You're Not the First

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Sofiyah read Basofi's message of trust and disbelief but her heart tried to convince her that a Basofi could not possibly do such a crazy thing. Waiting at the door for hours until his wife opened the door for him.

This is a meteor garden series. The girl waited all night in front of the gate to be allowed to enter by the man's parents.

Sofiyah ate a snack that she brought until only a few left and drank water until half was left.

Sofiyah then felt sleepy and pulled the blanket to the chest and then began to close her eyes.

Checklek

Tok tok tok tok

Basofi tried to open the door wanting to know if the door of his room was actually locked by his wife or not.

"Yes...! The fried rice is ready!"

Tok tok!!

"Ay open the door!" Basofi is still trying to seduce his wife.

"Well... I'm sorry!" His voice sounded slurred. If only Aya knew it turned out that the tip of Basofi's eyes were wet, of course, he would be trenchant and lethargic.

Sofiya who could not sleep waited for her husband's words again. But unfortunately it's deserted. Babas no longer speaks. He rolled his body to the left and to the right feeling restless and agitated. He who had been accustomed to sleeping in Basofi's embrace now longed for the body's distinctive smell.

Aya felt her body was very tired but her eyes did not want to close to go to dreamland. He missed Basofi's embrace and the warmth created when the two were close together without a word. For a long time he flipped his body over Basophi's bed. Maybe because it has not slept there long the mattress does not spread the distinctive smell of the owner, there is only the smell of detergent that reaches the olfactory senses Sofiyah.

Because he could not sleep, he woke up and chose to play with his cell phone. For a long time he struggled to see Instagram trying to find Instagram owned by Basofi but did not meet also. It's like a stalker now.

Through Mikail's instagram he finally traced his followers and could see some photos of Basofi with various girls with various poses and styles. From local to bule. From brown to white. Variety of hair patterns and colors.

Sofiya drank the water until it ran out because her throat felt dry. He got out of bed to get down, took some water and cooled his head.

The narrow girl who now had red and swollen eyes because she had just cried opened the door and was shocked because Basofi was leaning against the wall while carrying a fried rice plate. The man immediately stood up straight when he saw Sofiyah open the door.

"Astaghfiraladzim!!!"

"Yes.....!"

"But!!! just be surprised!!" The girl stroked her chest in shock.

"Sorry!!" Koko Babas held up the plate with both hands for Sofiyah to see.

Seeing the pretentious behavior of Basofi, Sofiyah immediately went back into the room and climbed on the dispute belonging to Babas. He had forgotten his intention to take the drinking water below.

Sofiya immediately pulled the blanket up to her chest and turned her husband back. Basofi took his breath knowing he had to try to persuade his wife and that took extra patience.

This was his first experience persuading a woman because girls who had been close to him no one dared to lash out let alone mess with him. If there is something like that usually Babas even happily leave the girl. And that's been an open secret for his fans. In group wa, each other warned each other not to try to sulk and sulk at the playboy.

Babas put his cold fried rice on the table and lay down next to his wife. Being in a blanket with Aya feels warm and soothes his soul.

"Ay, sorry!!" Basofi hugged his wife from behind.

The man who usually had a mouth like chili suddenly became melow and Sofiyah Actually also could not bear to hear his clear voice like that. Ask for forgiveness. Something he had never seen in knowing Basofi. But this time he chose to maintain his stubbornness. Choosing to vent anger that has been buried in the chest piled up in the head.

He brushed Babas' hand away, saying, "Not hold on!"