
"Raymond!" miranda's cry grew louder and harder banged on her son's bedroom door. The annoyance she felt when her husband so defended Viona, made Miranda angry. Disappointment at the threats that her husband often gave her, made Miranda overwhelmed with deep irritation. Since her husband had gone to work, she wanted to vent her frustration to Viona.
Ray who heard the sound of the door banging rubbed his face rough. "Mom why bother him anyway, huh?" muttered Ray involuntarily upset because of the activities he was disturbed suddenly.
Ray got down from the bed, stepped towards the door. Then he opened the door. "What's up, Mah?" raymond asked with a look of annoyance from his handsome face.
Miranda squinted suspiciously. He also looked at each appearance of his son from top to bottom and from bottom back up.
"How long did it take to open the door? What's in there, huh? Until you forget to wake up, forget to eat, forget the time, what time is this? It's ten o'clock." Miranda stared at her son's horror, she was also so pampered about what was happening inside the room. Moreover, the screams last night made him curious and wanted to explore the information.
"Remain if not sleep. Then what is the mother who made the door of the room? Just disturb the sleeping people," Ray grumbled in annoyance.
But Miranda was not listening. He went in looking for Viona.
"Well, Mah?" ray's forehead is wrinkling.
"Where is that poor woman? Mama wants to teach him a lesson." His right hand clenched and then attached to the palm of the hand and in the crumbs.
"Again in the bathroom." And, it made Miranda look at him suspiciously.
"Mandi? Just shower? You've done ..." As if you don't accept the poor girl to be his son's wife, let alone play physically, Miranda is burning with anger. He did not want to have a daughter-in-law and granddaughter from a poor woman whose origins were unclear.
"Do what? Yeah, sleep. Why else." Reply Ray carelessly as if there is no problem whatsoever. It's true that if they just sleep, that's what Ray thinks.
"Raymond!" pekik Miranda glared as she left her waist. "So you've done union with that poor woman?"
"Union?" ray was confused, but seconds later I understood where his name was going. "Yes no. Mama thinks Ray wants to accept her in my life? No. gabe. You think Ray would touch a poor girl who's ruining my household? No. gabe. Mama thought Ray would easily melt in the third person in my marriage? Of course not. Ray just doesn't like him let alone touch him, could-can Ray's body itch all." As if forgetting the incident last night and earlier, Ray so easily said so. Words that might hurt Viona, words that Viona is listening to, and words that make Viona feel insulted.
Viona listened behind the bathroom cabinet that she opened slightly. His heart was sliced with pain hearing Raymond's every word. Vio admits that he is the third person in Ray's household, but he does it. Vio also just found out that Rai already has a wife. Had he known first, perhaps Vio would not have accepted the offer and chose to be in prison for life.
Viona's eyes glazed over with heart aches over Ray's words for her. I want it to feel like Vio yelling if this is not his will. Wanting to say he was just following Bram's orders, wanted to say if it wasn't for debt, he couldn't have gotten married early.
"Good, Mama hold your word. Never be tempted by his innocent looks and should not be inedible seduce the venomous woman. Catch that!" miranda's index finger pointed at Ray's face, then she passed from there followed by Raymond's gaze.
"Of course not, Mah. Ray guarantees it can't happen."
Chequek.
And the bathroom door was opened. Ray turned his head, but he was silent in a state of motionless and reluctant to distract his gaze.
"If it wasn't for my clothes falling, where would I use a towel in front of this handsome thug guy."
Viona was forced to come out in such a state because the clothes she was wearing were wet to fall into the water. He walked into Raymond's closet. Then Viona turned her head, "I borrowed your shirt. Where could it come out in this situation? My clothes are wet."
There was no sound coming out of Ray's mouth other than a gaze full of admiration. "Crazy, this poor man's body is so beautiful. Everything was perfect and Elena lost. No, you can't be tempted by him, Ray. Remember, you can only admire your wife, Elena." Ray shook his head trying to expel his negative thoughts.
"Raymonds! You hear me not? I borrowed your shirt!" viona's strangulation made Ray come to his senses from his thoughts.
"Well! You want to borrow my shirt? Can't!" ray's reply approached Viona and prevented the girl from taking her clothes.
"Yes, I've." Viona sighed, she had expected it. Ray would never let her wear his clothes. Instead of clashing her mouth, Viona picked up the blanket on the sofa with her body slightly bent. That made it hard for Ray to swallow his saliva. "Damn, she's so sexy."
Viona covered her body using a blanket, then stepped out of the room in a state of silence not as neat as earlier.
"Hey, where are you going?" Raymond chases again, but Viona doesn't listen. The focus just wants to quickly get to the back room. The room he was supposed to use and of course a lot of his belongings there.
"Hey, poor girl. Where are you going?"
"Ray, why are you following him?" ask Miranda who is in the living room. Ray looked over and his footsteps stopped.
"No, it's just my blanket. I don't like mine being worn by him." Ray looked for an excuse that made Miranda nod in understanding and did not ask much more. Focus back on television.
"Oh, let it go."
"That's weird of him, not usually a flirt." Ray started to question, but just last night and this morning they were fighting with their mouths. But Viona was silent and didn't say much anymore.
Upon arrival in the room, Viona locked the door and my body slid to the floor. He bit his lips holding up sobs.
Feeling alone no one wants him, no matter who his parents are, somehow the fate of him next, and confused what to do. If he goes, wherever he goes, he will be chased by debt and afraid to meet his father again or Louis. If he survives up to six months, surely he will be tormented inner birth.
"Lord, let me be happy for once."
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