The Beautiful Cheating

Violence is His Hobbit

My hot and passionate action didn't last long. Because, suddenly El gets a mysterious call from someone. El also walked away from me before raising his call.

Not long after, El came and ruffled my hair.

"Sister! I'm so nice!" shouts howling. But the suspect just laughed in response.

"Oh, yeah, honey. I have to go now," he said gently as he looked at me softly.

"All right."

"That's all?" he scrunched his forehead.

"Then?" I'm just pretending I don't know. In fact, I actually know what he wants.

"Alright, then I go first" he said languidly. I smiled briefly then pulled his nape and I kissed his lips which always made me drift away by the passionate longing.

It didn't last long, I disconnected our link first. Because I know he's in a hurry. I heard her breathing roar as fast as my adrenaline. But how else, this is a big sin. Especially doing more.

"I'll come at another time. You take good care of yourself. There are my people here who watch over and take care of you."

"alright. Be careful too, brother. I love you." She smiled sweetly at me. Seemed a happy twinkle in his clear eyes.

"I love you more, baby. I go first." he peed me in the forehead, then went through a window that I didn't know why suddenly there was someone there to help him out.

For a moment, I just realized this is the fifth floor. How did he get down? I immediately ran to the balcony. El is no more. Somehow he was able to get out and in without Ali's knowledge.

I decided to go in again and started struggling with the kitchen after a few hours of my stay.

It didn't take long, I've finished making the cow barrels. My stomach is kicking, smelling the delicious aroma of my cooking. I quickly picked up the rice and immediately enjoyed my cooking.

Finished with my breakfast activities, I set aside some of my homemade tongsengs for Maya.

Breakfast already, shower already, clean-up already. Now it's time to walk all over this house. That's when I got a hint of Ali Sugiyani's weakness.

I got into the elevator and pushed the number 1 button. Yeah, 'cause there's a lot of people passing by like I can find a clue, hopefully. While waiting until the 1st floor, I'll tell you something and it's a secret, huh?

Here's a picture of my husband, who sent the picture himself via WhatsApp.

This is my girlfriend, El Barrack Eclair. Here's the WhatsApp profile picture I saved in my phone gallery. And I love her so much.

This is me when I first introduced myself at Orland Mart. Rosa took my picture and sent it to me. Said miss.

I have reached the 1st floor and rightly, the atmosphere is bustling. There are bodyguards who are apples, chefs who are busy cleaning the kitchen, ART who are carrying out their respective duties, and there are also gardeners who are starting to plant my favorite flower-begonia rex butterfly.

I scanned all corners of this most luxurious and bustling room, but the figure I was looking for was completely non-existent.

I started walking while greeting the people of this house. They were just as friendly, except for the bodyguards whose faces were sinister.

Until I arrived at a gold-colored door carved by two dragons who were knitting each other like they were clashing. I heard a woman's screams like pain.

Due to the high curiosity, I turned the door knob and it was unlocked. I opened slowly, and the first glance I saw was a large painting of a man impaled by gold thorns.

"Bang .. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it" sobs a woman from inside the room. I understand who the owner of this voice is.

"Basic useless woman! I said it slowly, Neneng! You're so stupid, huh!"

Plaque! Plaque!

"Sickness, Bang .." moaned mbak Neneng.

My hands are shaking in fear. So, this is my husband's true nature?

I ventured into that golden room. I was very surprised to see Neneng fall on the floor with a bloody face. I clearly saw her lips torn and eyes turning blue.

I immediately ran closer to Neneng's mother when Ali's hand was about to throw a tantrum that somehow to how many times.

"Slap me, you," I said firmly and with great emphasis.

"Darling, since when did you get here?" have you tortured my honey, can you still call me Darling? I am not ashamed of him.

"Say, why can you be so light hands with women? Why do you always torture women?! Say it!" my jolt, made the old man in front of me fall in shock.

"Darling, you don't have to interfere in my and her affairs. You don't know the problem, Darling." he tried to grab my shoulder but I retreated.

"Don't touch me. I'm sick of your behavior." I turned around and helped Neneng stand up and I sat in his wheelchair.

"Bak come with me out, huh? I healed the wound," I said in a soft tone. But Neneng's gaze actually implied hatred towards me.

"Darling, back off."

"No" I replied firmly.

"Seika Annahita." I turned my body and faced her.

Plaque!

He slapped me hard. The heat and pain I felt all over my face. But not me if I cry. I smiled and looked into her eyes.

"Again" I said firmly, smiling coldly.

Plaque!

He slapped me again. But I tried to remain standing upright even though my legs were shaking withstanding the excruciating pain in my face.

"Yes, again." I widened my smile even more. But I was astonished when I saw his hand shake before slapping his third slap at me.

"Why? Unable? No pa-pa. Go ahead, Ali Suprapto. Just so you know, only cowardly men dare to fight women. Only a loser would dare to fight a helpless woman like Mbak Neneng. I'm sure you were not born from a woman's womb, but from a man's womb" my lips laughed mocking him.

"Darling, we got along last night. Please, don't make our harmony just start to intertwine, okay" she told me, but I'm sick of hearing her voice.

"Since you hurt your wives, ever since you slapped me just now, you've not been my husband anymore. For our dating problem, forget it. I'm not interested anymore. Let's just say we're ABGs who just broke up. We're just exes now." I stepped on my feet, pushed a wheelchair over Neneng's mbak for me to take it out and I treated him.

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