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205. Little sis

"That's Mas Rizky."

Nella stared at a photo on the screen of Ihsan's phone. The photo seems to be taken is still new, because the clothes Rizky wears are the same as before.

In the photo, Rizky is chuckling while looking at the pouting Risma. I don't know what's going on, but it looks like Rizky is taking her sister in on a joke. There was a man there too, standing right next to Rizky.

Around them are also many different types of car brands and colors. They are clearly at the dealer.

There was nothing wrong with the photo, only that Nella was astonished. Why did Ihsan show her that photo? And why also take pictures of them with their phones?

"What do you mean, brother?" Nella manatap tangent to Ihsan. But the bule man instead smiled obliquely and shook his head.

"You don't see. That's Rizky, right? He went with another woman. Must be that woman's cheating." Ihsan pointed at Risma's face on the phone screen.

"So, this brother's a ngaco." Nella gave the flat object to Ihsan's hand forcibly.

"What scandal? Don't tell me you're still crazy about her after seeing her cheating," Ihsan sneered while clucking in annoyance. "Rizky is not a real man. You were wrong for choosing him over me!"

"But Mas Rizky didn't cheat, sister."

"Then what is this? It's not like I've given you proof." Ihsan again showed the photo right to Nella's face. Nella's gaze was so fierce.

"He's his sister."

"Sister?" Ihsan's eye brows were linked. "Since when did Rizky have a sister?"

"He has a sister, brother. Brother two. One man and one woman."

"But when he's Rizky's sister?" Ihsan looked at Risma's face. I can't believe it because he knows her. The girl also always interrupted her activities in college. Ihsan was upset and did not like it.

"Indeed she's his sister."

"But their faces are not the same." Ihsan still denied.

"Should the sister be similar?" Nella looked annoyedly at Ihsan. The discussion about Risma really irritated him.

"should have. Or maybe she's a sister-turned-nice, Nell."

"How's sister?"

"Yes like confessing sister, but she's a bedmate. It could be like that, your husband's a pervert."

"Just kid! He's Mas Rizky's younger brother. Brother, don't just talk. Rizky's a loyal man!" he just doesn't accept.

"Wait for dong!" Ihsan again blocked Nella's arm as the woman was about to leave.

"What the hell, brother!" Nella brushed aside Ihsan's hand and glared at her.

"You're in such a hurry, I'm not done talking to you yet."

"I'm lazy to talk to my brother. Brother always vilifies Mas Rizky." Nella rolled her eyes lazily.

"Ah lebai you, Nell."

"Quick talking. I'm just gonna get home from here!" press Nella's upset.

"Say I want to meet Aunt Nissa first, why go home? Hmm?" Ihsan's eyes suddenly fell on Nella's bulging stomach, and suddenly her chest felt throbbing. It hurts in there.

"Oya .. Your content has been for how many months? It looks big." Ihsan's hand reflexes extended in that direction. Until successfully touched the distended stomach even though only briefly because it was pushed aside by the owner. Nella changed so much 180°, she was like a stranger and never seemed to like anything Ihsan did. "Mighty spy."

"That's it, but no need to hold it, brother!" answer Nella jutek. "Only certain people can wipe the child Mas Rizky," he added while rubbing the stomach.

"I am not a mean?"

"That's it."

"I'll be her stepfather later Nell. After you and Rizky divorced."

"Look, Mas Rizky and I are not getting a divorce!" nella is upset. He walked quickly out of the restaurant. Better to leave than keep serving him.

"If you keep chasing me. .. I'll call Mas Rizky right now!" threaten Nella while looking at her sharply.

Hearing the word of threat, Ihsan immediately released her hand which had been holding Nella's arm ever since. Then let Nella get out of front of him and into the cab that just stopped.

Ihsan stood up. But an idea came to his brain. 'Did I wait for her to give birth? Ah right too .. that's much better.' The grinning smile on his handsome face instantly imprinted clearly. 'Okay, I'll think about the plan first. This must also be exciting because Risma is Rizky's sister.'

***

Nella took a deep breath, then slowly threw it away. She was so relieved to leave her ex-boyfriend. Her neck was suffocating, claustrophobic with some swearing coming out of Ihsan's mouth for her husband.

Obviously he did not accept. For him now Rizky is the perfect guy. And only his.

'Why does Brother Ihsan keep on vilifying Mas Rizky, anyway? Feelings ... Mas Rizky never disfigured him.'

Before long, the sound of a cellphone call coming in, coming from inside the bag. Nella immediately picks it up and picks up the call that turns out to be from Rizky.

"Hello, dear ...," said Rizky from across the street. His voice was so soft and sounding friendly. Instantly the two cheeks were blushing red, melting with that affectionate call.

"Yes, Mum."

"Where are you?"

"On the road, go home."

"Begging Papa to take you to my office, huh?"

"To Mas Rizky's office?" Nella frowned. "What do you want?"

"You're just like that? You're not happy when you meet me, are you? So now don't you? Are you angry with me?" The series of questions Rizky immediately threw out. Questions that he thought were strange made Rizky think a no-no about Nella. Moreover, he recalled his wife's attitude this morning.

"Braight, Mas. I'm really grim. Banget. I'll just ask."

"Then anyway? I don't believe it. Looks like your love for me has faded, huh?"

"Ih, what are you talking about, anyway?" Nella grunts annoyed. "I was like that just a wonder. How did Mas Tumben ask me to come to the office? Usually I never like every time I interrupt work."

"Who said? I never told you that. Yasepah sorry, deh. We met in my office, huh? I want us to have lunch together. I have something for you too."

"Something what?"

"Secret."

"Must be fucked, right?"

Rizky chuckles. "No, I'll tell you when I get there."

"Oh, yasudah."

After turning off her phone, suddenly the taxi car that Nella was riding suddenly died in the middle of the road.

"Cock stop, sir?" ask Nella astonished.

"Attent, Miss. I checked the car first." The driver opened his seatbelt and got out of the car.

Nella watched from inside the car as the driver in a salty telly shirt opened the front trunk of his car. It was a long time ago and he decided to come down because he was curious.

"Why is the car, sir? A strike?" ask Nella as she approaches.

"It looks like it is, Miss. Sorry .. I can't take Miss to the destination." The driver looked at Nella with a bad feeling, afraid that the passengers would be disappointed.

"Oh, that's okay." Nella smiles. "I can have my husband, sir."

"Thank you, Miss."

"Together."

The beautiful woman was about to call Rizky, but suddenly a black car stopped near the taxi. The man in the car lowered his windshield and looked at Nella.