PASSION OF MY FRIEND'S WIFE

Chat Sender

Gerald heaved a sigh of relief because the car had been repaired by a subscription mechanic. After paying his car repair bills, Gerald decides to go straight home.

He got into the car and used a seatbelt after closing the car door again. Just about to turn on the machine, his phone rang issuing the name Arka there. He shifted the green icon and then attached the flat object to the earlobe.

"Hello, Ka. What's up?"

"Hello, Rald. Where are you now?" ask the man from the phone.

"I'm just coming home and fixing up the car. Why?"

"I'm sorry, Rald. I can't get you to fix your car. I didn't actually go out for a family event, but bought a cake for my wife because today's birthday was a four-month-old wedding man."

"Oh, so. Happy mansiv wedding, yes. I'm sorry I left before you came back. I ..." Gerald immediately hung up his sentence, he could not possibly tell Arka the truth.

"Why, Rald?"

"I ... I don't feel good at home with your wife. I'm afraid you'll think something."

"It is impossible. I believe in my wife, I believe in you too."

Hearing the words just now made Gerald feel guilty. Because last night his mind kept on his friend's wife at the time of the incident in the television room.

"Y-yeah, Ka. Then hang up the phone, yeah. I happen to want my way home."

"Yes, okay."

The phone connection ended. Gerald exhaled a slightly rough breath. Instantly he realized that he was still wearing Arka's clothes. He had to return it and he also had to take his dirty clothes at the man's house.

"I can't come to Arka's house anymore and have to meet his wife."

Gerald seemed to be thinking of something.

"Do I have to take this Arka dress to the office and return it at the time of coming home, yes. For my own clothes, I don't need to ask for them back."

Gerald nodded his head. It seems that it must be so that he no longer meets Susi.

After that Gerald turned on the engine of the car and drove it. The car sped away because he was driving at high speed.

Arriving home, Gerald dropped himself on the bed with both eyes closed. Three hours sitting in the car seat makes the panttat and back feel hot.

For a long time the man's eyes closed, he was made aware by an incoming message notification vibrating in his pants pocket.

He reached into the flat object and saw the message that had just entered into his cellphone. Once in check, it turns out the number is foreign. But he was curious about the content of his chat.

08xx:

Hi, Gerald. Have you reached home?

Gerald reflex woke up and frowned after reading the chat.

"Whose heart is this from?" thought.

Curious, he typed a reply.

Gerald:

Sorry, who are you, huh?"

Not long after, he got his chat reply again.

08xx:

I don't have to say who I am. You'll know who I am.

Gerald increasingly made strange with who the actual sender of the chat.

"I'll know for myself? How can I know who he is if he himself doesn't tell him this ..."

Gerald stopped his sentence and now his eyeballs were perfectly rounded. He reread the reply chat well and it turned out to be true. Now he knows for himself who the sender of the chat is.

"Susi?!"

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