PELLET THE MIDWIFE

Chapter 8. Worriedly

"Grabbing, Mala!" I looked up at Mala's expression when I saw Fadli. It is very noticeable that he admires my lover. Mala lives in a different village to me, so she doesn't really know Fadli as the son of the village chief.

"What, anyway?" resounding.

If I had been him, I would have been ashamed to be half dead. "Where's the handsome to, my boyfriend?" Ledekku again.

"Idih, not my type."

Still Mala berkilah, if not his type why the round eyeball almost dislodged earlier?

I sat on Anita's right side and Mala on the left.

I can't wait to perform tonight, in a beautiful navy dress I'm sitting with confidence.

Fadli's presence in my life brought a new spirit, imagining the marriage we had planned both made me even more impatient.

Tonight's event is held in the field, because the number of citizens present will not be enough if only in the title on the home page.

The owner of the wish is a person in the city. This was their first child's wedding, so they held a festive event. When I just arrived at the event venue, I was also a little confused, if he was that rich why not invite top artists? A class of Ayu Ting Ting or the Peach Goddess, she would definitely be able to pay them.

"Mas, these people are rich, why are they our classmates? why don't you take the papa top artist?" I whispered in the ear of the Great.

"They're artists too, Pus. But different days with us,"

answer Mas Agung.

Now I understand, it turns out we were only made as a distraction.all that is because Mas Agung has a kinship with the owner of the event.

Hearing the words of Mas Agung, did not make me discouraged, instead I was more encouraged. I will show them how the charm of Puspa Maharani.so they will find it difficult to distinguish which artist the capital and which artist the village.

The night was getting late, as usual the more it became. Some men began to go up on stage to give sawer.

unlike in the village, the men here are more aggressive, they even dare to touch our bodies, is it because we are only village artists?

Mala looked relaxed with their treatment, even she responded wildly. Meanwhile, I kept trying to keep my distance so that their hands would not touch me. It was disgusting to see what they were doing.

What is life in a city like this? in the village there are also saber menyawer activities, but not as severe as this.

"Repoom ... Whoo!"

They keep calling my name, it seems like I've become an idol here.

"Just the first time, they've been your fans, Pus," Anita whispered in my ear.

"It seems I should come here often," I replied with a slight laugh. While we were talking, there were a pair of eyes staring at the nanar, it seemed like Mala was burning with jealousy.

"Look ... her face is red!" whispered Anita. Instead of being uncomfortable, we even make Mala as a joke.

We've reached the end of the show, but Fadli hasn't seen his nose. Where's my lover? did something happen?

"Where is Mas Fadli? why haven't you come yet?" Anita began to get nervous because we had come together and had promised to go home together as well, so she was also waiting for Fadli's arrival.

"Are you sure he loves you? it could be that now that the man is spending the night with another woman," Mala taunted me blatantly.

"Shut up! Not all men are like your ex-husband, Mala!" I want to stuff Mala's mouth with sambal, but we are still in the crowd now, I have to keep imege in front of a lot of people.

"You forgot, Pus. Why did Andre leave me? It's all because of you, you cheesy bastard!"

Mala's words this time were outrageous, it was clear I had nothing to do with her ex-husband, and she blamed me.

Previously my relationship with Mala went well, as did I and Anita. Everything changes when Andre Mala's husband blatantly confesses his love for me.

I have repeatedly rejected Andre, but the man does not want to give up. One day Mala caught her husband's affair with a female food stall guard in my village.

"Hey Mala, Andre cheated on me instead of me, so why do you keep blaming me?" This time I will not be silent anymore, the problems between us should be resolved soon before I get married. I don't want past affairs to be a bully in my household later.

"Yes, but he's so because you rejected him!"

"then, what do you want? I should take it that way?"

The basic woman is difficult to understand, whether she is not smart or she is deliberately looking for a scapegoat for the cause of her divorce.

"Yes-yes .. not so," he stuttered.

Mas Agung who had finished saying goodbye to the host immediately approached us. "What's this about? you guys fighting again?" he said with annoyance.

"That's the Mala, it's a pleasure to bother me," I said ketus.

"Hey ...! who is ..."

"Ssttt .. don't be shy, let's go home! It's getting late," Mas Agung interrupted Mala's remark, it seems like he's tired of our endless quarrels.

"But, Mas. Fadli had not come yet," I approached Mas Agung holding his arm, hoping he would wait for Fadli to come.

"You're on a pick up!"

Resolute Mas Agung.

"Yes, Pus. We'll just go with the group, okay?" Take Anita.

Finally, Anita and I had to go home with the group.

Riding in an open-air car at night is fun, although cold to bone, but we can see the city directly.

Anita and two other male friends kept joking, while I just kept quiet. Usually at times like this I'm the most excited, but this time I can't stop thinking about Fadli. Why hasn't he called or texted me? I became very worried.

I did see no regard for Mala's words, but they kept ringing in my ears. What if what Mala says is true? is Fadli with another woman? What I'm more afraid of is, Yasmin. Is it possible that Fadli came to town to meet the blonde woman?

If only, Fadli gave the news, at least I don't feel as worried as I do now.

Ting!

The voice of the chat message notification sounded from my phone. The sight of Anita and the two men in front of us was instantly fixed on my bag.

I immediately reached into the bag and pulled the phone out of there. One chat from a number I didn't know sent a picture.

However, because the signal is not good the image can not be immediately opened.

Ting!

One chat back in.

[He's spending the night with me, so don't bother!]

A chat that I can't understand what it means, who's with whom? I tried to open the picture again but still couldn't.

"Si*lan!" Without feeling I cursed because I was upset.

"What's up, Puspa?" ask Anita in wonder.

"Is the signal on your phone good, Nit?" my many.

"Less good, what's wrong? just be curious."

Not only are you the curious Nit, I also. murmured inwardly.