EX-HUSBAND BALIKAN YUK

EX-HUSBAND BALIKAN YUK
Episode 2 Split


Chapter 2 Separate


   Okay ... I have to see Suk Jin


now it's...  Video trending this time


it's been too much. But. how to get out, where many journalists


damn anyway.


                JiHyo stepped into the room, her brain while thinking about various things


way to get past those reporters. Ji Hyo finally decided to


stepping his feet towards the warehouse, his hand grabbed an old suitcase


it's been infested by a pile of fine dust, unknowingly his tears are beginning to drip, well


his brain starts to pucker up and remember the past.


                The flashback


“Yoyo, what size are you?” asked Suk Jin with his leisure..


“that's whatan”


“ya itu yoo”


“Hah?”   ji Hyo was still confused about


what Suk Jin meant .so ji Hyo followed Sukjin's point of view..


“Hoyyy PERVERT BASIS!!” Ji Hyo


shouting while pelting Suk Jin with – items around him.


“Otakmu dirty yoo. I also want to buy ingredients for you as soon as possible.


next week, you are afraid it will not fit, how the hell, or you buy yourself but you know first dong contents


apa.. kan ga seruu become.”


“Ih I don't want yaaa. Shame to know no, anyways as bright as that cake already


very mainstream, where not useful.kan basic clothes so in my closet is still.


a lot of. Mending a moment using a useful object that I do not have.”


“Can that be it ??  that's the fix


naturally, it is just your basic needs, but for the sake of my beloved yo-yo will.


I'll grant your request .”


“ihhh since when the hell beib you so belebay colossal drama.”


“he he he”


 “akutuh want as much as possible


useful that way, the robot that bullet to nyapu it so I don't need ntar nyapu, nyapu,


keep my suitcase a small suitcase


so if I move to where you don't bother, keep., you don't have to


enter makeup tools, clothes, all macem is redundant I already have a lot


home.”


“oke deh okee,, whatansih that does not make youuu.. later you choose your own item.


mau.”


want to surfrize..,”


*Flashback OFF*


                Ji Hyo wiped the suitcase


worn out, blowing the dust, tears back dripping to wet the tip


that suitcase, Ji Hyo grinned...


“Hai, how cute you are , you are forgotten yes, same .. I am also ..”


Ji Hyo immediately opened the suitcase and picked up the old and simple clothes,


he wanted to disguise himself so as not to


it was too conspicuous to escape past the group of reporters who had settled down


on that porch. After changing clothes, it was just jeans and a shirt


worn out, Ji Hyo grabbed her small backpack that contained only a few clothes


only, today he will not use his favorite yellow car, because it is still


on an undercover mission and wanting to get to her husband's band headquarters without


hit jammed.


                Ji Hyo guided the motor


maticnya from the front garage to the back door of the house this is the iron door


it has not been opened for a long time, this door is connected to a neighboring house in


behind the house, yes this house is actually the home of Ji Hyo's in-laws who have


long empty because in-laws now more want to enjoy old age with


growing crops in the mountains.


                There's no one


to think that an abandoned house behind the house is the house of in-laws


Ji Hyo, so Ji Hyo can go freely through that house. Subsequent to


a few hours struggling with the fatigue of the streets of the capital finally arrived Ji


Hyo to her husband's band's rehearsal headquarters studio. Throughout the journey he has been


his heart and tried to practice to hide his sad expression.


Arriving at the studio, Ji Hyo sneaked


entering the studio, how shocked Ji Hyo saw Sora the Backing vocal


the trending Twitter is in Suk Jin's lap.


“yoyo..!  I can clear it all..”


“Stop!! You guys shut up, I don't need an explanation


from you. It's all been clearly proven, that viral video, that scene I saw with my eyes,


and here's a picture message that terrorizes me every day ! Don't look for me, I


I'll figure myself out for a week, I want to be alone, but in a week


I'm not coming home, send the divorce papers to my mother's house!”