It's not my fault, Lovely Reunion
Cheating Husband

It's not my fault, Beautiful Reunion Part 25

By Sept

Refusing a husband's request to have a relationship is a big sin, Panic Dance. Because God's gelagat seems to ask for oil service.

Maybe some of the flavors that once existed began to disappear. Instead of being complacent and carried away by the current when the God took a sip of his lips, Dance actually felt nauseous. Her hull felt gripped, and she finally excused herself to the bathroom.

The god hissed irritatedly, even though his own was already tense. It could be Dance cut just like that.

In the bathroom, Dance pacing. How'this? She was no longer appetizing when she would be invited to sleep together by her husband.

Dance rubbed her face, drenching her face with water flowing from the faucet. Then he looked in the mirror, looking for a way to avoid himself.

Rush Dance opened the drawer in the bathroom. Then take one pad. Though not an obstacle. But eventually he decided to pretend.

Dance out while holding his stomach, acting like he was having stomach cramps because it came months.

"Come here! You why?" ask God.

"Sorry, Mas. I'm getting stuck."

Hmh!

The god seemed to be riled up, then decided to sleep outside, or in the guest room. Free, Dance is not being used at this time.

After the Gods came out, Dance could breathe a sigh of relief. He then laid his body on the sofa. Then he scratched his head. Just this time he was playing around. Usually, even if not in the mood, if God needs service, then Dance will give it.

It must be because of PIL. Yeah, another dreamy guy in the heart of Dance. To deceive her own husband.

"I'm a sin, right?" Dance in thought, then move on and see Ibel.

He approached Ibel, then rubbed gently. He also felt guilty for his daughter.

"Sorry Mama, my dear."

His heart that used to be only for Gods seemed to be starting to split apart. His sincere love for his father Ibel is now beginning to erode. The once turbulent romance begins to dim and extinguish along with the unfaithful God.

It may be the law of nature, or the law of karma. I don't know, it's just that deep down in Tari there's a lingering feeling.

They start a relationship well, and then want to be good. When he saw his son, Dari kok was afraid, he was afraid that later Ibel would be taken from his side.

Dance shook her head loudly, brushed aside everything worst if she had to part, because the taste was starting to be nonexistent.

***

Her morning. Dance awake when the sun has not yet appeared. She cooked, because her husband was home. Instead of religious lectures because of food, Dance also prepared everything early in the morning.

Shopping in front of the complex, until the neighbors were astonished.

Dance just a smile, once her needs are done, she immediately returns. Not the type of dance must be a gibah first in the vegetable with the mothers.

Now, the fragrant aroma of Dance cuisine reaches the nose of God.

"What cooking?"

The god looked straight into the kitchen, then looked back. Ibel walked while whining.

"Mrs ... Ma ..."

"Sit down, Ibel. Mama cook first. It's gonna be over."

"Mrs ..."

The god immediately took his son. Dance glanced, her face was upset. Even though her husband is annoying. If Ibel is the same, it must be nice and sweet. The thought of parting was Tari timang-timang back.

In the next instant, there was the ringing of God's cell phone. The man then moved away from Dance. And put the Ibel on the couch.

"Beautiful," said the God to his daughter.

The god then returns away, like hiding something.

"What's? No way! I'll send you KB!" his angry God.

The man ruffled his waist, while occasionally glancing back.

"Evocate!" the Lord's word is cruel.

From the phone, a woman's voice cries.

"We're going to the hospital tomorrow! I'll be back in the afternoon!" god said and then turned off his phone.

"Who, Mas?"

The gods were almost surprised. Suddenly Dance was behind him.

"Office man, I need to get back!" the god said that he was lying.

Dance glanced at, and was in no confidence at all. Why do office people call so early in the morning?

***

Somewhere else.

Rio was standing on the balcony of his room enjoying the morning sun, his face implying something. His lips glanced at the smile.