Om-om That's my husband

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Om-om That's My Husband: Chapter 18

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_Happy Reading_

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" Dian loves dinner yuk?". Mrs. Adiputra knocked on the door of Demian's room which from the afternoon did not open. Demian locked himself in the room and did not want to eat or drink, even just to see the food alone made Demian no appetite.

Suddenly the door opened showing Demian with a look of urgency, he was still wearing his office suit with a tie that was no longer shaped, Demian's hair disheveled indicating that the man was really messed up.

Demian went past his mother who had not had time to talk to him. Mrs. Adiputra immediately followed Demian's steps down the stairs quickly.

" Where are you going, Dian?". Demian brushed off the hand of her mother who was about to stop her steps.

" Demian wants to get out mih".

" But Dian, you haven't eaten son, at least eat first".

"Demian is not hungry mih".

" Silver!!!!". Demian puffed up when he heard his father's heavy voice.

Mr. Adiputra came down from the stairs looking at Demian with a sharp gaze, "other than spoiled you have now started to defy well? How dare you pull my wife's hand over like that Demian!".

" I told you I don't want to eat!".

" Well don't eat, you better not go back to this house again".

" Dear!!!". Mrs. Adiputra shook his head strongly at her husband, "Dear, please don't be like that, our son is desperate, instead of calming him you are adding to the burden of his mind".

" I'm fine, if that's what the honorable Mr. Adiputra wants, I'll gladly leave this house".

" you see! Your spoiled son this is okay".

" Damian! Don't stay here, you're here— Demian!!!".

Demian stepped out without even looking back. The pain that Demian felt made the man become like this.

Although Ny. Adiputra roared calling out Demian's name, knowing that Demian could not live without the person he loved by his side. How Demian lived his complicated days because all this time he only relied on his parents when the man was fragile and helpless.

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The hustle and bustle of the classy nightclub welcomes Demian's sense of hearing. Beat from the DJ who is cool in blending songs makes Demian feel like he wants to join the rhythm. He saw all the residents of the Club were dancing, stomping their heads enjoying music that was increasingly deafening eardrums.

Many people who fill the basement in the room with minimal light, the light from the rotating laser lights provide light that makes the residents more crazy.

Some visitors chose to sit at the bar and let the bartender concoct his drink. Each is busy with their own business.

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Diana is pensive at the bar table, her mind has been muddled since the cancellation of a contract with a leading company in Indonesia. The video that has been widely circulated on all social media can not be prevented, ah...nasi has become mush, Diana must accept freely although her heart still holds a grudge to Riana—adiknya.

Suddenly one of Diana's friends patted her on the shoulder, Diana turned her head, ah.turned out Jihan, her best friend in terms of "it"

" What's up?". Diana asked to the point, not wanting to talk to Jihan.

" I have some fun entertainment for you".

Diana cringed in confusion, "what? Watch out if it's not important".

" You know the CEO of NineNow Company, right?".

Diana was further confused by the direction of Jihan's conversation, "you mean?".

" He's right here!". Diana immediately rounded her eyes in surprise, spontaneously the woman stood up from her seat.

" Are you serious? No lie, right?!".

Jihan clucked in annoyance, "It's serious that I see her drinking in the corner of the bar".

Diana immediately smiled cunningly, hastily she improved her appearance, smearing her thick lipstick into a fiery red.

" If the employment contract cannot be, what can be done. I'll sleep with the CEO".

" Wow the basis of a true j*lang is not necessarily the same you want! You are already used by street thugs, so you don't have class anymore".

" B*ngsat j*lang yells j*lang! Don't be a saint!".

Jihan screeched, "At least I'm a classy j*lang not a lo kayak".

And there was an action of mutual thrashing between j*lang.

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