Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Chapter 1: Talks and Bitter Truth

Akbar put his right palm over his wife's head and let go after giving a sweet smile. "This is your new home. From this moment on, I Akbar Wijaya forbid Ayesha Ramadhani to touch my body. I dropped three talaqs for you!"

Bruug…

A body collapsing with droplets of tears collapsing, Ara a girl with simple thoughts drooped weakly under the floor. Her happy eyes turned into a cry full of wounds. A nanar gaze floated towards the oval-faced man with the curly hair of the owner of his heart. "Why did Akbar give talak? What wrong? If Ara makes a mistake. Ara's sorry, but Ara please don't divorce Ara."

Akbar was unconcerned by Ara's tearful cries, and gestured the two thugs in front of the three-stacking house to approach. "Bring mom's new kid. Say, Akbar swapped his debt for a new woman."

"Okay. Come with us!" the second hand of the thugs grabbed both of Ara's arms and lifted Ara's limp body.

Ara looked at Akbar without blinking. "Why?"

"You're just the redeemer of my gambling debts. Not more."

Shattered and ruined my dreams. I'm nothing more than a medium of exchange. What was my fault for the past year? All I give, unconditionally. My parents' last relics are not left to obey the wishes of the man in front of me. Today, on the grounds of a walk. Mas Akbar took me to a place that people call *Home Corner*.

The afternoon sky with sunburn, not as hot as the burning embers in my heart. Memories after memories of our harmonious marriage for a year, slowly burned. Not yet after the wound of my heart bled because of the dagger truth my beloved husband, now my wound is like splashed with salt water. The arrival of a woman with gurgling steps approaching Akbar mas.

"Dear, is it? Can we go? I'm so hungry, "Angun is writhing spoiled on Akbar's arm.

Mas Akbar grabbed the lips of Anggun and kissed him possessively without caring for me who was astonished. "Wine? What does this mean? Akbar is my husband! Why you…"

"His husband? Mas's? Tell me who I am!" hatch Anggun with hands exploring the chest of the Akbar field.

Akbar stared in disdain at Ara and pointed with one finger at Ara's face. "My wife's men! You are just a debt collector. Did you hear? Ayesha Ramadhani, I married you for Grace."

Deg

"Wife? How...." great-grandson Ara still could not believe the harsh reality of her life.

Akbar clasped Anggun's body into his arms. It seems to indicate that both are the best couple. "You are bod0h! Naive! And ugly. Look at your appearance, if it wasn't for that jackass man's estate. I definitely don't want to marry you!"

Jleeb

Puncture-by-puncture pain right in the heart ceaselessly adds to the wound. How could I not know, my own best friend married my husband. I'm like an undead, every word from the lips of the throne man of my heart to pieces of glass. My consciousness faded with a round in my head. It hurts and everything gets dark.

"God fainted," said a thug on the left side.

"Bring it in! Easier right," Akbar casually gave advice.

Gracefully smiled satisfied with Ara's state. For a year he had to share. Although Ara was Akbar's first wife, only she was entitled to Akbar. No one can have hers. "Come mas. Let Ara be taken care of duo K. We'll eat at our favorite cafe."

"Of course, whatever you want. Remember your service tonight," Akbar poked Anggun's chin with a wink.

Two heartless couples leave the corner house. Duo K brought in Ara easily. In the living room of Jelita's mother was the arrival of a guest, making Duo K pause and give a report. "Mamcas. It's an exchange from Akbar. What room number are you in?"

Mama cantika who scanned the whole body Ara smiled satisfied, slim white body with black hair red met, cute face, nose pointed, cherry-red lips. The woman in front of him was perfectly suited to his urgent needs. "Look, sir, what do you think?"

A man with a mask who sat in a haughty style, only glanced at a glance and was reluctant to see properly how the figure of the woman flanked by two thugs of the corner house. "I just want one that's still spotless!"

"He is clean, sir. Only her husband wore it for a year. So no one touched her but her husband. How's it?" clearly mami Cantika without the slightest hesitation.

"How much?" ask the masked man firmly.

Mami Cantika smiled, and took a note from the customers of her corner house. His fingers were busy counting, as if the counted pile of books were immeasurable. The masked man took the checkbook out of his suit pocket. Write something down on the printed white paper, and tear off a sheet. One check sheet with a nominal of five billion is placed on a mini glass table.

"Approve whatever my terms are and sign the file from my assistant later. Don't play with me, the check is useless without your signature on the stamp." explained the masked man and got up from his seat.

The masked man's footsteps came to a halt, glancing at the faint Ara. With a resolute move, the masked man walked up to Duo K. "Let go!"

"Give the woman to this master! The price is more than enough." Mamca casually quipped, making Duo K release Ara's body.

The masked man swiftly caught Ara's body, carrying her bridal style. The two left the corner house in a luxurious car that had just come to pick up. A woman in bodyguard clothing came out the front door, opening the back door for her boss.

"Please master," said the bodyguard, bowing his gaze.

The masked man inserted Ara's body first, and entered. The door was closed by the bodyguard, in the car there was already a middle-aged man in neat clothes. Shoving a black map to a masked man. "File as your request. Please sign sir."

For a moment the masked man opened the black map and checked every clause. No one would see how his facial expression was behind that full face mask. One signature was affixed without hesitation, and the map was returned to the middle-aged man in the front seat. "You've got five minutes!"

"Good sir."

The middle-aged man got out of the car and walked towards the corner house. Time seemed to be the benchmark, in five minutes the middle-aged man had already walked out of the corner house with a smile. And re-entering the car, the bodyguards that had been waiting outside were also coming in after everyone was in the car.

"Where's mister?" ask the bodyguard with a straight forward look.

"Apartment Orchid," replied the masked man who was busy checking the work files from his smart phone.

"Master, what if the Master and the Big Madam find out?" ask the middle-aged man with lyrics.

The masked man stopped his activities and looked at his great family assistant. "As long as uncle keeps his mouth shut. All is safe under control. This goes for you too Oci!"

"Ready sir. But what about…."

.

.

.

.

.

...🌚🥺🥺🥺🌚🥺🥺🥺🌚...

Malem, the readers. I only ask for one, if you don't like the story I'm presenting. SKIP AJA'S.

DO NOT CONTINUE READING. NOT PP, REALLY.

just don't play the THREE-STAR COMMENT RATE, LET ALONE ONE.

Honestly, an author writing one chapter takes hard work. When the mood is again chaotic due to real world problems. Or because of an uncertain activity. An author knows the obligation to update his story.

Each work carries its own story. You can be very disappointed, maybe because the story does not match your expectations. However, not by giving one-star comment rates.

An author even has to endure drowsiness, fighting mager's disease just to continue the work he's made. I don't forbid you when you don't like my story.

ATTENTION PLEASE. JUST SKIP'S. NO RATE COMMENT STAR 1⭐ because it makes WRITER DOWN.