She's My Husband!!!

DAVINA POV

Today I feel very upset with Harris, how not he is as good as playing the woman in front of me. Can such an act be said to be a good husband? I think, certainly not!

After seeing the incident I immediately left the campus, masabodo with lecture hours that will soon begin. I was astonished at myself, just seeing her with the others I shed tears. I rarely cry her name. Do I have feelings for him? I quickly shook my head, impossible and impossible.

After leaving the campus, I immediately contacted Bimo. He's my cousin's brother, but I've considered him an older brother. I usually call him brother.

And here I was sitting in a park near the campus waiting for his arrival.

This time I will tell all to Bang Bimo. Perhaps he will return his treatment to me, let alone they used to be hostile to each other, even though they had made peace. But, I'm sure there's still a little bit of grudge in store for each other. Who knows, it will spark hostility between them again. Haha, I have no morals!

"So why did you call me?" Say someone from behind me.

I recognized the voice so well, I immediately turned around, it was seen that Bang Bimo was standing in front of me by folding his hands in front of his chest.

I'm so glad he came because I know he's busy. I immediately approached Bang Bimo and hugged him tightly.

"You're truant, Dav? I told you never to skip." Say it while pinching my nose.

I just pursed my lips, "I'm really sprained" I replied.

"Missure? Tired you mean?" Bimo chuckled.

Eh? Well, that's exactly what he said. The whole has two meanings. In the Javanese language, Kel has the meaning of tired or tired. While I mean it has the meaning of cobbled, anxious, and grimy.

"Basic huuuh! I don't understand it!" My reply.

"Yes, yeah. You're so fucking stupid why. Here's the story, you're ready to be a good listener." He said while pulling me to sit on one of the benches there.

"That's you see, your enemy has dared to carry a woman in front of my eyes directly!" I said with a sullen facial expression, even though like that my face certainly still looks beautiful.

I could see a look of confusion on his face. Does he not know the enemy I am referring to?

"Whose enemy, Davina?" Sure enough, he doesn't know who I mean. I just patted my own seat.

"Harris! He was your enemy before, wasn't he."

It's true that they used to be hostile to each other but after Bang Bimo found out Harris was my husband they made peace. I listened to all their words at that time. I don't mean to eavesdrop, but maybe God wants me to know about them.

"Tell me how Harris can be with another woman." Curious also he, maybe his emotions have begun to be provoked.

Finally I started to tell you where I saw the crowd on the campus. There was a student who fell unconscious. As I was about to approach the crowd, Harris appeared with a woman in her arms who was none other than Shafira. I don't know why I told her with tears starting to drip down my cheeks.

hiks,,,, hiks, I started crying, I don't know why I cried like this. I just want to cry in my brother's arms.

"Now, don't cry anymore dong! You know how you feel now, just be patient. Harris so is out of pity for sure. Don't think anything weird." Bang Bimo's words calmed me down while stroking the top of his head.

"Hm, I feel relieved because I told you a story. Thanks Bang for the time. I'm going to go back to the apartment." I said as I let go of our embrace.

"Let me take you."

"Not to, Bang. I'll take the car anyway."

"Relatedly? You really want to skip, Dav?" Ask Bang Bimo.

"Remain sure, I'm home." I then left Bang Bimo alone.

Actually I lied to him by saying I was going home to the apartment. But I just want to go home to my parents. I don't want to meet Harris, who's gonna make me feel bad.

I took my car to my parents' house. I hope that meeting my family will improve my mood this time. No matter which Harris will be looking for me later, for now I don't want to meet him.

Chitttts...

I braked my car when I saw a middle-aged woman passing in front of me.

"Thank God I didn't hit him." I stroked my chest, feeling a heartbeat faster than usual.

I got out of the car to check on her condition. Not to be mistaken as a hit-and-run victim even though I have not had time to hit him.

"Mother isn't papa? I'm sorry for not focusing on driving." I said while helping him get up.

"Come on, I'll drive you to the hospital. Who knows you've been seriously hurt." My welcome. I made it like this anyway.

The middle-aged woman smiled at me,

"I'm fine, kid, just a scuff. No need to bother."

"Really Ma? Ooh, yes I am Davina." I reached out my hand.

"I'm Kartika" Reply.

"Yes, I went to see my son." Her speech.

"No need to bother, Davina boy. The place is not far from here, a short walk also arrived. Looks like our destination direction is different too."

I confirmed his words, "No papa ma'am. I can turn around to my parents' house."

"Parent's house? Not staying with them?" Her speech.

These are mothers, but yes.

"I live with my husband, Mom."

"Owh, yes I've left first." His words left me on foot. I just nodded my head. After all, his own will.

I also continued my journey. I have to focus even more so that the incident did not happen again especially the afternoon. Because it had entered Maghrib time, and the journey was still a bit far so I stopped at a mosque. Of course to carry out my duties.

When I finished, I continued my journey. Arriving at my parents' house, I rushed down from the car and entered the house.

"Assalamualaikum," I said, but no one said. So I just went straight inside.

The living room is empty, the front of the TV is empty. Then where are they all? I walked upstairs, but I heard a noise coming from the dining table.

I glanced at the watch I was wearing. It's worth it at this hour. I approached the three of them. I immediately sat down on one of the benches and took the food that had been served.

"Well, I didn't say Davina." Mama.

"Get up" I answered briefly with a mouth full of food.

"How long haven't you been eating, Davina?" Papah.

Davina rolled her eyes lazily.

"You want it later, I'm so hungry." I continued this activity.

They all looked at me with a difficult look, but I ignored them. I continued my dinner greedily.

After finishing my meal, I immediately washed my dirty hands as a result of eating sambal.

"Why come all of a sudden, have you had permission with your husband?" Ask Mamahku.

"I'm missing you guys, when it comes to Harris I haven't told him, I'll." My reply,

"I want to go to the room first Mah, Pah."

I entered my room, tidy and clean. I lay my body on the bed. Tired, one word for today. I slowly closed my eyes.

I don't think the time has shown at 20:30. I slept here for about an hour. Because of my sticky body I decided to clean myself in the bathroom immediately.

When I was done I came out of the bathroom with only a tank top and shorts. My habits when I go to sleep.

I widened my eyes when I saw Harris in my room. Who told him I was here. The intention of avoiding him should instead meet here.

It seemed like he had just entered, the proof of that he was still at the door. He looked at me from top to bottom.

"Why, is there something wrong with my clothes?" I don't like the way he looks at me.

"No," Reply was brief. He sat himself on the sofa in my room.

"Why are you here." I said tightly, not forgetting if I was still in angry mode with him.

"Is that important to you?"

I asked him why he asked back. His intention was to go here to improve the mood. If this is not to improve the mood even added badmood.

"Whatever." My answer is approaching the bed.

"I'm here because my wife is here." He then passed to the bathroom.

I stopped my steps, wait... What did he say?

"Ck, you're saying I'm here because my wife's here again, if I'm in the cemetery she'll come too?" Mumbles.

Basic Harris!

I put myself on the bed, pulled the blanket up to my neck. I'm afraid Harris will do anything when I'm unconscious. I wear sexy clothes like this.

Not caring about Harris, I closed my eyes that were getting sleepy. To a dreamland so beautiful.

POV DAVINA'S

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