Scandal The AMBASSADOR (Handest Handsome)

Neighbor of the time?

...~Happy Reading~...

Zefa took her breath with a little weight, as she stared at a house building that was not so big but not so small either.

Minimalist house that became the place of growth and development for a dozen years. Now it looks increasingly shabby because of age inedible.

However, even so, he felt very comfortable being there rather than being at Raihan's house.

Although magnificent and luxurious, Zefa found it very foreign and difficult to be herself.

"Are you sure you're gonna stay here?" raihan asked a little slowly when he saw the house building in front of him.

"If Mas is not comfortable here, Mas just go home," replied Zefa, then he immediately stepped foot to enter the house.

Finally, after almost two months. Now he is back home to his most comfortable home.

Not listening and leaving immediately, Raihan followed Zefa and entered the small house..

Yes, if according to Zepha, of course the house is not small. However, if according to Raihan, the house is very small, even if compared to his room, it might lose.

"Why did they come in? Didn't I tell Mas to come home?" zefa asked a little surprised when he arrived to see Raihan who immediately sat himself on the living room sofa.

"Why did you tell me to go home? Am I not still your husband? If you don't want to come home with me, then let me come with you!" raihan replied instantly making Zefa's footsteps stop.

She turned her body and looked at her husband with a hard-to-understand look. Meanwhile, Raihan who got the gaze of the slim Zefa moved and approached the woman.

"Why?" raihan asked, frowning as he was right in front of Zepha, "Did I say something wrong?"

Tok..

"Rest, my room is on the right" said Zefa, pointing wrongly at her room.

Although he did not like the existence of Raihan. However, regardless, Raihan is her husband, the father of the baby in her birth. After all, expelling Raihan will also be free, Zepha's mind clucked.

Cklek!

Zepha opened the door of her house and saw a middle-aged mother carrying a parcel to give her.

"Your train has not returned Zef, already at home in your husband's house," said the mother named Wati.

Zefa smiled faintly as she received a parcel from Wati's mother, "New home Mom," Zefa replied.

"Why go home? You weren't kicked out with your husband, were you Zefa? Or are you divorced? Ckckc the rich are so Zefa, never mind. You do not pantes the same as him, elderly if we say mah, you are rich in the sky with the earth. So never mind, don't dream too high."

"It's a good thing your grandmother isn't aware yet, so she won't know what your fate is. Try to think that if your grandmother is aware, there she is in a coma again because she knows her grandchild has been dumped by her husband."

"O Allah Zepha, only two months old when, be patient, be strong. Don't be too weak to be a woman, you have to show that you can be alone, there are still many men!" said Wati's mother at length.

Either giving advice or signaling, which was clear after hearing the words of Wati's mother immediately made Zefa's mood more shattered.

Zefa clenched her hands, she took a momentary breath while closing her eyes for a few seconds. It feels like he replied to the words of Wani's mother, but he seemed to have no energy for it.

His body was still not recovered, and he was still so reluctant to argue over anything insignificant.

"Sorry Mom, I'm still tired, after all my husband is waiting for me in the dalem. Like it's raining again he said, oh yes, please help take care of my husband's car, ma'am, excuse me. Assalamu'alaikum," replied Zefa with a sweet smile and pointed towards the luxury car parked across the street, precisely in the yard of his other neighbor's house.

...~To be continue... ...