Extraordinary Husband (The Awesome Husband)
Gifts
The wind hit Frea's face, staring at the woman sitting in the car with her. Followed by Merlin's car in his manager's steering wheel.
The woman did not understand the person sitting next to her. Amazed? Perhaps, Merlin was even more beautiful than he had seen on the glass screen, at her age who was no longer young.
"I'm sorry. you.." Frea's words stopped.
"I am your mother-in-law. Your husband's real mother" Merlin said without looking directly at Frea.
Frea's face instantly turned deathly pale, her fingers trembling in fear. Mother-in-law? The deadly word. Several times the relationship he lived ran aground, because the prospective mother-in-law who disagreed given his age.
But now? Women who often play an antagonist in films and soap operas become their mother-in-law. One of the scenes in the film that once played Merlin, which he remembered until now. He slapped his son-in-law, then pitted the lamb and his daughter-in-law to separate. Match her son to another woman who is more beautiful and equal.
But what in real life would be the same?
Merlin took off his sunglasses, his eyes looking teary, holding back a cry with a raucous voice.
"Leave him.." he said.
Frea rounded her eyes, already guessing what Merlin was going to say. However, leaving Tomy? No, the child who has now grown up is already related to his heart. The only refuge that enlivened his lonely days.
"I can't..." Frea clenched her hands, staring at the woman sitting beside her.
"I beg you," Frea's fingers, held by Merlin, looked at him expectantly, "I'll give you anything. Whatever you need. Please leave him.." he said.
Frea let out a rough sigh, releasing Merlin's fingers."Sorry.." Just one word came out of Frea's lips.
The word that made Merlin's hand go limp, his tears flowing uncontrollably, "The boy suffered from small, accepting my hatred. Even his real father did not recognize him as a child. I was never a good mother to her,"
"And now the person he loved for 17 years, did not love him!? Please learn to love Tomy. I don't want my son to end up like me. Being the unloved one, the one who gets hurt is too deep..."
Frea clenched her forehead, not understanding, "You mean you want me to stay with Tomy or leave her?"
"I want you to take care of Tomy. I'm too clumsy to be close to him. As a child, I would often starve her, never accompany her studies, or take care of her when she was sick. He grew up alone in a harsh environment. I can only trouble him. Dissolved into hatred, hurting my only son." she replied expectantly.
"I beg you, leave your lover Vincent, please" he continued, already knowing information about the man close to his son-in-law.
Not wanting her son to experience pain when the person she loves ends up choosing someone else, a painful feeling when accepting rejection. The same feeling of pain, the feeling that made him hate the son who was born from his womb.
The thing he was regretting at the moment, wanting to apologize, and take care of his son, as if nothing had happened? But I felt too shameless for him. At least with the presence of Frea in Tomy's life, her son can smile, take care of each other with his loved ones.
Cut off my relationship with Vincent? Not with Tomy? I guess she's an evil mother-in-law like her role on TV... Frea breathed a sigh of relief.
The woman smiled, clasping Merlin's hand. "I love that bad boy. We even plan to give you a grandchild. If I can..." Frea sighed her mouth quivering, fearing Merlin would not accept it when he found out her age.
"Because of age? If you don't have a grandchild, it's okay. All I want is someone to take care of my son. Keep her company until the end of her age, can you?" tanyakanya.
Frea nodded, looking at the smile on Merlin's lips."Thanks..." Merlin hugged him tightly.
***
A fairly large shopping center looks not a mall, more like a market, glasses, masks, hats. All sorts of disguises were worn by Merlin.
The fingers tightly clasped Frea's hand, pulling her out of the car.
"Auntie, where are we going?" tanyanya did not understand.
"Don't call me aunt, call me mother. I'm your mother-in-law. We'll shop together, enjoy life." said Merlin like finding a girlfriend.
Frea smiled sincerely, shopping? Since Ririn married, she decided to live alone. The father lives abroad with his new family. But now you have a mother? Something that warms his heart.
Who would have thought an artist would shop in the market? But that's the fact, coming from the lower classes make him live life like an ordinary person. Although still set aside money to take care of themselves, support his career.
Vegetables, meat, even some clothes. All bought him, intending to fulfill the contents of his son's new house. Even electronic devices.
"Auntie..sorry, at home we are all available.." said Frea, staring pity at the driver and manager Merlin who brought groceries up.
"No, still less, if you have children, or adopt children, we need baby equipment. In addition, if at any time there are guests..." Merlin began to think.
"Sir, the highest quality ceramic plate is 3 dozen." he continued to say to the shopkeeper.
I will be buried alive with the stuff that piled up. Frea muttered in her heart, her hands still carrying vegetables and meat.
***
Meanwhile, somewhere else...
Karin sighed harshly, drinking a mouthful of wine in her glass. "This is the document" he told a middle-aged man.
