FORCED TO BE TARNISHED
Not the First One to Happen

Chapter 1

(PoV Ocha)

A car driven like a road. It's never been like this for years. Especially because they are always well taken care of. The fuel is always in full. Just a little less, will be quickly filled by Ocha. With her husband Gun.

They each have their own car. Of course, their togetherness also decreases. Moreover, Ocha as a career woman with one daughter who has occupied the High School. While her husband is also a hard worker who in his brain is just business and business.

I rarely joke and sit together. In addition to their respective offices, at home also accompany them only mobile phones and laptops. To the extent that their own daughter always went with her friend out of nowhere.

"Okay ... Why is this a car, anyway? Very tumben, cake, junk," he chatted to himself while stepping on the brakes with berahan.

He got out of the car looking left and right. Who knows if anyone can help repair a car while on the roadside. None passed except the dum truck and the other buses. There's no way he's gonna lay it off.

"In the middle of the forest this is where people pass by." Icha is getting her babble out.

She reached for her phone to call her husband first. She was not sure if her husband would come. At least I could get the workshop people to come to where Ocha stopped.

Ocha had tried three calls, but none were accepted by Gun, her husband. He repeated up to ten calls, then picked up.

"Mas, where is it?"

"Still in the hotel. Why?"

"Car, Mas. The cake, it's broken, deh."

"Oh, I'm busy, huh." True to Ocha's guess. "A regular workshop phone, yeah. Let them come" Gun advised.

"Okay, Mas."

"Please send the location to Mas. Let Mas send it to the shopkeeper's number."

Ocha wrote down an address that she herself found difficult to mention. Forced to use location share maps. After sending the message, he checked the other short messages that came in.

He wondered why it had been so long for the mechanic to come. While Ocha has started to worry about being alone on the streets. About ten minutes later, a car stopped in front of Ocha's car.

"Ocha's mother?" ask a man with a makeshift workshop tool.

"Yes, with me. The mechanic?" Ocha did not know the man at all. Maybe a new employee.

"Yes, Mom."

"Owh, okay. Please check my car." After that I saw the cell phone. Swipe the screen while looking at the latest news from the office.

In about twenty minutes, the car can be started. The damage is not too severe. Ocha already felt that his time was in vain here. He should have gotten somewhere and could have made some money.

The words of thanks that Ocha conveyed, as the last meeting between the two. The problem of service payment, must go through the boss of the workshop owner. And it makes it better than having to make transactions in a deserted place.

Ocha in a hurry by driving a car. When at a red light, a shiny black luxury car is right next to it to wait for the green one. He recognized the car.

"Mas Guns? But who is he with?" he said slowly to himself.

He watched from the window. A little faint as Gun also closed the window. Moreover, the glass is black and the position of the car on the left. So it's hard to be sure.

The yellow light is on, then green and allowed to go. Now Ocha's thoughts are with her husband and the woman. To avoid the pain, he forced his heart to say that it was just an office friend. Even hotel staff.

Right at the city's famous restaurant, Ocha sees her husband's car parked. And it just so happened that he was going to eat there too. Doubt if for example they both eat even though different tables.

'Ah, this is a public place. Anyone is free to eat here, he thought, while deflecting the car to the end parking lot.

Ocha wished that her whereabouts would not be known by her husband. From the corner, he saw Gun who had been busy talking to the woman.

A waiter came over to give the menu catalog provided. With her heart mixed together, she ordered only meat and rice soup. No tea, no juice. Just a glass of warm water.

Just as he was about to feed the rice into his mouth, Ocha's eyes were fixed on Gun's hand holding the woman's fingers gently. It's really hot feeling Ocha. Rice that almost entered the mouth, now had to be removed.

He took a deep and heavy breath. Indeed, this was not the first time he had witnessed, but Ocha remained silent for the sake of a fairly long-lasting marriage relationship. All that is done, so that the household is completely intact.

In the absence of a mobile phone, I send a short message through a green application.

[Again in the office.]

Ocha silence. Gun's relief for his treatment. Quickly reply to a message from Ocha, but out of fear that Ocha knows her behavior. Ocha always sees it for herself.

[Whose same as?]

[Together some employees in the office. There was a meeting until the afternoon.]

Ocha left her desk and met her husband.

"Mas," call Ocha, right in front of Gun standing.

"cha? Wh-who are you?" Gun looked agitated and confused.

"The gas in the office?" ask Ocha. "So, this is what's called a meeting with some employees?"

"Ouch! What do you want, anyway? Haaah?! Appreciate, dong, temen, Mas."

"Seeks me to appreciate this woman? You're wrong, Mas?"

"Well, he's Mas' client, Cha. Narrate, dong."

"Client? With clients can you join hands? I'm the stupid one, are you, anyway, Mas?"

"The cha! This is Mas's client. Please keep the attitude ...," she asked in a suppressed voice so that no restaurant visitors could be heard.

"I'm not going to stay silent, Mom! I'm your wife. It's only natural that I'm angry with her husband's behavior with another woman."

"Mom! Not what Gun said. I am a hotel client. It's nobody" the woman argued in defense of Gun.

"I don't want to be horrified! You are PE-LA-KOR!"

"Hey! I don't like anything to bother, yeah! Remember that! I am not a girl! Understand!"

Without answering any more, Ocha spilled the dragon fruit juice onto the woman's shirt. Now the color of the shirt has changed from the original white. "Eat, tuh, honorable girl!"

"cha! Your outrageousness!" Ocha left them and just left. The food that was served was also not able to eat. It was all because of her husband.

Gun was still helping the woman clean her clothes with a tissue. Instead of chasing after his wife, he was engrossed in a woman he had not touched.

"You're not pa-pa, honey. Forgive my wife. He is, really." Gun said those words, as if feeling his wife was guilty.

"I'm not pa-pa, sir. But, look at this, my shirt is so broken. Well," upset.

"When we eat, where are we going? Did you bring any other clothes?"

"Nothing, sir," he answered. "Owh, I have a shirt in my bag. I just remembered."

"Paste the meal first."

"No, sir. No more taste. I'll go to the toilet first."

Gun's waiting at his desk. Cleaning services clean the floor affected by juice spills.

[Review you, Cha!]

A short message from Gun has been read Ocha. However, Ocha did not reply to the message.

"Yep, back to the hotel, sir."

Gun nodded and held Vhivie's hand in his mesra.

"Augh! Huh!" Vhivie was instantly like a person drifting in a river.

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