Wife Revenge Wasted

What a strange attitude

The sound of footsteps rang up the stairs, the sound coming from the wedges of a middle-aged woman who was heading towards Andrew's study. Widi, the woman knocked on Andrew's office door and opened it slowly. Andrew who was preparing some documents turned his head.

“You're ready again?” ask the woman.

“Iya. There's a meeting with a client at nine. What's up, Mah?” The man was still tidying up his documents and then he put them in his briefcase.

Widi walked up to her son, then sat in the front seat of the child. “Mamah denger, semalem you guys fight. What's up?” Apparently this woman was curious about the noise last night. Although it did not sound clear, he was very sure that the noise between Andrew and his son-in-law.

“Mamah denger?” Andrew asked, his face looking upset.

“It is, Mamah denger. The voice people snapped you up very fast. What the hell is it?” The woman was getting curious. Within a year of his son's marriage, only this time he heard Andrew speak loudly to his son-in-law.

Andrew exhaled violently, then gulped down the water on his desk. Her heart was turbulent given Anjani's request last night. After he calmed down, he looked at Widi for a while. “Jani asks for divorce,” says the man is full of emphasis.

“What? Divorce?” Widi reflexively stood up hearing her son's answer. “Kok can? You mean Mamah, how dare he want a divorce from you? Does he know who he wants to divorce? Sanjaya's eldest granddaughter. Where the hell is his mind?” The woman did not stop thinking about hearing Anjani's request.

Andrew did not stop. He sat in his chair, then lowered his head which he massaged because of dizziness, he could not sleep last night.

“Why are you silent? You haven't answered Mamah's question.” Widi pulls Andrew's hand to answer his question immediately.

Andrew was forced to raise his face and look at Widi with a confused face. “She saw me with Cheryl.” Andrew's answer was slow, but surprising.

“How much is it?” Widi is getting curious.

“Yes, look at me with Cheryl again,” Andrew did not continue his sentence, but it seems Widi understands.

“Gosh. You why the hell don't you pinter-pinter hide such a thing? Do you know that you and Anjani can not get divorced?” The woman was getting upset.

“Iya, I know, that's why I'm confused.” Andrew moved from his place, he looked out the window, the air outside was very fresh, but in his study it was very stuffy and arid. Maybe because he was confused, his mind was dead.

Widi walked up to the son and stood beside Andrew. “Mamah know, your marriage with Anjani is torturing you. She is not the woman who should be your wife. Mamah understands that. But, if you get a divorce, it can endanger us. You have to give up this time. You apologize to Anjani and say that you will fix everything.” Widi gave her son advice. He felt this was the only step Andrew had to take.

“Lagian, how dare that woman ask for divorce? She does not realize what her fate is if she gets divorced with you? There are men who want to be with him. Especially after she was a widow. She wants to throw away diamonds for self-respect. Live enough with self-esteem?” Widi is back chattering, but Andrew is not chiming in.

The man still remembered how calm Anjani had been when conveying her wish. It was as if the woman had been very prepared with all the consequences after their divorce. Finding Andrew only speechless, Widi notices his son's truth. He rubbed the back of the son who looked tense.

“Udahlah, you follow Mamah's advice. Be nice, Anjani. Although sickening, try to seduce him. He's a little withered, Mamah is sure he wants to rethink his request.” That one sentence Widi said with great earnestness.

“You focus on Anjani first, don't think about Cheryl. That woman is not going anywhere.” Widi tapped her son on the shoulder before leaving.

After Widi's departure, Andrew remained silent in his place. He pressed the push button on his phone and then turned off the flat object. Widi is right, at the moment he has to focus on Anjani.

In her room, Anjani still made her bed. He changed the sheets as well as pillowcases and bolsters. Without even expecting it, Andrew went into his room. Anjani immediately turned her head and put all the dirty cloth in the laundry basket.

“Baju Mas already I ready, wait a minute I wash my hands first,” said the woman. The owner of the stocky body moved nimbly towards the bathroom. He washed his hands before taking Andrew's shirt from the closet. “This is Mas,” the woman gave her shirt to Andrew.

Andrew took over his clothes, then took off all his clothes in front of Anjani, leaving only the inner cel4n4. Anjani immediately looked away, seeing what her husband was doing. His current position is still as a husband and wife and his feelings are still pounding at what Andrew is doing. However, he tried to ignore it because one day he had to get used to not seeing this man in any form. He continued his work of changing the sheets as well as folding the blankets.

“I'm sorry, Mas.” After that he came out of his room with a laundry basket. Andrew did not chim in, his breathing sounding heavy. He proceeded to tidy himself up after it came down following Anjani.

“Breakfast first, Drew,” call Widi.

“Ngak Mah, I'm late. I had breakfast in the office.” Andrew reasoned. He wants to see if Anjani still cares or doesn't see himself going without breakfast.

“Bawain breakfast dong Jani, for your husband. When he left for work on an empty stomach?” Widi's voice reminded me.

“I-iya Mah.” Anjani looks clumsy. Nevertheless, he still took some sandwiches that he arranged in his lunchbox and put them in a small bag. “This Mas,” Anjani gave the provisions to Andrew.

“Bring to car.” The man passed first without waiting for Anjani's approval or rejection.

Anjani soon caught up with her, however, Andrew was still her husband whom she had to obey and respect. It's just that a sudden change in Andrew's attitude like this was too shocking. Out there he saw Andrew had gotten into the car, but the door was still open. “This is the provision, Mas. I put it here ya.” Anjani placed the box in the passenger seat next to Andrew. She also crucified her husband and it is not expected that this man kissed the head of Anjani.

"Hey, this isn't a dream, is it?" Anjani who was surprised, asked her own inner self.

“Later noon, I'll pick you up for lunch. We talked about your request last night.” The man chimed Anjani with an unusual sentence.

“This jiang?” Anjani looks shocked.

“Hem.” The validity is short, then biased because of the sound of the car engine running. Not much time spent Andrew with his wife, he immediately left Anjani who was confused.

Anjani did not think. What do you want this guy for real? Why should there be a lunch?

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