The Stupidity of Me Who Believes in Love

Am I just a statue?

After arriving at Nining's house immediately rush to invite Delisha to go to the room, because Nining is sure soon there will be a world war that somehow to how many times.

After seeing Delisha enter the room Geffie pulled Kinara's hand to stop her steps and wanted to talk to her.

"Ra what exactly did you mean?" geffie asked as she pulled Kinara's hand and stopped Kinara's footsteps.

"Where the hell is mas?" kinara asked because he did not feel he had made a mistake at all. Is not following your heart a mistake?

"Don't I say it? that there's no need to listen to my mom and be quiet until we get home, is that so hard on you?" geffie said in a slightly irritated tone to Kinara for not following her words.

Hearing Geffie's words made Kinara look directly at Geffie, Kinara really did not expect Geffie to blame himself like this.

"You blame me? don't you think how I feel over there huh? no, right? do you think I'm a statue of a mas?" kinara said with annoyance that Geffie only blamed her, without thinking about how she felt when she heard every word that came out of her in-laws mouth.

"Wouldn't you be able to hold on for a little while longer and don't argue with Ra?" geffie said he didn't want to lose.

"Hold hold hold! you think I'm a robot mas? did you defend me when your mother blasphemed me? uh?" asked Kinara in a half-screaming tone, his mind was currently in a state of turmoil and still had to be added with Geffie, whose attitude this time was really outrageous. "What's? can't answer, can you? because you just shut up! you're the head of the family should be able to protect his wife. Otherwise, at least defending just a little bit of it was even more than enough!" added Kinara while screaming because he could not stand it anymore.

Geffie, who heard this, raised his hand high and slapped Kinara, but stopped just a few inches away when his hand was ready to land on Kinara's right cheek.

"Why stop? slap me in the mas! slap me!" said Kinara then with trembling lips, while his tears had run from earlier, Geffie's attitude this time really hurt his heart. "Is this how you become a husband?" the question suddenly slid from Kinara's mouth, as if questioning about the role of a husband to Geffie.

Seeing that Geffie turned his face reluctant to look at Kinara rather than Kinara's tears, it felt very painful if Geffie had to see Kinara again had to be hurt by it, because of it, seeing Geffie turn his face Kinara then wipe his tears quickly then sauntered away from there.

"I guess our relationship has been fine since that night Ra, have I been meaningless to you?" said Geffie softly but still with a back position Kinara.

Kinara who heard that then immediately stopped her steps, her tears fell again powerless to hold back her cries hearing Geffie's words just now.

"If you know mas... doing conjugal relations is not the solution of a problem, if it can be, then what is the difference between me and j*lang?" said Kinara then sauntered away from there and into the guest room.

Geffie who heard the word was of course surprised instead of playing, could be ordinary Kinara thought so even though Geffie absolutely no intention whatsoever to lead in that direction. He admitted yesterday that he was khilaf and did it without the permission of Kinara, but deep down in his heart that Geffie never equated Kinara with j*lang on the outside.

"Why is the problem getting more complicated? ah shit!" geffie shouted as she kicked down the dining table venting her frustration.

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Meanwhile behind a thick blanket where Delisha was closing her eyes, but unfortunately the girl was not sleeping. Make no mistake, even though Delisha's eyes were closed in her brain recording every word that came out of her master's mouth, so it was clearly heard in the little girl's ears. Now it feels like Delisha really hates her father, pulled the blanket covered her whole body so that she can immerse her face in the blanket.

"I hate you, I hate you!" he said it in his heart repeatedly.

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In a famous club precisely in the VIP room.

Kafeel stepped into the room, then took a seat next to Damar surrounded by comfort women on his right and left.

Kafeel took a seat slightly away from the woman to the left of Damar, making Damar then smile thinly when he saw his best friend.

"Go away I don't want to be disturbed" Kafeel said as two women appeared to approach him, I don't know why Kafeel feels so uncomfortable just seeing some women sticking to him like Damar is doing.

Damar then ordered some women on his right and left to leave with Kafeel.

After that Damar started pouring wine into the glass and then gave it to Kafeel.

"What's Kaf? your face looks so cute? didn't it work?" asked Damar when he saw the face of Kafeel who was bent looked very gloomy for Damar.

"Everything went well anyway, it's just that his son suddenly got sick so everything had to stop in the middle of the road, end just like that" Kafeel said while clucking annoyed and then drinking wine in his glass.

"Partially you're the same woman who's been tailed, isn't that natural bro?" damar said as he elbowed Kafeel's arm.

Kafeel is treated so, then a little push Damar's body then throw it with peanut skin.

"What the hell, instead of supporting even mencengin again" said Kafeel with annoyance.

"My advice, bro, find someone else! that's fresh and fresh, isn't that better bro?" damar gave me advice.

"Some can! can falling in love be arranged?" kafeel.

"Love? what really, rather than busy love mending you think the fate of bini lo now deh! back to reality bro." said Damar while eating nuts.

"On that there is no need to worry that I am even close to finishing, just waiting for the date" Kafeel said with a faint smile while staring at his wine glass.

"Are there no apologies for Nabila Kaf? are not the memories of one year of your marriage too valuable if you have to throw it away." said Damar later.

"There is no apology for Dam's betrayal, you know even more about how Nabila treated me all along" Kafeel said in a tone as if keeping a deep wound on each word.

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