WRONG BED (Blind Man)

Destiny is turning.

H A P P Y R E A D I N G^^

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In the house of Angga who just came home let alone welcomed by Sandra, the woman he called his wife had ignored him, precisely after Sandra became pregnant with her third child.

Her first child has died, precisely Sandra has twice miscarried and is now pregnant with her third child.

"And I want to talk" said Angga.

Sandra who was playing the phone glanced towards the sound source.

"Speaking up, I'm horrified." said Sandra focused back on her phone.

Angga let out a long sigh, this is how his daily time at home.

where he was never appreciated because once Angga was only an OB.

"I'm going to town B tomorrow, you want to come." continued Angga.

After much pondering Angga had already set his heart to forget his ego and apologize to Yura, his daughter.

Perhaps the reason why Sandra continues to miscarry is because of karma for her, more precisely because of Angga who dumped her biological daughter.

"Ngapain?." asked Sandra again, but still did not look at her husband.

And it makes Angga inflamed.

"I'm talking to my wife, not the same wall, look at me" Angga said firmly.

Make Sandra immediately close the screen of her phone then look towards Angga with her lazy face.

"You're noisy." annoyed Sandra immediately stood up.

"What! you said your husband was noisy?."

"Yes, why? you are noisy!"

Angga clenched his hand hearing Sandra's increasingly bold words on her.

she is much younger than Sandra but Angga is her husband.

"Where are you going, I'm not done talking!" angga said as Sandra walked past him.

Sandra stopped her steps then looked towards Angga.

"I bete, make me meatballs after that I just want to see you" said Sandra and then walked away.

Seeing Sandra's increasingly uncontrollable attitude makes Angga frustrated, now he feels the sense of being an unappreciated husband.

"Maybe this is also what Hana used to feel when she was my wife, I should not have made her hurt and also left her." Angga's mind.

Regret is always at the end of the story, now not only did he lose his happy life, but he also lost a little princess that he should be able to take care of and love fully his heart.

Yura, her daughter from her marriage to Hana, is the good girl whom she broke due to na*su while in her teens.

the household that the two were trying to live with only lasted a few months, until he was finally tempted with treasures.

Leaving the sincere for money, even to the point of not having the self-esteem anymore to become a mistress of a married woman just for her dream of becoming a successful person.

"Papa will meet you son, wait for Papa." muttered Angga, then went to the kitchen to make the food his wife asked for.

While in the room Sandra was upset when she saw Gibran's social media account which has now been updated often photos of a woman.

Despite being an ex but Sandra still feels curious about her ex-husband.

"I wonder, who is the woman who is now the wife of Gibran mas, surely she is not a woman carelessly considering the parents of Gibran mas matre." muttered Sandra.

Her marriage was over because Sandra was seduced by the figure of a bule man who became Gibran's old friend, Gibran's busy focus on his work made Sandra turn on the bule man.

During her marriage Sandra always lost control, not cheating not because of money but Sandra needed warmth in bed because during her marriage to Gibran the man was always busy with his work.

"Why do I want to spend the night with that hot guy, I feel like I want him back." muttered Sandra as she stroked her stomach.

She is pregnant, but there is no prohibition not for her to return to her hot ex-husband.

"Gosh I have to try it, um. for my son's sake." Sandra continued with a smile.

Whatever his ways he will get what he wants, because Sandra is an ambitious figure and does not know give up with what he wants.

At home Hana and Gibran who just finished bathing after his activities outside seems to have been wearing matching pajamas.

you could say those pajamas are couple pajamas.

"Road yuk." Hana asked.

Making Gibran who was drying his hair was immediately glanced at Hana.

"Where?." asked Gibran.

"We have a bike, right?" asked Hana.

"It's in the garage, why?" asked Gibran again.

Hana, who was combing her hair, approached her husband and whispered something in his ear.

"Can?." asked Gibran.

And Hana nodded.

"Come on." said Hana.

The metic motorbike Hana was driving through the streets of the city, the night was very cold but because of a close embrace of course not with Gibran and Hana who gave each other warmth.

This is the first time the two come out by riding a motorcycle in the bonceng, if the other couple in the bonceng her husband then inversely proportional to Hana who even hugged her husband.

"Don't be tight" Gibran said.

Hana chuckled softly as the erattan at her waist grew tighter and tighter.

Hana also just found out that her husband sabenerna is afraid to ride a motorcycle, even Gibran can not ride a motorcycle.

"Yes, the handle is tight." said Hana added to the speed of his drive.

And it makes Gibran further tighten the grip on the waist of the wife, despite wearing a helmet but still Gibran still remain afraid.

Both took the time to stop by the mini market, then buy some food raw materials.

like rice, oil, sugar, noodles, eggs and some other snacks.

After passing the journey that is quite time consuming which is 25 minutes finally the motorbike driven by Hana arrived in front of the house is simple but looks comfortable it.

"Are you ready?" asked Gibran.

"Ready dong" said Hana with a smile.

The two were in front of Hana's house, Gibran's father-in-law.

the whisper Hana spoke in her ear earlier was a call to her in-laws' house.

"Please bring one crackle, let the other two be me." said Hana.

But Gibran instead brought his third because he did not want to make his wife in pain, because honestly his groceries were heavy.

Hana walked first to the porch of her house, her hands felt hesitant to knock on her door, not nothing because Hana had not returned home seven years.

Tok.dok..

Hana knocked on her door.

Chequek..

Door's open..

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