I WANT YOUR HUSBAND
Fretted

'Plak!'

Before Dhea finishes her talk to explain her relationship with Panji,

Rena slapped him first. It was so hard that it left a reddish mark there. Expressions of anger, disappointment, and sadness that make it more visible.

”You ... dare to want what is already mine. Foundational

cheap,” snapped Rena mixed with tears that were as strong as she could bear before.

"Don't call me cheap." Dhea tried to make her voice look tough. Now he was really trembling in fear.

"If it's not a cheap woman why flirt with people's husbands?" Rena gritted her molars. He pulled Dhea's long hair so inevitably Dhea approached Rena.

"Deliver!" Dhea yelling.

"Don't yell at me. You should apologize while prostrating instead of not even knowing yourself like this."

Rena hasn't let Dhea go yet. Rena keeps grabbing Dhea. He pulled Dhea's hair while taking her around the hospital lobby.

"Know this woman's face, don't let your husband be taken by her. Don't let you guys have the same fate as me." Rena's voice echoed through the hospital lobby. Every pair of eyes that were there looked towards them.

"Deliver .... " Dhea rebelled. He forcibly removed himself from Rena's grip. Until Rena's hand was filled with Dhea's hair that was left behind. Dhea was in pain holding her head.

"Don't yell at me. You're just a pel*cur that's a lot lower below me." Rena pushes Dhea down to the floor.

Starting from superiors, coworkers, until strangers in the hospital continue to look at him. Maybe Dhea would rather kill herself than go back to work there. He no longer has face.

Out of tens maybe even hundreds of eyes there no one wants to help him. They looked at Dhea with hateful gazes. Some even say that Dhea deserves to be treated that way.

”Slap me, embarrass me. I deserved it,” Panji's voice came from behind the crowd of people who saw Dhea and Rena. The banner twisted Rena's body to immediately turn away from Dhea and turned to look at her.

"I'm not going to slap you, Mom. I'm gonna kill you?" Rena was crying. Now tears flooded his well-kept white cheeks. "You can still stand up for this woman" Rena snapped.

"I deserve your anger!"

Rena is still with her silence. His body moved closer to Panji. He lashed his fist against Panji's chest repeatedly. "Hate you for me, you shouldn't have hurt me so far, Mom."

The pennant holds Rena's wrist. He held her tight and pulled Rena up to end up in his arms. Panji hugged Rena, trying to ease his wife's anger and sadness. "I'm sorry."

Dhea who was still sitting on the floor grew more and more poignant looking at Panji who just left her. Panji could only look at Dhea while continuing to hug Rena. Yes, however the wife remains number one. Don't dream, Dhea!

Now, Dhea was surrounded by people with demeaning gazes. Very scary. Dhea could not lift her eyes. It sniffed itself. No one saved him. No one helped him.

Only Dhea can help herself. He still hid his face and his tears. He let his long hair cover his face. Dhea tried to get up, stand up. He wished he could leave immediately, hide or die.

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