Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Chapter 97: OFFICIALLY DIVORCED

Really, you are a kind woman. Hopefully, brother will end his relationship with Hazel soon. I hope this family still gets a chance to get sorry from you for committing fraud.~batin Bunga, because he knows all the stories about the beginning of Ara and Bryant's marriage.

The togetherness of Ara and Bunga is like a brother with sincere love. However, heart and mind. Stay, no one will know. Including the thoughts of a man holding a piece of a brown envelope. The man sat on the sofa staring at the entrance of his house. The look of his violent eyes with the crackling of the sound of teeth held back the growl and anger, until the door opened slowly. Where a woman enters in a semi-conscious state.

"Just home?" asked the man, his voice loud enough to echo in the living room.

The footsteps walked over to her husband, without the woman realizing how the mood of the man who for some time became his life partner, "Mas, your tumben at home. Are you tired of looking for your ex-wife, or all of a sudden, your head's sucked at the door. Trus inget home."

Whatever you want to talk nonsense. Right now, the feeling in his heart had already vanished for the woman he once loved so much. The emptiness in the heart cannot be forgotten. The woman, indeed, can satisfy while doing struggle in bed, but not by doing the obligations of another wife. Let alone let food, work every day even wandering.

Brown envelopes in hand, thrown on the table. Just as his wife stood before him, "Maulana Mountain, from today on, we are officially divorced. No more relationships, and don't expect you to stay in this house. So, get all your stuff done, and get the hell out of my house!"

The man is Akbar, Ara's ex-husband. After some time trying to find an ex-wife, he was surprised by the harsh reality. Where Grace often plays back. If I can be honest, it hurts to be betrayed. Maybe it's karma, but whatever it is. It would be better to end a fake relationship that still entangles like a rope tie.

Therefore, he immediately filed for divorce and with concrete evidence of the affair of the wife. The process becomes faster. Why does Grace not know? How can I know if the woman leaves in the morning, then goes home at will. Suppose you go home, surely only to ask for rations of money. Today, it becomes the end and beginning of the life of an Akbar Wijaya.

However, for Grace. Today is the day of the accident. Something must be wrong. How can a man who is willing to do everything only in the name of love. Suddenly, throw in a farewell letter. No. gabe. It must be just a dream. Where possible, beautiful women with bed skills are satisfactorily alienated like street dust. Must have been a problem in his ears.

Anggun's busy attitude stared at the brown envelope while hitting the ear, making Akbar roll his eyes off his guard, "ANGGUN, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

The deg!

The heartbeat seemed to be hit by a hammer, suddenly his ears were buzzing. What just now, Akbar yelled to throw him out? It was impossible, but why did the man's eyes get sharper with a look of disdain. What's really going on, and why have you come so far? The mind cannot digest anything. It all felt like a dream, until the daydream was scattered because there was a hand that pulled his arm.

"Akbar, are you crazy!" exclaim Anggun while trying to release the grip of Akbar's hand that hurt his hand, but the grip was too tight.

Akbar pulled Anggun's hand, then threw out of the house, then raised his hand to the face of the ex-wife with a look of disgust, "Don't come back, you're not my wife anymore. Just meet your mistress, oh yeah, one more. This house, no longer in your name."

The shock experienced by Anggun is not over, until the sound of the door closed with a loud slam is heard jerking his consciousness until he recovers. Instantly the stupid face turned into anger. How could he be dumped. What was the lack all this time? Now all that was left was the sound of screams that made some residents stop and turn towards him.

Gracefully just stared at the door of the house in front of him with nanar. The house is proof, if he is better and superior to Ayesha Ramadhani. Today, however, all efforts for the sake of being the best are broken. The wedding is over. What else can be proud of? It is true, Ara's heart can be broken, but why his heart also broke.

The whispers of the neighbors only became the wind. Now Graceful to end her folly and choose to leave the abode that gives pleasure to the world. While in the upstairs room. Akbar sat in the corner of the room leaning his body to the edge of the bed. A picture frame held in the right hand and a bottle of wine in the left hand. An intoxicating blend.

"Ara, your name is back in my memory. I thought, leaving you is the best and real happiness is in my wife's Grace," Akbar sipped the wine, then looked back at the photo of his former first wife, "Sorry, please come back and we can start all over. I promise to be a good husband and give you your due."

Akbar enjoys regret with a troubled mind. The man gave up both wives just for the sake of his own ego. As a man, instead of guiding the wife back to the right path. Playing talaq without feeling. Without him noticing, his actions were just like a loser. Leaving behind the turmoil and imagination of senseless men.

The sound of punch after punch was heard echoing in a room two meters by three meters in size. That room is a special room. How many times a raw bogeman is awarded to a prisoner. However, there was still not a word of confession from the man who was now filled with bruises. Instead, the man smiled sinisterly with a sly look in his eyes. The executioners intended to give the punishment again, but the voice of the command from the earphones stopped them.

"Drop!"

"Your life is still forgiven, but don't expect the next one to survive. Rambo, Black, you guys hang this shithead to the pole, again!"

The order of the chief executioner, made two executioners who felt given the order stay in a special room. While others came out to meet their leader. Footsteps were heard down the hallway, where the lights flickered like the lights were running out of stun. A ten-meter long passageway with the end of three branches. Wherever their feet rest. That place is a labyrinth.

"Boss, you can say. Why not just shoot the prisoner? Why bother soiling the hands of so many people" asked a man with a laptop on his lap, made the boss grab a pen, then threw it into a mirror in front of him four meters away.

The resulting sound is enough to give a surprise, even the mirror becomes cracked, "Use the brain, not the muscles. He's an asset, not a piece of trash. Here, only my rules work. Don't try to get off track. Is your job done?!"

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