Disappeared Husband Married CEO
I'm pregnant Mas

"I'm pregnant!"

"What..?! where could Git! do I always have experience?

"It could be that the security you're wearing is leaking! exclaiming beautiful woman with an annoyed face

"Aarrggh! Yoga shuffles her hair in frustration.

"I want us to get married! I don't want this kid without a father! anggita said while folding his hands on his chest.

"Patience to Git! I can't possibly marry you right now, how Mesya felt when our relationship unfolded!"

"That's your business, Mas! I don't want to know, anyway you should marry me as soon as possible before my stomach grows!"

Prayoga took a rough breath and rubbed his face many times.

"You should be grateful to have my son! while Mesya who has been married to you for two years is not yet pregnant! lest the woman be barren!

"Shut your mouth Anggita! the woman you call barren is my wife!

"If it is not barren what is suitable for it? Suppose snorting sprain "Do you still love her Mas?! didn't you say yourself that Mesya couldn't satisfy you in bed!"

"Already... already! I don't want to make a fuss, someone's gonna hear our conversation here." Yoga drew Anggita in his arms "I love you so much Git, I ask be patient, we will definitely get married."

"All right, I'll give you one week. I want Mas to come to my parents' house in the village, to propose to me.'

Yoga takes a deep breath and exhales slowly "OK, okay... Next week we go back to your hometown and we get married there, but I beg you not to let Mesya know first."

"Are you going to divorce that barren woman? anggita asked as she stared fixedly at the face of the husband of Mesya Arandita her own best friend.

Prayoga nodded, as big as the sweetest smile on Anggita's lips.

Yes, Anggita is a friend of Mesya since sitting in high school, who would have thought that the jealous and greedy nature of Gita who wants to have a husband from her own best friend has destroyed the value of the Mesya household. the life of Mesya who has a good career in his boutique business and a handsome and established husband who works in a foreign company with a position as a manager. Anggita had planned something and ensnared Prayoga by indulging his bravery and taking Prayoga from the life of Mesya.

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No, tok, no, tok...

The sound of Hells's voice quickly entered Mesya's workroom.

Chequek!

"Hi Shay..."

The beautiful woman who was sitting in her contest and was making designs turned towards the door, the face of her best friend was nongol behind the door.

"Haii Git, come in!

"Did I not interfere with your work?

"You're rich to anyone."

Anggita went into the room and closed the door again, he walked up to Mesya's desk and put his briefcase on the table.

"Heh, your face looks radiant. Is there any good news?

"Of course, I'm very happy right now." A bright light with a smile on his lips.

"What good news? make me curious."

"Hm... I'm getting married next week!"

"Really..? Mesya was so happy to hear his best friend was getting married, even though as far as he knew Anggita did not have a lover. "Suddenly, who's the candidate? why don't you know me?

"The candidate, of course your husband Mesya! anggita said in his heart, again Anggita smiled with satisfaction, because he had snatched the husband from his own best friend.

"Hey, why are you smiling to yourself! where's the invitation." Mesya was so enthusiastic about hearing his best friend's wedding. What if she knew, the man her best friend would marry was her own husband.

"I did not celebrate a big party, just a simple marriage contract with my relatives, it was held in my mother's village."

"Whay? the wedding party was once in a lifetime Git, why not celebrate, you are already well established and work in the same company as Mas yoga.why even in the village?"

"I don't want to rival your fancy and classy wedding party when married to Prayoga, a party held three days and three nights." Anggita said, chuckling.

"Don't equate me first, it's not my lightening, it's Mas Yoga's desire." Mesya smiled proudly.

"Oiya Sya, I'm here to ask you to make a dress for the wedding reception, simple but elegant."

"Hmm, of course you can, but the time it takes is only six days to make two clothes, fearing not the maximum workmanship.if for a deal I can pursue anyway."

"Do you really want one that's already available at the store? there is a quality of premium and classy material." Meysa moved from her seat and showed some of the results of her design work.

"Nothing expensive either, my future husband is rich and royal."

"Not so Git, for my best friend I give it for free. Count your wedding gifts from me."

"Wow...! you serious?" anggita's face sparkled brightly, of course this is what he wanted, getting free clothes from his mad brother.

Aggita immediately hugged his best friend and pretended to sob on Mesya's shoulder "Thank you very much, you are indeed my best friend."

"Not to be sad." Mesya patted his best friend's shoulder.

Trings, Trings, Trings....

The sound of the phone ringing rang out loud, they broke down his embrace. "There's a call coming in." Mesya walked up to his desk and picked up the phone lying on the table. A warm smile was engraved on the lips of the beautiful woman.

"Hallo my wife darling..."

"Yes Mas, the phone collision at this hour. Not overtime."

"Dearn, I want to take you out to dinner, we haven't had dinner out in a long time."

"Hmmm...." Mesya had thought and turned to Anggita who was looking at him I don't know.

"Are you busy, baby."

"No, let's dinner outside."

"It's seven o'clock in the evening, so there's an hour left for you to prepare."

"OK!"

The phone connection was cut off, Mesya began to tidy up the design file he was creating.

"Who..?!

"Mas Yoga, he took me out to eat." Mesya smiled sumringah.

Anggita stared dislikefully at his best friend, jealousy began to spread in his heart "Have fun is you tonight, from tomorrow onwards, and so on, Mas yoga is mine and we will have the same standing as Prayoga Damarwangsa's wife." a sly smile etched on Anggita's thin lips.

"Git, I'll take a shower for a second. I'll only have an hour to do my makeup."

"Well, I'll go back first." The two of them are talking to each other.

"Sorry I haven't been able to shave your body for the dress, try tomorrow here again."

"No problem, I'll come back after I get home from work."

"Okeh deh bey..."

Anggita walked towards the door and pulled the handle, he smiled satisfied because he had tricked his sincere friend into it. After closing the door Anggita took the phone from inside her bag and contacted someone. In the second call came the voice of the person at the other end.

"Yes baby..."

"Mas we should see you now."

"What..? not now, honey, I have an appointment with Mesya."

"Whatever! if Mas doesn't want to see me, then I'll tell your wife everything!" threaten Anggita in between her steps out of Mesya's boutique.

"Don't do it donk darling.."

"It's up to you if you don't want to, I won't serve you anymore!" gertak Anggita from the end of the phone.

There was a sound of a long breath at the end of Yoga saying "Well, I'll meet you in the apartment."

"Okay honey, I'm waiting for you to come."

The phone connection was cut off, Anggita grinned "We'll see, Shay, who I need Mas yoga for, I'll give your husband the satisfaction you can't give! Open the car door and sit in front of the wheel. The car sped away quickly from Mesya's boutique.

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@This is Mother's 12th work. The story is different than what Mother has made. Tells the journey of the household betrayed by the husband and his best friend.the story that is heartbreaking and emotionally draining readers.the story of Pelakor is biming, and Mother tries to make a different story.

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