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h...," I

ally very satisfied. Even now, I smile as I feel a burst of warmth in my heavenly recesses. When my man roa

whispered softly, when I felt a

warmest hug I've felt in my married life for almost

love you more and more," he replied softl

y fresh, I really like it," I said while rubbing th

e got married, right. Are you not feeling well? W

the room which didn't help our eyes at all. My breath suddenly caught, when I could

pened. Check, then click. The room lights are bright. Makes my eyes so brigh

sta

who had just hugged me very warmly. We stared at each other for a moment with equally

made love to him. With my husband – Mas Rama. But, why be someone else, even I do

bed. And was getting dressed quickly. The man didn't fight back. He j

e this Arimbi!" Mas Rama snapped a

Mas," I groan

g. Really, I'm still very dazed and not fu

! Since when have you been like this!" he s

don't know, I don't know

the bed. Bang! My stomach hit the edge of the bed. Then Mas Ram

Arimbi!" he went o

Mas. I'm not lying," I whined, begg

eve you? You idiot! Of course I believe Ar. I BELIEVE YOU LIAR, YOU BETRAYED

this is the first time my husband was angry and furious at me. B

mehow the story of the foreign man could be in

RAMADHAN ADITYA DIVORCE YOU! AND FROM THIS

RRR!

man standing back to me. With trembling bodies, and clenched fists. E

. And threw me quite far towards the sofa in front of the bed. Mas Rama's chest rose a

that to me," I whined, while

t know what should I do. So that

is steps. I hug his back. But, again he p

thes to your apartment later. Because now, you h

the floor. grabbed the blanket and sque

Ram

sex with a man who is not my husband. But, where did I go wrong

and sprawled on the floor. If only there were no repeated knocks from the door.

nswered, when the door to

d in a blanket. I opened the door and looked out. There

e been banging on the door for half an hour. It won't even open." he

slept too soundly," I an

I have come home since last night. Then, why did you wrap your

sted, while gripping my grip tighter on

r breakfast. After that, who do you want to go home with? Your dear Ram

th. Mira's birthday with her husband is over. Of course we have to leave imm

utiful scenes last night. Then the divorce that fell on me

ompany me, sorry," said Mira, who was standing at

come home

was a voice I barely recognized. Which really, m

e con