[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Drunkards

A woman was sitting at the dresser in her room. He held a pen and a small calendar on the table. The tiny hand is directed at the number listed on the calendar which is only the size of a notebook. He crossed out a number that was at the very bottom of the tip.

"It's been three months. Very quickly time passed," muttered the woman who was wearing the nightgown.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror surrounded by white LED lights. Love looks so charming even though there is no makeup polish on her face. The beauty of the woman is completely natural and what it is. A knotty smile emerged from his full lips, but it also looked bitter together.

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A young man was sitting with his head rested on the chair of a large-scale company. He smokes with the pleasure of a cigarette in his mouth, sipping the tip of the cigarette while closing his eyes to enjoy the smell of tobacco that flies in the wind. Tonight the sky was bright, the star spots could be clearly seen from the large glass window where the man sat enjoying the night view of the city.

"Sir, there's no more work for today. Is the Throne not coming home?" ask an assistant who is tidying up the files on the desk, hoping that the boss will give him freedom soon.

The throne threw the cigarette butts in his hands in any direction. On the floor there were so many other cigarettes. There were also a few beer cans in the room.

"I've been drinking this shit*n drink every day, and I'm drunk every day, too, but. Then ... why don't I remember what happened that night at all?" muttered the Throne with his sharp and deadly gaze.

Yes, it's been almost a month since the startling morning incident, but the Throne still doesn't believe it. Bella continued to urge and reassure him that they had done the intimate activity. However, the utterance of Love is not enough to convince the Throne.

The real Throne wants to mend its relationship with Love, undoing its intentions. He's been a drunk the last few weeks, even back as he used to be, coming home when the night was in the middle. It was very embarrassing to see his wife. He doesn't know how to.

"You've never had alcohol before. Your tolerance for alcohol is also low. It may be that you drink very high levels of alcohol. Some people will indeed forget what he had done while drunk," explained Reza who had stood firmly behind the Throne.

The throne again tried to remember when his male friend thrust the wine glass. The red color and smell of the wine is not so foreign. The Throne is pretty sure it is a high-end wine that is usually often served during business meetings. It felt impossible if it could have such a bad effect on his memory. Throne of brim*s can of blue beer in his left hand violently. The strongly depressed can was dented, even his voice made Reza raise both eyebrows.

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Love is working on a material summary to fill the class tomorrow. Accompanied by her favorite Korean drama, the lentic finger of Love danced wily over a black laptop keyboard. Love's eye tails glanced at the digital clock in the bottom right corner of the laptop screen.

It's ten but he hasn't come home yet. Is he going to be overtime again today? His attitude is very strange. Sometimes good, even so good can make me misunderstand, but then .. the demon back again, the inner Love scolded her shoulders while curling the tip of her lips down.

Love was about to play back his finger on the keyboard, when suddenly the sound of the doorbell rang out loud. The silent night makes the slightest sound will sound louder and echo. For a moment the woman knitted her two eyebrows. But soon he went to open the door.

"I–ini? He's drunk again?" tanya Cinta while pointing to the Throne which is being fulfilled by her personal assistant.

"Actually .. a little, Miss Love but ... The Throne sir seems to be not feeling well."

Reza stepped in and took the master to his private room on the second floor. Actually it is quite difficult to climb the stairs while using a muscular body and larger than him. But as a man he could not refuse the request of his master's wife. Immediately Reza stretched his muscles after laying the stocky body of the Throne on the bed.

"Thank you for the help, Za" Love said sincerely.

"No problem, Miss Love. Em ...." Reza seemed hesitant to continue his sentence.

Love still stood looking at him, waiting for the young man to finish his words.

"It seems Mr. Throne likes you. When he's drunk, he always says he feels guilty for making you suffer." Reza immediately said goodbye after conveying what he wanted to say. Yes, he was very concerned to see the condition of his superiors the past few days. He was like a person who no longer had a spirit of life.

Love sits beside her husband. He looked at the masculine face carefully. Reza's words just now made his heart suddenly rustle. Do I deserve to hope again? I'm afraid I'll just be a duck who misses the moon.

Love extended her hand. Directing the tiny palm to the cheek of the Throne and stroking it gently. However, he stopped his hand movements suddenly as heat swept across the surface of his skin.

"You really sick?" Love clings the back of his hand to the forehead of the Throne to be sure, and rightly so. The man lying helpless was feverish.

"I think you're a monster that can't fall. It turns out you're human too" booed Love with a wry smile at the Throne that couldn't possibly respond.

The woman painstakingly took off her husband's shoes and suit one by one. "Basic drunk. This is your weight. Jesus, the smell of the cigarette ...." Love continues to complain of annoyance while trying to remove the black coat of the Throne.

Love swallowed his saliva heavily when the buttons of the white shirt were already half open. The stomach with a square-shaped protrusion numbering six is clearly displayed in front of him. On purpose, the hand of Love pressed the meat that seemed not fatty. Pipi Cinta blush like a tomato that is ready to harvest.

Geez, my heart feels like it's about to jump. Should I continue until the bottom? I could have a heart attack like this every day. If this is a comic, my nose must have been nosebleed, Inner Love while glancing at the dangerous area that has entered it.

"Ah, stop. He's still my husband, too, so toyiban's goddamn thing, right."

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