It's not my fault, Lovely Reunion
Affair

It's Not My fault, Beautiful Reunion Part 3

By Sept

Not wanting anyone to see and misunderstand, Dari immediately pulled her hand. He kept his distance from Rio so that no one thought strangely. Moreover, she already had a husband and children. Dari was already feeling bad, since then Rio seemed to keep looking at her.

"I know you're not happy with your marriage right now" the man said suddenly. Rio seemed to know, that the house life of Dance all this time was not okay. Where does the man know?

During this time Tari buried her household problems. Even to her mother alone, Dari never vilified her husband. As if everything was flawless perfect.

Now, Dari was even more astonished, why did Rio speak like that. Does Rio know about his household relationship, know where?

"What do you mean?" tanya Tari then while staring at Rio full of probing. He was waiting for the man's answer and explanation.

"Not lie in front of me."

Rio's face seemed to know everything, and it made Dari even more uncomfortable.

"Rome ..."

"I already know everything," Rio said once again to affirm.

Dance inching, she took a step back, then her eyes looked around. Maybe Dari felt uncomfortable, and a little scared. Rio old attitude did not meet suddenly so.

Dari quickly stepped up, away from Rio and approached his other friends. Feeling the atmosphere increasingly uncomfortable, Dari also issued many reasons, in order to leave early.

"Cock rush, long time no meeting?" protest friends Dance. She felt like Dance was leaving too soon.

"Next time we get together again, this is me having urgent business." Dance for a reason to leave that place. For some reason, Rio's presence made him feel insecure.

"Yes, be careful. Don't forget the dress."

Dance nodded, then parted with those who were near only. The others he did not appreciate.

"OKAY. Bye .. I'm back first."

Dancing alone to her friend, then her eyes had met with Rio's eyes looking at her from afar.

"What's wrong with her" muttered Tari then hurriedly returned home.

"Rio is so weird!" inner Dance and hurriedly leave.

***

After the reunion and meeting, Dance began to dream often. Especially when her husband had started nagging her, protesting this and that, made Dance a beard.

Today, Dance life is going on as usual. Sometimes bored, bored and attacked with emptiness. Fortunately there is Ibel, at least that's the only entertainment Dance so far.

Tap tap tap

The god entered the room, and immediately played the order.

"Tomorrow I'll take a business trip, get the clothes ready." Gods rule, like bosses on subordinates. No matter the tired face of his wife. Tired takes care of the house and children who sometimes fuss.

"Rub it neater, yesterday it's a bit tangled."

This god usually rules and protests only.

"Hem."

"And that, why are the walls so dirty?" god Protest. He began to chatter and discuss things that are appropriate if you have children.

"The scribbled bell, Mas."

"How do you keep an eye on the child?" the man's scolding.

"The kids, Mas. Scribbles are common." Dance tries to defend herself, but when debating with the Gods, she always loses and is always wrong in the eyes of the man.

"There's a book, right? A little creative Dance," grumbled the God.

The woman only sighed deeply, then tidied up the house that her husband said was not neat.

By nightfall, Ibel was asleep. And Dance was tidying up all the scattered toys. My husband is busy in front of the laptop. Not in the office not at home, looks busy continuously, especially after rising office.

Every now and then Dari glanced, seeing her husband smiling in front of the laptop.

"Actually, God see what? Why is he smiling, looking so happy?" think Dance.

As the night progressed, Dari apparently woke up from her sleep. I saw my husband sleeping next door.

Dance's eyes accidentally saw a cell phone near her husband's head, just under the pillow. I don't know why, his hand grabbed the thing. All this time, she did not want to know the contents of her husband's phone.

Tonight, Tari opens a smartphone belonging to God. And can not be opened, must use finger print. Not lost sense, Dance slowly pasted her husband's fingerprints.

Seconds count, the phone screen was open perfectly. With a quick movement and a little nervous, Dance got out of bed. Then sit on the sofa of the room, while checking God's cell phone.

Nothing strange, WA messages are mostly from business partners and bank accounts or others. There's nothing to suspect.

Even if the gods start to cool, Dance is sure. Her husband must be faithful. Wherever God might change, they already have children.

When she was going to put her phone down, Dari picked it up again. He checked the gallery. There are a lot of pictures of Ibel, and the photos of Tari are only one and two. Dance stands, then looks glassy.

"It looks like it has to be on a diet!" then he muttered and smiled bitterly.

When it will return the phone of God again, there is even an incoming email.

Dance did not dare to open, fearing it was an important email from the company. However, he was aware. What do people send midnight emails for.

Instantly instinct as a woman directly work. Dance opened the email.

[So that afternoon the bag was ready, thank you. See you tomorrow night]

Panic dance, he then looks at the email message history.

He was even more shocked, when he saw photos that were not worth seeing.