C16 Lying

16. Lying

Mesya choked, her throat felt dry, even just to breathe she felt shortness of breath, and had to endure the pain in her chest over the words that were uttered by Rama. In addition to his scathing and painful words, the man also called her a cheap woman, which means Mesya was no different from comfort women who peddle their bodies to be enjoyed by johns on the streets.

"Be patient, Mey. I don't know what your problem is with Rama, but what is clear seems to be that he needs time to be alone. After all, he can't be far from you. If he doesn't see you in a day, he immediately becomes angry. grumpy." Nanda, who did not know when it would come, calmed down while rubbing her friend's shoulder.

Mesya, who still did not expect to get hurtful words, just nodded slowly.

"Okay, let's go back to class again. Oh, Mr. Ilham has been messing around, telling me to follow you." Nanda chuckled, pulling Mesya's hand.

The woman, again, nodded and followed Nanda's manly steps. A true tomboy.

After a few hours the class finally ended. There was no material to be studied, the lecturer only conveyed the thesis and the trial which would take place sometime in the future.

Again, Mesya looked at her thesis sheet which was crossed out in red ink. She sighed tiredly. Rama's words were able to make her mind seem to be suppressed, then fall. Plus having to fight back to revise the thesis, it could make Mesya crazy.

In the end, the boarding house was her choice. She had already thought about going back there, so that questions would not arise in her sister's mind while thinking of ways to apologize to Rama.

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In the office where Rifki worked. A handsome man like Ari Wibowo pressed the call and contacted his second wife. On the third call, then the owner answered. "Assalamualaikum, Dear," Rifki said after the call was connected.

"Waalaikumsalam. Afternoon, Dear," Mesya replied after answering the greeting.

"What are you doing now? Are you still on campus?" Rifki asked while imagining Mesya's blushing face.

"I've gone back to my boarding house. Incidentally, today I only heard about lectures, so I went straight back."

"Oh, how about it, have you finished taking care of the thesis?"

Mesya suddenly became lethargic. If her husband knew, her thesis was rejected, even though she wholeheartedly made it even stay up late.

"Why are you silent?" Rifki asked when there was no answer from the other side.

Mesya took a deep breath. "It's not finished yet. Rejected again by the lecturer."

"How come. Okay, can I go there? Later, I can help you with the thesis."

"Are you serious? Please,don't make a joke. After all, you were working." Mesha cheered.

"I'm serious. Yes, it's true. After all, I already miss you" Rifki also looked happy because he would meet his wife. He had already imagined what he would do when he met Mesya, his shy wife. Even though it could not be combined, that did not mean it could not be done in other ways, right?

Rifki felt happy. After marrying Mesya, his mind was not far from the name of making out. As if to become an addiction, when he got new stuff. It was different when he was with Resha ten years ago, he was ordinary and tended to be unimpressive. Because their children were also present.

"Okay, okay, I'll be waiting. Do you remember the address at that time."

"Yeah, I remember." Rifki hangs up the call.

At the same time, the door to his room opened and revealed his other wife there.

Rifki's brow furrowed, staring at Resha's arrival. He smiled awkwardly as he got up and kissed his wife's forehead.

The woman herself just took a slow breath. "Surprisingly you were here. What's wrong, Resha?"

The two of them sat on the sofa. Resha put her LV bag on the table. Then looked at her husband in surprise.

"Do you want to go?" instead of answering, Resha asked again.

"Um, not really. It's still office hours." Rifki reasoned, his eyes glanced at the clock on the wall which showed eleven o'clock in the afternoon.

There was no reason for him to go, because there were no meetings or events to meet clients outside the office. As for being honest, his mouth felt heavy to say.

Resha's eyes narrowed, looking at her husband who was clearly lying. Even though she heard all the conversations of the man clearly. Resha was already standing when Rifki made the first call, but she did not come in because she was curious and deliberately overheard her husband's conversation, who was certain who he was talking to.

"Oh, okay. I was going to take you to lunch, but it seems you won't want to. So yeah, it doesn't happen. I just want to invite my friends."

"Unusual of you," Rifki gaped in disbelief at the invitation and was surprised by the cancellation that was made directly.

Resha did not answer. She stood followed by Rifki who kissed her forehead gently.

"Be careful, Dear. Remember not to come home too late," Rifki said meaningfully.

Meanwhile Resha was silent and walked away. After closing the door, the woman felt a sudden tightness in her chest. 'This is what it feels like to be seconded.' Resha pressed her chest while taking a deep breath.

"Are you okay? Should I call Mr. Rifki?" the secretary asked not far away who looked worriedly at his boss's wife.

Resha shook her head slowly and then walked away without intending to answer. Resha, who was in a high position, felt that she did not deserve to interact with lower-class employees. Not her levels!

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The black BMW finally drove slowly out of the ten-story office building. Resha, who was still faithful in her car, ordered the driver to follow where his Master went. The woman waited almost twenty minutes because she wanted to prove her husband's words, which turned out to be lying behind her back.

"Don't mess with me, Rifki." The words just came out of Resha's mouth. The car took a long time to chase the road users in front of it, circling through the streets of the capital where the weather that afternoon felt hot to the skin.

Not long after, her husband's car stopped at a second-class residential area, which was not too shabby nor was it luxurious, but quite clean with a neatly organized environment.

"Just stop here," Resha suggested to the driver.

"You want to come down?"

Resha nodded slowly. Her face was not as bright as usual. Her mind wandered all over the place. Thinking of two people of different sexes, surely in the end have sex.

"We're going home, now."

"Are you sure you don't want to follow the master?"

Resha shook her head, then sighed. Her chest felt tight, making her mood messy. Going home was the best thought for her at that time.

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Rifki waited in front of the gate which was almost two meters high waiting for his woman to come there.

After meeting, Mesya brought her husband to the owner of the boarding house to ask permission. Because it was not arbitrary, men were allowed to enter the place.

"Her husband?" The owner of the boarding house looked a little surprised at the two of them, because he knew that Mesya already had a lover, namely Rama.

However, he did not want to bother when he saw the red sheets that were offered by Rifki, which amounted to almost ten pieces. They were allowed to enter without further questioning. "These days, people who marry are considered a toy," he mumbled softly, shaking his head.