I WANT YOUR HUSBAND
Intuition

PART OF THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN REMOVED

"Hello?" Dhea answered the phone with her cold voice.

"Nindi, where are you?" ask a woman from the other end of the phone.

"Nindi? Sorry to be wrong," replied Dhea in a softened voice. Turns out the wrong phone was not a prankster or a terror.

"Well this isn't Nindi's number?"

"No, Mba."

"Keep who?"

"Yes, not Nindi" said Dhea.

"No way. I've been waiting for you for an hour. Where's nindi? this is Nindi's number." The woman on the other end of the phone sounded a little insistent.

"Misconnect, Mba. This is Dhea's number not Nindi's" Dhea replied no less firmly.

Phone is immediately disconnected. Maybe embarrassed or aware that they are misconnected.

"Judes is so." Juna threw a smile at Dhea.

"Misconnect and still a real stick." Dhea was a little upset. "What's? another phone?" Dhea pointed at her phone screen that was on, popping up the same number.

"Let me." Juna immediately picked up Dhea's phone and received a call. "Hello? Huh hello? Sorry you got the wrong call. Please don't call this number again. Thank you," closed Juna.

"Great courtesy" praised Dhea.

"The doctor should be polite," Juna replied by raising one eyebrow.

"So my nurse, I don't need a polite nurse. I don't take this to just anyone." Juna again raised one eyebrow. He was flirting with Dhea.

Juna's hobby did make Dhea upset. His entertainment, seeing Dhea upset and angry. He must have been blown away as soon as he saw Dhea's annoyed face.

As Dhea's apartment was shrouded in small laughs and small talk. Different from Rena's room far away.

He was still glued with trembling hands. It was as if lightning had just struck his ear. Surprisingly, his heart was broken.

"Dhea? that number belongs to Dhea?" Rena hissed alone. He never stopped biting his fingernails. He's not calm. "Dhea the nurse? Dhea has there been a relationship with Panji in the past?"

Yeah, the one who called Dhea was Rena. Rena pretended to look for Nindi in order to find out the name of the owner of the number she got from Panji's phone a few nights ago.

However, when Rena found out the owner of the number was named Dhea she was immediately upset. More chaotic, more chaotic than he had imagined.

"Nonsolent," growled Rena slowly. His teeth were cracking withstanding the anger. "If he really is that Dhea .... " Rena grasped tightly the end of the pillow in her lap and threw it away. "I should how? Panji is going to divorce me!"

Rena crying sniffed. It feels unable to imagine his broken self must be further destroyed due to divorce.

"No. It is impossible for Panji to cheat. He's a good man. But Dhea .... " Rena's words digress, trying to guess her husband.

Rena looks messy. Not just his appearance, not just his hair that began to be ruffled. His heart is more broken. Now he really can't think straight.

"Dhea must be married. I heard a man picking up his phone earlier. Her husband? Yeah, it must be her husband or her boyfriend." Rena went from being suspicious to convincing herself. He hoped that his guess was wrong from now on. "What if it's Mas Panji? Wasn't it! That's not the voice of Mas Panji. There's no way I can't recognize Mas Panji's voice. I'm his wife. I have to make sure again."

Rena switched back to her mobile phone. No longer Dhea, he wanted to contact Panji. Yes, Rena wants to ensure the existence of Panji. She also listened to her husband's voice.

However, repeatedly Rena tried to call Panji, she could not answer. Panji didn't pick up the phone.

SERIATE....