THE SUBSTITUTE HUSBAND

JSP 3'S. Prenuptial Agreement

Married to Ruby? Who wouldn't want to. Paid anyway.

All men who get a tempting offer will immediately agree.

Ruby beautiful crazy. His face that mixes Arabic Japanese Korean Sundanese really produces the most sublime super masterpiece of God's creation.

I was tempted too.

But wait,... Although my perverted brain and my lust desire are provoked to answer immediately want, but I can not tol+l.

Must know sitting problem. What is it, why until the twin brother of the Rury was to be married by me tomorrow morning.

Wh why?

What was?

I think it's only natural that I ask them that question.

Especially until I have to appoint me to be her replacement husband in the guarantee tomorrow.

"Not many bacods! Want, want. No, no! After all, you will also get an impact profit from this barter!"

I looked towards Rury.

Our eyes met with a sharp radiance.

What was? I deserve to know, right? Why is the Rury even a god-level emotion?

"This. Agreement letter. Read it well first. If you agree, sign it. Let this business be over quickly."

Mr. Hartono seems to cut the cold war that occurred between me and Ruby.

The cold war that took place between me and his son that had been going on for four months.

Exactly when Rury broke up with Aisyahrani. It is said that rumors circulating, her lover was caught keeping my photos secretly.

Where do I know, if it turns out that Rani nge-fans the same face as my model like this. Hhh... It is not my fault my mother conceived and gave birth to my model sadboy type who said to make klepek-clepek his girlfriend the Rury.

At the top, we were fighting one on one. Baku hit until the face battered with each other.

The reason was unfortunate not to be spoken directly at the core point. What problem.

Rury said I was the one who lied.

Many of my identities are judged to be eighty degrees different from reality.

I, a bad friend who likes nikung and fake a love. That said.

Tomatoes. Bodo. I don't care anymore about all the friendships that are just good up front but piercing from behind.

Our once sincere friendship turned to pure reason.

He and his frequent friends just bullied me more and more with childish ridicule just because of blind jealousy. Though I swear by anything, I never had a relationship with her lover. There's not even a secret meeting between us. Riley just misunderstood.

He bullied me both in reality and on social media cyberspace.

Now Rury is a friend turned enemy.

He who is high caste, insulting me who is low caste.

I'm not evading. That's absolutely true.

But there was one super-spicy sentence that made my emotions stick out. I was so angry that I promised in my heart, enough of our friendship has come here.

Said my mama lont+e was cheap. Want to be a mistress just to raise the degree of my life in order to become a successful person, rich at a young age and die later in heaven.

Anj+ing is really that congor now!?

Hm.

"My daughter is supposed to be married to Ryan Linggau, Mr. Linggau Marapati's youngest son who I'm sure you already know who she is."

Hm. Mr. Linggau Marapati is a successful businessman of five businesses whose factories are scattered throughout the capital. And it turns out that Ruby was supposed to be married the same in Ryan. Hoho, the boy who was arrested three days ago was raided by police officers at the club and positive for narcoboy. Ck. Ruby, poor luck.

My eyes glanced at Rury.

Is this God's way of avenging the child's pride? All this time, he had so skillfully toyed with heart-piercing tongues and feelings with words that were as sharp as razor blades.

"Just until Ruby gives birth. After the baby is forty days old, you can file for divorce in a religious court."

Deg.

Ruby pregnant? Is Ruby pregnant? Is that Bangs+t? Crazy one! Really crazy! It's good to be a rich kid. Can plug it in here. Cucus sana cucus. Anjiiirr. That second Ryan busted a girl here and there and Laila was pregnant.

Laila was my old High School friend.

I did not expect Laila could be broken into by the Ryan under the pretext of a freelance job at a booze company stand at the Capital Fair. Laila dikero++ Ryan heartlessly after being cheered by miras. Hhh...

Rice is already porridge. It cannot be made into rice.

And fatally again after impregnating the girl, the Ryan dipped police officers at a night club and his urine test positive shabu.

Perfect is morals minus the rich young master.

And apparently, Ruby was forced to cancel her marriage because the boy is now in prison.

But I'm sure, he won't linger enjoying the hotel prodeo. His money and power can buy his freedom any minute. Sure.

"I'm Ruby's husband for only one year?" cetusku after reading the contract letter offered by Mr. Hartono.

"Yes." Yeah."

"After that?"

"You're divorced. And you have the right to bring my Avanza car and a 7 x 12 meter tenement house on the outskirts of the capital."

Wow, emejing! A tempting offer for sure!

"Avanza's? Not Lamborghini?"

Rury's eyes look like laser beams ready to pierce my heart.

"No!" replied Mr. Hartono firmly.

I smiled thinly.

Bercandya, dress... Haha. Nego little can kaleeee.

Ruby also stuffed me with her hairless tail.

"With a note, never touch my daughter even if you're married. Because you're just a contract husband. Understood?"

Scroll Rury's face. His eyes were cold with no expression. Then I turned to look at Ruby.

The girl was silent.

I remember Mama.

For nine years we have been in a cold war. Since the events of my sweet seventheen party that gotot failed miserably, we kept our distance.

I never had a casual conversation with him despite still staying home from the pity of leaving Mama alone.

Since then, my father never showed me his nose again to Mama and Me.

They may have been divorced. Or, I don't know. Or maybe Mr. Joseph Indrawan was killed by his first wife. Who know.

Until we finally really lived alone in a simple grandfather's heritage house.

The house is already quite rotten. The ceiling is already fragile and some are hollow because cats fight on it.

If I have enough money, would love to renovate the house so that we do not leak if it rains big.

I'm angry at Mama. But that doesn't mean I hate him wholeheartedly.

Seeing the deep sadness in her life made me feel so much more sorry for Mama. Especially until this moment I am still alive hitchhiking and supported by Mama because the job is still odd.

But I also have no intention to find Papa and ask for an explanation about my life story that he shared with Mama in the past. Moreover, holding him accountable for abandoning us.

No. gabe. I was much more unwilling to find out the whereabouts of that bastard even until this second.

Let me and Mama be alone without her.

We've been used to living without him since I was a kid. His existence has been fictional to me all along.

Me and Mama, they don't need him.

Getting the offer of one car and a tenement made me think of Mama.

We really have to change. Have to move on and not keep thinking about the bleak past by staying at home full of bitter memories.

Who knows, the tenement of my freedom with marriage can bring good to me and Mama in the future.

"OKAY. I accept Om's offer."

There was a sigh of relief from Mr. Hartono Abdi, Papa Rury and Ruby.

I also finally signed a prenuptial agreement made by Mr. Hartono Abdi.

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