Regrets After the Farewell

Chapter 21.

Salman took Safia to the room and helped her lie on the bed. After that Salman enveloped Safia and lay down beside her.

Aware of Salman's slightly suspicious behavior, Safia snatched the bolster and placed it in the middle as a barrier so Salman wouldn't touch it.

"This time I'll let you sleep in bed with me, but remember, you can't cross this line!" safia firmly with full emphasis.

"Loh, what the hell is that? Earlier he said -" Salman frowned with a look of disappointment. Though he was hoping to hug Safia all night.

"Don't protest too much, if you mind then just sleep on the floor there!" ketus Safia cuts Salman's pace of speech.

"Don't be cruel gini dong, Safia. The floor was cold tau," complained Salman while scratching his non-itchy head.

"The choice is in your hands, obedient or not at all!" Safia then turned around and gave her back to Salman.

Although upset and angry because of the attitude of Safia judges, but Salman did not dare to vanish. Being allowed to sleep in bed like this was enough to make him happy. At least he still has a chance to get close to his wife.

"Yes, I promise I won't touch you. If you go first, don't blame me. After all I'm a normal guy, I can't be"

"Be quiet, don't have to say much! If you want to vent your desires, then just call your lover and do it with her. I will not serve you" Safia said, closing her ears.

"I'll kill you if I dare to touch me" Safia added in a barely audible voice and chose to go to bed first.

Immediately Salman flinkered over Safia's words just now.

Would Safia be willing if she had sex with Mika? Where possible? No wife will ever see her husband with another woman.

Safia's proof until the drop when she brought Mika back then. That clearly shows that Safia is jealous. "Bas stubborn!" salman closed his eyes slowly. He turned his back on Safia and entered into a beautiful dream.

Morning time...

"Aaaaakh..." Safia yawned while writhing and covered her mouth with the palm of her hand.

When he opened his eyes, how surprised he was to find himself in Salman's arms. Safia sizzled and inched away, believing Salman would be big-headed if he knew he was the one who broke his own words.

"Damn it, I could have hugged the male lion." Safia snorted after she managed to escape, she rushed into the bathroom to clean herself up.

Hearing the sound of the door closing violently, Salman opened his eyes slowly. A thin grin curved at the corner of his lips.

"Basic hypocrite!" mrs Salman carved a cynical smile and pulled out the blanket and continued her sleep.

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At about ten in the morning a well-dressed man arrived at Salman's residence. The man was carrying a bag that was tipped in his hand.

"Sir Anton, come on in!" salman who was sitting on the porch of the house.

"All right, thank you" said Anton, a lawyer for Salman's family.

As promised, he will transfer all assets that are rightfully Safia. He himself did not know anything that would later be owned by Safia, only the lawyer who knew according to the last will of the father.

After Salman and Safia joined him, Anton released the papers he had brought. He began to detail the details on the white paper very clearly.

"Poin one. It is written here that all of Subroto's possessions would not have belonged to Salman if he had not managed to find Nisa."

"I've found it, Safia calls it" replied Salman quickly.

"Poin two. Salman must marry Nisa if he finds her."

"I've married her, she's officially my wife" Salman said.

"Poin three. Of all the assets available, both Salman and Nisa will get the same rights. Everything must be divided equally without exception."

"Yes, no problem." nods Salman.

"Poin four. If one of you asks to separate for no apparent reason, then the plaintiff will not get a fraction of the points mentioned above."

"What?" Safia was shocked with perfectly rounded eyes. "It's not fair, why does it have to be like that?" irked Safia.

"Sorry Miss Nisa, uh I mean Miss Safia. I just read it as it is on this paper. Please Miss check back!" Anton thrust some of the files into Safia's hands.

Yes, from far away Subroto has arranged everything with the lawyer. That is what the deceased wanted and no one could refuse him.

"Hm... I agree," Salman smiled triumphantly. With the existence of this will, he would have no trouble tying Safia in his hands.

"It must be just the two of you, right?" tussle Safia after reading the file. He couldn't trust all of this completely.

"Loh, don't be slanderous. I don't even know anything about this will. If I knew, I'd been looking for you a long time ago. I thought Dad just wanted us to get married, where I knew that there would be conditions put forward." Salman said, he really didn't know about the will his father left behind.

"There is a fifth point. He said if there is a party who cheated or committed acts of violence, then the other party can file a divorce lawsuit with accurate evidence. That way, the traitor will get nothing." Anton explained.

"Well, does that mean I can file for divorce? He's been a traitor, he's cheating on me in front of my eyes and he's been violent with me. I want to separate from her" Safia insisted.

"Does Miss have any evidence?" ask Anton.

Safia was stunned to hear that. He had no proof whatsoever that he could show Anton. "Give me time, I'll gather the evidence and give it to you" Safia said, believing she could get the evidence from the hotel's CCTV and the house she now occupies.

"All right, now everything's clear. After signing all these papers, it means that Miss has obtained the rights to some of the property that has been held by Salman. For the divorce lawsuit, I will help Miss take care of it as long as there is evidence corroborating the allegations" Anton said.

"Alright, I'll get proof of that as soon as possible." nods Safia commenting on the cynical smile.

Then Safia signed the dossier and left the living room. He had to start from that house.

He believes the house as grand as it has a lot of CCTV installed. He should be able to get proof of the affair Salman had in order for the man to get out of his life. He would be very satisfied if Salman was thrown out of that house and became a beggar on the street.