Night at the nightclub, ah, so much fun. You sit on your husband's lap, his hands groping your very slim and petite waist. Sexy. You are bored because your husband, Sastra Bintara, keeps chatting with his co-workers.

Noticing the look on your face, Sastra just laughs softly and whispers. "What's wrong, honey? Why is your face like that, hm?" Handsome and firm, very suitable for Sastra.