Lho, earlier you told me to call the owner of this restaurant, well this is the Front Master." Reply to the waiter.

"But, I mean my future husband Dewo who some time ago bought this place." Rumi was astonished.

"Just a second! maybe you mean Dewo Stio? yang-"

"He was, not buying this place. Except to pay the debt to me and it has not paid off. He even took my car away."

Rumi how surprised. His mouth was gaping and his eyes were glaring towards the man. "What-what really? not a sema-ta-"

"What are we lying about? and what's the point of us lying? we've had a big loss by the man you mean." Timpal woman who claims wife Home.

"But, I'm sure coke-"

"Sure, that your Dewo is pe ni pu." Changed again.

Rumi was instantly in shock, was it possible that Dewo tricked her as well? where the money he spent is also not a little more money almost reached 8.5 million it can pinjem some of Viona.

Rumi left carrying a feeling of extreme embarrassment. The face also felt lost from its place. Even the foot that stepped felt so floating so as to withstand embarrassment, all who watched from the beginning seemed to scorn and sneer at him.

Rumi ran to her car. Immediately open the car door and rush in.

Dugh!

Hit the handle of the steering wheel. "Dam. If that's true. Continues to?"

Several times Rumi phone Dewo, but not also lifted existing even in rijek. "Damn-shit, shit ...."

Rumi slammed the steering wheel. He gets angry, curses himself and flees the mobi with the intention of going to the office where Dewo works.

Not long after, Rumi arrived at the office she was heading to. But the person he meant wasn't there, said the man there Dewo had resigned from the office a few weeks ago.

Rumi doesn't think about all this? finally he decided to go to his parents' house Dewo once Dewo was at home.

But after a long journey, Rumi arrived at Dewo's house but the results were nil and Dewo was not there, said the house person had been home for several weeks. It made Rumi frustrated to hear that.

Rumi again runs her car to the hotel they used to go to. And it was getting dark. Upon arrival at the hotel, Rumi took her steps in haste. Go to the receptionist to ask if there is on behalf of Dewo who stayed overnight.

The receptionist said it was on behalf of Mr. Dewo. But with his female partner makes Rumi more emotionally ignited and jealous. He immediately looked for the room the receptionist mentioned.

With a disappointed heart. Angry, resentful feeling cheated, betrayed. humiliated. All of those feelings are mixed into one. His teeth hardened the look of his eyes were sharp and his beads turned red. His steps are getting wider approaching the door of room number xxx in the hotel.

His hand prepared to knock but Rumi stopped. He put the earlobes sharply once there was something he could hear from behind the door. Sure enough there were muffled voices of men and women to put to each other wild sighs and words of seduction that burned Rumi's heart at this moment. The longer, the more fun it sounds inside.

Rumi was already impatient to go in and do something to the people inside. Wanting to strangle his neck until he did not breathe again, no matter what would happen to him later.

Rumi's hand pushed the door that happened to be unlocked. Slowly Rumi pushed until both eyes saw a pair of men and women struggling to enjoy each other.

How impressed Rumi because he saw it was true that Dewo was engrossed in horses with his partner.

No less surprised Dewo when he saw Rumi standing there. He soared awake and had not had time to speak. Rumi kicked her heirloom until it staggered forward and cupped her hand ....

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