"Father's son is smart, by the way how is your relationship with the assistant owner of JH Corporation...?" ask his father, who does have his own company.
Karin sighed harshly, "He's married, but his relationship with his wife doesn't look so good,"
"Then you still have a chance. When swept by a man, is when he slumped. Make their relationship further apart. I'll help you." he said smiling at Karin.
***
Blood soaked the floor of the room, a smile was waiting on the face of a young man. His splashes hit a little bit of his face.
"That's what they said." he smiled, stepping on the pool of blood that soaked the floor. The footsteps of his shoes, clearly littered the place he was treading.
His arrogant face smiled horribly, "I'm not as good at fighting as a professional bodyguard or martial coach. You know why I got a high office?" he said he grabbed the wet tissue he was given to wipe the blood that contrasted with his pale white cheeks.
"Sometimes not good at fighting, as well as smart as necessary. But precision, above average brain, bloodthirsty desire that can be controlled.." he continued smiling, taking out a small scalpel that was always tucked in the inner pocket of his suit.
The two kneeling people let out cold sweat. A hit man? That's their profession. For the first time they have experienced the most difficult situation in their lives.
15 Minutes ago...
Tomy smiled, stepping quickly towards her room. However, one strange thing came to his mind. The car the driver used to pick up Frea had not returned.
His steps stopped, realizing something was wrong. Merlin's car was also not seen in the parking lot of his house.
However, there is still a possibility it is Frea, right?
Tomy steps up, opens the P3K box, wears rubber gloves. Holding a small fruit knife. A handful of salt was taken from the kitchen.
"Master?" a servant looked down saluting him.
"Call the bodyguards, get them here." Tomy said.
May my guess be wrong. Be careful of the worst possible.
***
Several bodyguards stood guard in front of the room, according to Tomy's direction. The young man was still holding a fruit knife as well as a handful of salt.
Not immediately giving his guard orders to enter? The young man was still on guard, if it was likely that the person inside was Frea. Given that CCTV has not been installed at all, in his newly completed large house.
Grieets...
The door opened, its shadow standing in front of the door was visible. A smile rang on the face of someone hiding behind the curtains, realizing their target was entering. One more person, peeking out of the large wardrobe, waited for the right moment to strike.
"Frea...?" Tomy smiled to call his wife.
Tak....
His light switch ignited, along with two people hiding, attacking him.
Dor...
One shot, right into the hand of someone who just came out of the closet. One shot fired by Tomy's bodyguard in front of the room.
One other person who came out of the curtain was about to stab Tomy. The salt in his hand was thrown right into the killer's eye.
"Aaagghhhh.." his screams were agonizing, still trying to attack Tomy's origin.
Srak...
The knife stabbed right into his stomach, staining the young man's face with blood. "In the arena of fighting off opponents and cheating will be disqualified. However, in real life, kill or be killed, no matter in what way." he said smilingly, staring at a limp body, covered in blood. A body lying on the floor, with blood pouring everywhere.
***
Two people were now bound to their knees before him, terrified. Resisting pain from stabbing in the stomach and bullets lodged in their hands.
"Who sent you, woman or man?" he asked, the two people turned to each other, confused to answer or not.
"Jawab.." said Tomy slowly, bringing the difference knife closer to the cheek of one of the killers.
"Pe... woman." she answered with a half-dead scare. Often killing people, but never in the situation between life and death as it is today. The young man who smiled as if dissatisfied looked at the wounds on their bodies. Adrenaline is really driven, like that eye wants to tear apart.
"I made an offer so you could live. Your wounds will be healed, but once healed, give pleasure to the woman who gave you the command. Don't just once, if necessary, make him unconscious, accept your service in bed." he said.
"We" one of the assassins looked doubtful, terrified.
"Want to die?" Tomy scrunched his forehead.
"No!! We still want to live!!" answer the frightened killer.
"Good, serve Lady Lia well." said Tomy smiling, can guess who the perpetrator of today's incident.
"Bring them!! Call a doctor to cure him." he continued loosening his tie.
"Okay sir." The bodyguards began to take two people out of the room. Replace with the incoming waitress, cleaning up the pooled fresh blood stains.
***
Shuddering? The fear? No, the young man, took off his rubber gloves covered in fresh blood. Throw it in the trash.
Taps of water began to fill the bathtub, his handsome face smiled, slowly cleansing the blood that was still slightly soiling his face. The clothes were removed one by one, entering the bathtub, playing music on the phone as if nothing had happened.
Weak one? Tomy could not fight at all. However, it is not just good fighting that is necessary to survive. His face looked calm, leaning his body on the bathtub, relieving his fatigue after working all day.
"Did Frea not remember my birthday? Or better yet, he would wear a ribbon making himself a gift," he murmured expectantly to get a gift from his wife. It was as if the incident he had just experienced was common.
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