It's not my fault, Lovely Reunion
Flawed Husband

It's Not My fault, Beautiful Reunion Part 8

By Sept

When God is busy with his mother, Dance at home is a little restless. Her mother-in-law sometimes complained that not to God, fearing that she would be even complained of getting worse.

Until finally the God went home, as usual. Just asking the child, whereas about Dance she was a little bit unflappable again. I don't know, maybe Dance is no longer interesting, making him bored at home.

Moreover, sometimes Dance only uses negligee, instead of happy his wife uses negligence at home, even God is uncomfortable. Dance seems to have no clothes, because only wear those clothes. The point was no longer interesting in his eyes.

Another case with beautiful women around him, whether it's subordinates, employees or other women. It must look attractive, beautiful and not smell of oil and spices.

"Prepare warm water! I'm gonna take a shower!" dewa.

Dancing doesn't say much, she does what her husband says. Not as wholehearted as before. He did his perfunctory because of the attitude of a God who has no reciprocity.

***

After bathing the God who was standing in front of the closet in his room, he looked back, seeing Dari who was giving the room with clothes that did not attract him at all.

For some reason, he saw a Dance that fixed her loose hair. The hair that had been tied up instantly fell straight and hung beautifully on the bottom.

"You're from the salon?" ask the curious god.

It was impossible for him to cheat like mother said, let alone be brought home. You must have misunderstood, God thought.

"Yes, can't you?"

The Dance Question made the Gods come to a realization.

"Can! Please. Than the money I give you keep on loving your mother. Mending wear for treatment," said the god who finished buttoning clothes.

Apparently he insinuated his wife who likes to send money to his family. God never rebukes, only he doesn't like it.

She is very loyal to her mother, especially the women out there. I don't know, it looks like God's starting to make a mistake.

"For the money I sent my mother, it was my own money. My savings, I'm not asking for the same. So don't talk as if I gave everything to my family" said Tari with a raised face.

"Where's your money? The only one working in this house is me! Where have you been all this money from? Hem?" chirp the God who feels the most good just because he is the head of the family and who makes his only living.

It was as if everything had to exalt itself, and everything depended on the man. This actually makes the dance more sour.

"Yes, I'll start looking for a job tomorrow!" challenge Dance later.

The god looked at him full of scorn.

"What do you want to work for? Hem?" ask the God in a dismissive tone.

Dance restrained herself, it was like she wanted to prove to God, that she could also make money.

While the God, after attacking Dance through verbal, he then turned into a kind angel when there was Ibel.

The man then took a hold of Ibel and played with his daughter. His love looks sincere, but the wife has changed because Dance is not as attractive as it used to be.

***

While playing with her daughter, the mother called.

"Yes, what's Mom?"

"Hows it? Have you told mommy Ibel?"

"Bu .. if to discuss that earlier, it seems like Mother is too rash. I'm sure Dari didn't cheat," said Dewa.

Not because he believed his wife was loyal, God actually felt his wife was exchanged added no sale.

Fat everywhere, his cheeks cubby, eat him a lot. If she comes home from work, it's definitely a fall dance. He did not know, all day his wife struggled with homework that seemed trivial but endless.

"You, never mind! What matters is that I reminded you!" the mother who was upset.

As for the Gods, he was only shaking his head.

"Part of who the hell is Mom .. There-is just," muttered the God who felt funny.

The god instantly focused on Ibel, his beautiful and adorable daughter. Apparently, the Gods always judge something by its cover only.

***

A few days later

The gods have returned, because it can not be long in Jakarta. Meanwhile, Dari is busy contacting her friend to find job information.

First he called Mia, and obviously a lot of work at the salon.

"Are you sure you work here? What is your husband the manager?" ledek Mia's. He did not speak seriously, only when he heard the story of Dance, he was upset himself.

"What is the monthly money reduced? Oh yeah, be careful. LDR husbands are dangerous, they can fret elsewhere!" cetus Mia who has felt like a victim of infidelity.

Dance did not become long confide in Mia. Because the fall must be a suggestion to separate. For now, Tari is thinking about the long term. Savings alone, he must find work so as not to be wasted by the husband's family and humiliated.

"Where to work? How's Ibel going?"

At night, suddenly a call came in.

"Hallo, tumben call?" tanya Dance.

"No, I was just curious. Did you get in trouble for what happened the other day?"

Dance smiled bitterly.

"No, nothing."

"Oh, good."

"Hmmm. Anything else? Otherwise, I'll turn the phone off."

"Nothing, that's all."

"Good night."

"Good night," Rio said then regretted for not speaking for longer.

***

Some days Dance searches for vacancies through the internet and her friends. Imagine looking for a fresh, attractive appearance. From there, Tari felt dead first.

Until one afternoon, he came to the clinic with Ibel Mia.

"It's hard to find a government now."

Mia smiled thinly.

"I have a nawarin temen. But it was last month anyway. Try coming to the company."

Dance looked at the business card, then shook her head.

"It's a big company, I retired early a long time ago. Don't want a dream" Tari chirped.

"Try me, this is the customer's wife here. Who knows who you are."

Dance was a little interested, then off the clinic, she went to a dress shop. Looking for office clothes one stel is very difficult. It's because of her belly. He bought a corset.

***

That day has arrived, Tari then leave her child in a trusted special day care. I don't know, after the ruckus with the in-laws first, now they're very quiet. If it was still sweet in front, now the bitter is blatant in the face.

That morning Tari was waiting in the lobby with other prospective employees. That comes very pretty, good looking. Dance instantly minder.

As soon as his name was called along with three others, they entered. Inside the room, there were already 3 testers, and one empty bench in the middle. Judging from the shape of a rather other chair, maybe his position is higher.

But why look at employee selection? Like a lack of work. And at first it was normal, like a job interview in general. However, when someone opened the door, some people turned their heads. Except for Dance, she focused on presenting herself.

Until he finally realized, the atmosphere became calm and quiet, he also turned around and looked surprised.