Turns out He's Just Mine

Falsehood

Tonight Mila awaits Imran's arrival. More precisely his return. I don't know why and why the end of this Imran often come home late at night. Even the food that Mila made was often thrown away. Although Imran still loves and loves her more, but Mila still has a suspicion on Imran.

Chequek...

Imran opened the door of his room, Mila immediately approached him.

" Have just come home? Is it overtime again?" Ask Mila.

" Yes dear." Sahut Imran kissed Mila's forehead and cheeks.

" Why is it that every time you come home from work your clothes are different from the ones you wear when you go to work?" Mila looked at Imran.

" Every afternoon I take a shower in the office baby, then the clothes are washed in the same OB office." Imran Sahut.

" Yes already clean first, Wait for Mas in bed tonight Mas want to come to you." Imran.

" Another?" Ask Mila.

" Dear, I'm addicted to your body." Imran vulgar Sahut.

" Of you, I'm not bored of what every night is so glum." Mila.

" Don't tell me I'm addicted, Wait a minute." Imran.

Imran goes into the bathroom to clean himself up. Five minutes later, Imran came out of the bathroom and approached Mila in her bed without wearing her clothes.

" Dear is ready." Imran.

" What are you ready for?" Ask Mila.

" It's ready to come to you." Imran.

" What are you." Mila Sahut.

Imran begins to kiss Mila's lips gently, her hand slips into Mila's shirt and plays in her favorite area. The two are carried away by each other enjoying the beauty of the night accompanied by the sound of moans and sigh*n of both. The universe bears witness to both of their love.

" Grandfather, I hope he's here soon." Imran said after finishing his game.

" Yes, yes." Mila Sahut.

Both sleeping while hugging after the same fatigue climbing the peak of wisdom*n.

In the morning Mila was cooking in the kitchen to make breakfast. When he finished, he put his food on the table.

" Morning dear." Sapa Imran kissed Mila's forehead.

" Morning Mas, Lhoh, it's been tidy instead of this weekend ya." Mila.

" Yes, baby, I'm overtime today." Imran Sahut.

" Old again?" Ask Mila.

" Yes dear." Imran Sahut.

" I want us to go on our honeymoon again but this time to Paris Mas." Mila said arriving.

Imran who was about to feed his food stopped his activities, He looked towards Mila who was staring at him as well.

" I'm sorry, honey, I can't." Imran felt guilty.

" Why can't you? Don't you want to go with me?" Ask Mila.

" It's not so dear, the next six months Mas a lot of work to be completed, Sorry Mas ya, Mas promise after six months wherever you want to go Mas will accompany him." Imran said his breath.

" Finally you don't have time with me Mas, Somehow I feel after I get closer to you you just stay away from me, I don't know what your obvious reason is you've changed Mas." Mila.

" Dear, don't think badly of me, no matter what happens, trust me if I've always loved you and will never betray you." Imran said holding Mila's hand.

" And what should I think? I want to try to trust you but doubt comes back to my heart, I'm afraid you're going to lie to me like you used to." Mila.

" I'm sorry baby, I'll tell you when the time comes, but not for now." Imran.

" What do you mean, Mom? Was my suspicion right all along? You have another woman out there?" Search Mila.

" No dear... Trust me, right now I am...

Drt ..

Imran's phone rings signaling an incoming call.

" I'm sorry dear Mas has to go at this time, Relax Mas still keep this loyalty, I Love U." Imran said kissing Mila's forehead.

Without hearing the reply from Mila, Imran immediately walked out of his house. Mila stared at Imran's departure with a raging mind.

" What made you turn out like this? If you dare to fool me again then I will really leave you, May this time I be able to do it." Monologue Mila.

Mila ate her own breakfast without Imran. There was sadness in his heart. His phone sounded. He saw a caller ID that was none other than Fisa.

" Hello Brother." Greet Mila after raising her call.

" No, Brother, what's wrong?" Ask Mila.

" Take a look at my friend who gave birth today, can you?" Ask Fisa.

" When can you?" Mila asked back.

" Now I'm picking you up." Fisa.

" OK I'm waiting." Mila Sahut.

" Ok thanks." Fisa's closing the call.

Mila finished her meal. After he finished he waited for Fisa while playing his phone. Before long Fisa finally pushed the horn of his car signifies he was in front of Mila's house. Mila immediately approached Fisa's car.

" Hi Brother." Sapa Mila got into Fisa's car.

" Looking very, Why? Is there a problem?" Ask Fisa.

" It's not just being alone at home anymore." Mila Sahut.

" Boyou Des where? Isn't Saturday a holiday?" Ask Fisa.

" Today Mas Des overtime Brother." Mila Sahut.

" Oh... We walk?" Fisa.

" OK." OKAY." Mila Sahut.

Fisa drove her car to the hospital where her friend was being treated. Half an hour they arrived at the xx hospital. Fisa walked towards her friend's ward followed by Mila behind her. While passing through the womb check room Mila caught a very familiar figure of a man holding a woman who was sitting in line in the waiting chair.

Degs...

" Mas Desfian." Mumbles Mila.

" Who's Mil?" Ask Fisa.

" Ah is not who Sis, Oh yes Sis I want to buy something first yes, Brother first I will follow." Mila.

" OK, call me later and let me know where the room is." Fisa Speaks.

" OK Brother." Mila Sahut.

After Fisa left her, Mila hid behind a pillar. He pulled out his phone and tried to contact Imran.

Tut's... Tut's...

Call connected, Mila looked at someone who was picking up the phone in her pants pocket.

" So." Sapa Imran even He forgot the word unfortunately made Mila's heart hurt like slashed.

" Hoo where are you?" Ask Mila.

" I'm at the office, I told you that Mas was overtime." Answer Imran.

Mila's chest felt tight, It was tight to hold back the disappointment in her heart. Any more... Imran lied.

Tests...

Tears were dripping down Mila's cheeks. He immediately rubbed it. He could not be weak, he kept staring at Imran who was still sticking his phone to his ear.

" So." Imran.

" Yes it is." Mila cut off her phone. Soon a nun's voice called out the name of the woman who was with Imran.

" Miss Vania." Call Sister.

Degs...

" Vania." Mumbles Mila.

Mila's heart is like a shred, Sick... It hurts to see Imran's arm in the arm held by another woman into the polystyrene room. Mila took pictures of the two before they were completely lost behind the door. After Imran closed the door, Mila approached the nurse who had called Vania.

" I'm sorry I'm a friend of Vania's, the patient who just came in, if I may know what my friend is doing here?" Ask Mila as reassuringly as possible.

" Miss Vania check Miss's womb, she's three months pregnant."

Jeduerrrrr

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