SHARING LOVE: I'm Not Reliable

Traitors deserve TO DIE

Dimas parked his car in the courtyard of the Mansion. He got out of the car, and grabbed a HP out of his pocket.

"Still at 5" muttered Dimas, and Dimas went straight inside.

Dimas climbed the stairs, heading to the Main Room. But when Dimas opened the door to his room. It turns out that there is Salsa who also want to come out with her shirt.

"Have you gone home yet?" ask Salsa slowly.

"Yes" Dimas replied awkwardly.

"Tumben you have a shower at dawn? Where's the shampoo again."

"I'm sultry! Because semalem overtime all day. So, let's just let Fress!" dimas replied hesitantly.

"Related you?" salsa asked.

"You don't believe me?"

"Not believe it!"

"Trus was what? It's still Dawn lo! Husband just came home, it should be welcomed with a sweet smile. It's not the same face of your jutek that's always suspicious of me." press Dimas.

Salsa.

"I don't suspect it! I'm just like you, not suspicious." said Salsa softly.

"There are many people like that" said Dimas with a tone that had begun to harden, because provoked emotions.

"Slow down your voice!" press Salsa.

"You don't make my daughter cry! Just so you know Shireen just slept." she continued again.

"What kind of mother are you?"

"Shut up!" snapped Salsa, and immediately made Dimas unable to wart.

"You don't know anything! So don't blame!" press Salsa and immediately pull Dimas' hand out of the room.

"Mas! I want it to be okay with you. You have to be honest with me!" salsa said with great emphasis.

"What's? What do you want to ask? Yaudah, ask!" reply Dimas.

"You're cheating, right?"

"Dear your mouth! This is what you said that you didn't suspect your husband." snapped Dimas.

"Stop!" snapped Salsa no less hard.

Salsa immediately threw the white shirt in her hand it was right in the face of Dimas.

"This what? If you are not cheating. Keep this what?" snapped Salsa with a hunting breath.

"Kiss!" snapped Salsa.

"Who's it?" ask Salsa slowly.

"You can't answer, can you?" press Salsa again.

"Because I know it must be another woman's Perfume Fragrance! That's not my perfume! Which wife is not jealous and not suspicious when she squirms her husband scented Perfume other girls. And you're not mediocre Overtime in the Office, you never shower, let alone pack show wetin Mas hair." snapped Salsa.

"Who is that woman? It must be because of that woman that you've changed the same as me. You get angry a lot, and you can't control your emotions for me."

"Enough Salsa!" snapped Dimas.

"You know? You're like a crazy person, you know? Are you not sane like that? Sampek-sampek just problem Perfume gini aja trus you problemin! Trus you are big" said Dimas and wanted to go into the room.

But Salsa immediately pulled Dimas's back shirt.

"Where are you going?" ask Salsa.

"Our business isn't done yet." press it again.

"Whose business is Salsa?" snapped Dimas.

"You're Amnesia yeah?" ask Salsa slowly.

"You are Amnesia!" point Dimas towards the face of Salsa.

"okay! I'll prove it. But if later for example I am not proven guilty. What is your reply then?"

"What aka Mas! You can do me as you please. But that's if you're innocent! Eh..."

"You Goddamn wife!" cut Dimas's.

"Stop!" snapped Salsa.

"I'm not done talking!" press Salsa.

"But if for example you are cheating. So tonight I'm divorced! I don't want a traitor husband. Because the traitor does not deserve to live in this world. They deserve to die." pressed Salsa.

"You can't be the same wife as her husband?" said Dimas.

"I've been cheering up! Less how else do I make you?" ask Salsa slowly.

"Where did you think he was from? Huh! Where there is a nurut wife who does not believe the same words of her Husband" said Dimas turned his body and turned his back on Salsa.

"Until any time I will always be wrong in your eyes! I've studied. I've tried my best to be a mature wife, The wife you desire. Although not as bad as Bella. Because Bella is the woman you've always been proud of in front of me. And always you want to appeal about my attitude as well as her. And now I'm so grateful that Bella has left here." said Salsa quietly.

Translate:

"(I've learned. I've tried my best to be the Mature Wife, the wife you crave.)"

Salsa walked towards Dimas, and faced his Husband.

"okay!" press Salsa again.

"I want you to now give me the proof!" salsa said he put his hand in front of Dimas.

Dimas hit Salsa's hand strongly.

"How come! Are you crazy?

(Where can! Are you crazy?)" snapped Dimas.

"You're the crazy one.

(You are crazy.)" snapped Salsa pointing towards Dimas's face.

"If you don't cheat you can.

(If you're not cheating, you can.)"

press Salsa.

"You're salsa stunts!" said Dimas shaking his head.

"Don't stall the time!" snapped Salsa.

"Who has time? I don't spend time!"

"I know you don't have proof, right? Then you stretched out my time" said Salsa.

"What is the evidence for? Because I'm not wrong!"

"Everything if you're not wrong. Proofie!" snapped Salsa. His patience was already running low at this time.

Dimas was going to talk again. It was cut by Salsa.

"What's? You want to say I'm stressed? You want to say I'm Gilak? You're saying I'm Durhaka's wife? Cepetan says!" snapped Salsa.

"Originally you know! I wouldn't want to be Durhaka's wife, if you weren't the first one to be the Traitorous and Cheating Husband behind me."

"I'm not cheating on Salsa!" snapped Dimas.

"What is this to say? If you don't cheat, proof!" salsa said with a snapping tone.

"You heart! For the sake of another woman, you must destroy all my hopes. You destroyed our Household both just for your own selfishness."

Salsa set her breath for a moment.

"Sorry me! Because I started talking rudely to you. At first I tried to be gentle. But I can't! And no way, I'm letting you be happy with that woman you have an affair with." pressed Salsa.

"You don't know, do you? Shireen is sick. You don't know, do you? How is your son now. What kind of papa are you? The child himself is sick again, but you don't know, and even blame me." said Salsa smiling wryly.