You're Doubling Me for a Widow.

Raids

"It's late, go home!" he muttered Renita to Malik who was still at home sitting next to her.

While the other, the mother. Father and Sheila were on the edge in their respective places.

"Dear get some rest soon too!if so I go home first, tomorrow morning I come back with all the preparations for our wedding!" Malik got up from his seat even though it was a bit heavy to leave Renita.

"I think .. better think about it again, because I don't want any regrets later. Given my condition like this," Renita continued while looking down deeply.

"Honey, why are you talking about it again? why do you still doubt my feelings and my intentions? haven't I waited years for the right time to be together!" malik said as he stared fixedly at Renita who looked down deeply.

"Verily ..I have no doubt and I believe in you! but what I doubt is the other party who might not like our togetherness" Renita said while squeezing her palms alternately.

"You mean ... what other party, family?" Malik frowned.

"Yes, maybe. But .. Yes, that's it!" Renita shakes.

After that Malik turned his body which then walked closer to the door.

Renita looked at Malik's steps, who turned his head back with a smile.

"I forgot, he he he ... Assalamu'alaikum, dear ..." Malik was standing by the door with his hand holding the handle.

"Wa'alaikum salam .." Renita replied while meseming.

After Malik was no longer there. Renita also lay down towards the baby and gently rubbed her head with affection.

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The night is getting late, time has shown at 01:30, while Sharon has not yet seen the trunk of her nose! Azam looked riled up and paced his way to and fro. Occasionally look at the clock that keeps turning.

"Where did he go? this hour hasn't been back and forth, the longer it's become more people! what kind of wife doesn't come home at this hour? it's not clear what I'm doing!" Azam stared at the main door.

Then Azam asked the mother who happened to want to take warm water to brew her milk denis.

"Mr. Madam when to leave! from when?" search Azam with a rather fierce tone.

He was silent with a little fear.

"Anyway honest!" pinta Azam was clear.

"Mrs ... leave ... at 09:00 am, Tu-Mr!" mbak looks hesitant.

"Letting at 09:00 in the morning, this hour hasn't come home yet?" muttered Azam while frowning.

Azam back and forth calling his phone number Sharon namu free just not active.

But for a long time there is an active number and Azam immediately check his gps, find out the position he is in, after being found out where the position is! Azam just got out of the house and came to his car.

A second later Azam's car had darted on the highway to come to Sharon's whereabouts. The wife who arrived at this hour has not returned home either.

"He's really playing me!" azam muttered in an annoyed tone and continued to drive his car at an increasingly high speed.

"It's so fucking rude of him! why is he in the hotel?" azam said after realizing that the GPS connected to Sharon showed that the woman was in a hotel.

"Review yes! if I find you messing around, I'm Miss*uh you. Habits continue to be. Less what a respectable woman a wife! be noticed and endowed ... still just wander!" Azam continued to monologue himself.

Until finally he pulled over his car in the parking area of a hotel, where Sharon was thought to be there.

Brugh ....

Azam slammed the car door then he rushed in half running, looking for the whereabouts of his wife, Sharon.

Azam and several hotel parties were standing in front of the door of one of the rooms that were believed to have been occupants in the room.

One of the hotel employees, unlocked the door of the room. And slowly handle the door in the open and push it forward.

After the door opened, of course, Azam who wanted to first enter the room, also to make sure what was right in the room there was his wife with whom and what?

How astounded Azam was when he saw a pair of men on the bed! who was doing the struggle without a blanket covering the two.

The two stomped up and quickly pulled down the blanket to cover what was being exposed just like that, Sharon and her partner were greatly shocked by the raid in the room.

Moreover, there was Azam standing with clenched hands, a red face looking angry.

"Mas, why are you here?" sharon's mumbling stammered.

"What are you doing here? you're my wife, why would you sleep with another man?" snapped Azam and immediately turned his gaze towards the man who was with Sharon.

"I-i, M-Mas! Ma-Sorry." Sharon gurgling.

Surely making Azam more fiery and smoldering stimulates the anger that was earlier at home, plus again with a very striking view of the eyes, burning the heart.

Jebeeeett ....

Jebeeeett ....

Very quickly Azam beat up the man who was with Sharon. Even Sharon did not escape being the target.

Azam also slapped Sharon's cheek twice and fell on the bed

"Auwh .. I'm sorry, Mas. I accidentally Mas, I'm khilaf. Not intentionally!" sharon muttered while slumped on the bed. Fresh blood seemed to come out from the corner of his lips.

"Bad you are?how dare to room a hotel with another man? what do you think I am? I am your husband!" snapped Azam.

"I'm sorry, Mom!" sharon came back this time crying.

The hotel men just stood looking at Azam who was blindly attacking the man who had bullied his wife, being a spectator even directs his camera which is not approximately made live broadcast on one of their account medsos.

From the nose as well as from the corner of the man's lips, came out blood that flowed so fresh. He stared intently full of emotion at Azam who suddenly came and beat him up.

And when Azam was a little off guard, the man glanced to the side, where there was an ornamental lamp on the table. Then take the lamp which is directly directed and hit to Azam's head right on the back.

Brak ....

"Auaww .." his strangler Azam while holding his head that was painful, quail and dizzy knee was attached to the floor.The view was blurred, bin was twitching.

Then Azam tried to stand up straight and turned to the man, but the man immediately presented the lamp handle to the stomach of Azam. While the handle was pointed because the lamp house broke when it hit Azam's head.

"You, motherfucker!" azam then fell to the floor.

The atmosphere turned hysterical let alone Sharon screaming, people increasingly came as Sharon's voice cried out for help, including the security that came to the room.

In an instant, the news had already spread on social media, that the raid on a hotel involving a married couple.

In a hotel room, there has been a raid in which a husband raided his wife who was playing catch-all with a striped-nose man. Until it resulted in her husband and his affair collapsed with blood on the floor.

So crowded in the news, which in a matter of seconds spread so widely and crowded into conversation ....

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