Exchanged CEO Bride

M2 – 180 Degree

"Hoammm"

Dela's awake. His hands are pulled up. He began to stretch his body that felt increasingly sore since he was two. Hmm if he may ask, he wants to leave his fetus so as not to be with him. Removed for a moment, to be separated in his body but still alive.

He moved his neck to the left and right to reduce clenching until a "clack" sound was heard. Aihh really– was a very tiring day.

"Well, when will I stay here. All my body hurts all it feels."

Blak blak!

Dela hit her bed, testing the level of the tenderness of the bed that some time he always used.

"The mattress is also loud again. How my body doesn't hurt if it's patted still sounds loud."

Dela started complaining in the morning. Maybe even every morning. The last few weeks of living there have not made him adapt well. His body still refused to live such a simple life.

Dela stared at the wall clock which turned out to have shown enough time of day, at 11:00.

And that watch was really a day for the category of unemployed women who did nothing. His mouth only muttered "oh" lightly, there was not the slightest burden on his shoulders. He chose to walk to the kitchen to pick up whatever food he could make his stomach grow. His hands nimbly rolled up that long beautiful hair.

"Where is he?"

Dela dyed, her eyes sweeping across the room. He wondered where the existence of Gaza that day was no longer in contract.

Dela flicked her shoulders no matter what. "I thought about it too. This is also his contract. If he wants to go home, he must go home" said Dela Bodo very much. Dela poured a glass of water into an empty glass that she held, then drank it to relieve the thirst that ambushed her.

All this time he did not care about how Gaza lived, no matter how Gaza earned enough money to support it. Even pregnant women's milk is available when she wants to drink it. He doesn't care. The most important thing is, all the basic needs are met.

Dela walked towards the refrigerator. He was looking for food that he could eat. But suddenly he just knitted his two eyebrows. His hands were busy looking inside the fridge.

"Huh?? Whatisthis? Why is there not a single bit of food left? Wasn't last night still enough food stock here?"

Dela panic. He did not find any food in the refrigerator. Not even one fruit. He slammed the refrigerator door hard enough, so it sounded loud enough. He sighed in annoyance.

"Nohh ... How would I eat this way. He's making my food!"

Dela was not in the least with all this. For example Gaza spent it all, why did he not leave a little food for Dela.

Dela chose to walk into the kitchen again with slightly stomped footsteps to channel her frustration. He decided to make a glass of milk pregnant women who actually had rarely to touch, even spelled out never because he did not like milk like that.

The clinking of glasses and spoons sounded echoing. Dela clucked in annoyance.

"Siaaall's! If it wasn't for the chips, I wouldn't drink this. Iyuuhwh ... It smells really disgusting!"

Dela kept away the glass filled with milk that she had originally smelled. A pretty fishy scent for it to smell. For some reason since she was pregnant, she did not like the fishy smell like that. Wanted him to spill that milk, but what power. He needed something to reduce his hunger.

Slowly with doubt, Dela drank the milk. It feels really amazing. He wanted to spit it all out. He was not friendly with his stomach and tongue.

"Uuugghh" Dela covered her mouth with one of her palms. He tried to swallow the milk. He did not want to die of hunger. It is unethical if there is a media that preaches itself.

"The son of a former successful businessman has now died of starvation because he did not have enough money to buy a bite of rice."

The shadow of the news was clearly imprinted on his mind. Bankruptcy alone has made his life collapse, what else if there is such news in the media. Destroyed was his pride.

Dela took a deep breath–in to alleviate that nausea. It really tormented him.

"Aaaarrrgh!!! Fucking gaza! Why are you torturing me like this!" bela yelled. Maybe if Gaza was there, he wanted to grab Gaza's hair as hard as he could to get it all out.

After his business of drinking milk, with his face still tangled, he walked forward, to the room where the television was. With the rest of the resentment still present and not even subsiding yet, he sat himself in the long chair. He turned on the television to entertain himself. Goods times with television his annoyance can disappear.

"Aaargghh what the hell is this?! Why isn't the television alive?"

Dela couldn't turn on the television. Instead of decreasing, his level of frustration was becoming. He doesn't think about what happened. Not yet one problem is over, another problem even pops up.

"Thatrgghh!!!"

Dela slammed the remote until it slammed far away. Fortunately, the remot was still intact.

"What use are you to bring me here to Gaza, if in the end you are only making me suffer more! You know this mending that time I died!"

His mind is dead-end. His previous life with the treasure made him frustrated when his life changed 180 degrees.

Without realizing it, Gaza is not far from there. He leaned against a wall that was still sturdy to hold his body weight. He shook his head.

"It's not that easy to die. Either way if your destiny isn't dead, you'll never be able to die that easily."

The sentence that Dela heard made Dela turn to the source of the voice. Dela clucked in annoyance.

"Ck why are you there?! Your presence is further ruining my mood!" Dela stared intently at Gaza.

"And there are still many people out there who are fighting to save their lives. Grateful Dela, grateful!"

Not understanding Dela's remarks, Gaza chose to continue his sentence. He walked towards Dela

"Bodo very! There is no dictionary of gratitude in the big dictionary of living Pomegranate Wiyarta!"

"This is how the brain there is only bitterness!"

Gaza knocks Dela lightly on her forehead. It made Dela to pull out the hand of Gaza and then complain lightly. His hand was stroking his forehead which was quite painful.

"Just kid! You deliberately want to kill me by not feeding me. Where's the food in the fridge?!" dela asked annoyed.

"It's none of your business! Eat it!"

Gaza gave Dela a packet of food. Not to forget there are 2 apples in the same plastic.

"No way!"

"Whatever. If I don't want to eat it."

The hand of Gaza wanted to take over the food package, but as soon as possible Dela took the food.

Gaza just chuckles.

"Not to laugh! Laugh fine 500 grand!"

Dela did not like the laughter of Gaza laughing at her. He wanted to shut his mouth. Gaza just put his shoulder bodo terribly.

Without further ado, Gaza left Dela with food wrappers that Gaza was carrying.

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