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Chapter 52. Sister-in-law?

The sky had darkened, the street lights were already illuminating the side of the road. Dense traffic, indicating they have entered the city. The sound of a simple horn, made Ervan wake up.

"Have you arrived?"

"A little while."

"Ah, why so long? I miss my wife."

Cih, look at that heartless man! It could be showing off its excitement, with its leisure. The two single men who were with him, could only curse inwardly.

Ervan grabbed his phone, called his wife. The sweet words and spoiled voice, made Tirta and Alan shudder. If possible, they want to take down this heartless man on the street. The sound of kissing on the phone, making both of them want to vomit.

"You're jealous, right?" Proudly, he laughed at his best friend. "Eat him, get married there quickly."

To show off, even if you don't meet Sarah, for forced marriage. It must still be single, ill-fated.

Tirta deflected the bow, entered the courtyard of the house. Ervan was already impatient, with a smile, which made her two best friends want to tear off her impressed face, insinuating them.

On the porch, Sarah was waiting. Ervan ran out of the car. With, outstretched hands wanting to hug.

"Stop! You stink, get in the shower."

Ervan stopped suddenly.

"Yesahaa....."

Alan and Tirta had wanted to faint, so funny to see Ervan's face being rejected raw. Ervan looked at them sharply. He was ashamed, but could not argue with his wife.

"Good night, sister-in-law."

Sister-in-law? Ervan glares. Why them?

"Good night, sisters," Sarah replied.

Whats??

"We, excuse me for going home."

"You're not in?"

"No need, sister-in-law. It's already night."

"Have, already." Ervan took his wife's hand. "Let them go home. Hush, hush." Waving his hands, driving away his two best friends like cats.

Getting treated, like that. Alan and Tirta entered the house.

"Why are you still here?"

"We changed our minds."

Both of them sat in the middle room, without being invited. There, the little one who scattered his toys on the carpet, accompanied by a nanny.

"Babababa," he said, welcoming two people, who were already familiar with him.

"Van, take a shower!" drive Sarah away, because her husband is sitting with them.

"No, I want to be here."

"Bring or sleep alone!" threaten Sarah.

Quickly, the man got up. He immediately left, glaring at Alan and Tirta, who were laughing at him, before disappearing.

"You must be tired. Please drink!"

On the table, the waiter had placed two cups of tea and several pieces of cake on the plate.

"Thank you."

They remained silent for quite a while. In fact, the tea in the cup was already gone. Tirta still invites the little guy to play.

"Sister-in-law, can I ask you a question?" doubtful Alan. Actually, I wanted to open my mouth.

"What's wrong?"

"Actually, what does that woman like?" Alan better ask this to Sarah, than his two best friends. Sarah's a woman, she's got to understand.

"You like someone?"

"Yes. But, not knowing why, he hates me. Though we had just met and were already looking at me cynically."

"Maybe, she heard something bad about you."

"First, change your nature. Your humorous nature to everyone, might make him sick. You have to keep your distance, with other women. Second, approach him, without caring about his refusal. You should often give him attention, even if the attention is small. Better every day and every time. You should also give him a surprise."

"But what if he rejects all that and continues to hate me?"

"Sister-in-law, listen to me. If everything you do makes him sick. Then, unconsciously, he will open his mouth and say, why he hates you."

"really? Then?"

"Do that, for two months. After that, stop and start ignoring it."

"Why?" Alan was getting curious, with Sarah saying.

"You'll see for yourself later, be patient."

Alan finished a glass of water. He was suddenly thirsty, feeling nervous. He never paid any attention or surprise to any woman. All this time he was just racing, but for fun, in a sense, making them laugh together. All the nurses and their friends knew, all this time his seduction was just a joke.

"There again?" ask Sarah, because Alan is just mute.

"I'm confused, what kind of attention do women want?"

"That's easy. Just send him a message, ask him about the news and tell him about the food, the work, whatever it is. To his surprise, simply give him flowers or items he likes. But, do not expensive items, because it will consider you a crocodile. I suggest you, bring me some food. But, don't give it straight away, just put it down."

"Well, sister-in-law. You're really great."

The two turned their heads, it turned out to be Tirta, who had long listened to their conversation.

"Shuuut." Alan put his finger on the lips. "This is our secret, lest the snow-mountain know it."

"Good, good." Tirta joined, but the talks were almost over.

"When can I start?" ask Alan again, who was impatient.

"Tonight. You can send a pleasant message. But who's that woman?"

"He's my co-worker. But, just joined the hospital."

"Hooo, good."

"What are you talking about?"

Third, look. Ervan with a sour face, looked at them. The man, looking fresh with his hair still wet. He pulled the wife's hand away.

"Your hair, it's still wet, baby."

"I'm in a hurry." Gets it fast. "Why are you still here? Go home!" banish him.

"We haven't had dinner yet" replied Alan, who was still reluctant to get up.

"Eat alone, in your home. Now, rice is expensive and the price is also going up. Go home!"

Whats?? What kind of reason is that? Like, mother-mom, who keeps a close eye on food prices. Then, go home nagging at the residents of the house.

"Miss, dinner's ready." The waiter approached Sarah.

"Okay, thank you."

Without a care, they were already sitting at the dining table. They're just the four of them, because Ervan's parents are having an event outside.

Alan and Tirta, already moved the side dish on the plate. Meanwhile, Ervan waits for his wife, taking it for him.

Basic spoiled! Take it yourself, why?

Alan rolled his eyeballs, the scene in front of him, making both his eyes suddenly hurt. The bribery event, which the couple did, made him want to throw dishes.

"I'm tired today, baby!" said Ervan, who then opened his mouth to be fed.

Tired up? Basic face finder. It just sits, sleeps, eats, says this and that, now it says tired. I'm not driving too late, his face is now.

God, can I throw a plate in his face? Why is his past vices, more comfortable than the present?

A whining sound, like a baby and its potency surpassing that of his son, makes Alan and Tirta want to vomit. Ervan is showing off his misery. No matter, with the eyes of his best friend, who already wanted to get out of place, so wide their eyes glared.

"You're not tired, like that? Your son ate alone and you asked to be bribed!"

Fooled Alan, finally open the sound. In fact, it pointed at the little guy sitting down, with rice filling his face.

"You're envious? Hahahaha, just tell me, you're envious, right?"