Extraordinary Husband (The Awesome Husband)

Make Over

A small glass of Vodka downing it, just a little but enough to make it goosebumps. Tomy clenched her forehead staring at him.

"You want? Basic stuttering.." The mess had at least heard a little about his cousin's childhood.

"Can't you drink?" tomy asked, sighing harshly.

"Can my boyfriend say that cool guy is a guy who can drink a little, you want to?" he said, sitting on the couch leaning his body.

"No, I was taking medicine..." Tomy started to get up from the sofa, took a glass of warm water, then sat back down.

"Tomy, you still love your wife?" tanyanya.

Tomy smiled, paused for a moment, then nodded. "He's a good man, I love his heart, maybe obsessed..."

"I've seen his picture in your room, his face is mediocre. My girlfriend is much prettier than him." said Gilang.

"You know? The most painful thing is to be at the bottom of the wheel of life?" tomy looked at the glass of water in front of her.

Gilang fell silent not understanding the words spoken by Tomy.

"I was a stuttering bastard that everyone ignored. Even my own mother used to hold her hatred for me in her heart,"

"There was one day when I was too tired just to live. That's when I met him, the first kindness I found.." he continued.

"Bravo..it sounds romantic, if I were your wife my heart would melt like caramel," Gilang said.

"What kind of person is your boyfriend?" tomy asked, knowing Gilang did not have a lover. Perhaps because of his condition which was under the influence of alcohol the young man told him what he had hidden from his extended family.

"She's a good woman, the only person who says I'm handsome. Help me not to be insulted, I love her.." she laughed, with her innocent face, then fell asleep.

"I thought he would be hard to deal with like his father..." Tomy sighed violently, taking a scalpel from his suitcase, stuck it right in Gilang's heart.

Glazed open his eyes,"To...Tomy.." his voice sounded stammering. His body cooled with open eyes staring at his cousin.

Tomy's cold face was visible, his clothes and hands were covered in blood, walking a few steps up to the balcony area.

"Everything's breakeven, isn't it Frea?" he asked, looking up at the sky.

Not knowing what he thought, the young man who was afraid of the height, began to climb the fourth-floor balcony trellis, the room that Gilang occupied. Keeping balance, standing on it, as if life and death were worthless, just a game.

The young man closed his eyes for a moment feeling a cold wind gushing over his skin. Both of his hands were stretched out, his tears were flowing uncontrollably."I miss you." he said, dropping him...

I'm too tired to go on this long journey. This blood is proof, I have already avenged your pain to him (Leon). Let him live alone without his only son...

I'll meet you...

The body is still weak due to the fever, slammed down from the fourth floor, hit the ground, equipped with gravel rocks above it. Blood flowed through the small rocks, his face was hit by a splash of blood this time. It wasn't the blood of his stabbed cousin. But the blood itself that flows due to the impact on the head.

"We will be together." His last words were soft, before the eyes were perfectly closed with flowing tears.

***

"Tomy!!" frea breathlessly rose from her bed, quickly walking towards the second floor. I wish the young man was still asleep there.

Brakes...

The door opened quickly, Gilang got up from the bed and yawned several times. "What's wrong? After taking the medicine, he slept. If you don't want your whereabouts to be known, go back to that room!!" he said pushing Frea's body.

Frea's eyes took a peek, there was no stab wound on Gilang's left chest. Her husband also seemed to be soundly asleep. They slept on the second floor, the room Tomy occupied, not on the fourth floor, the room Gilang occupied.

Frea let out a rough sigh, realizing it was all just her nightmares.

"You want to go back to him?" tanya Gilang wanted to remove the burden of her life.

Frea shook her head, "Please take care of her." she said bowed down, preferring to hide herself.

"I won't take care of him, I told you my father would control him. I'll be the CEO, while my father will be the new commissioner..."

Frea heaved a sigh of relief, walking back to her room. A really bad dream for him, until his steps were still trembling when going down the stairs was about to return to his room.

***

She slipped into the blanket, asleep on Tomy's back. Unaware of the young man's closed eyes it suddenly opened.

Waiting for the fine snoring from Gilang's mouth, the young man began to sit on the edge of the bed. Walk slowly through each room in the villa looking for the source of the sound he had heard.

The next morning, the young man stood in front of a small room on the first floor. The door opened slowly. His steps stopped for a moment, then went back slowly.

The sleeping woman's face touched her, peeling her forehead. A thread of tears dripped down the young man's cheeks. The view slightly shifted, on the baby box in the room.

White skin, a small nose. The little baby's eyes were open but not crying, as if smiling, his little hand raised, touching the young man's hand. "Smart kids." he said smiling, realizing their similarities. Careful nature, a smart boy who wants to meet his father without waking his mother.

***

In the morning, a young man prepared his best clothes. Wearing perfume all over her body, then tidying up her hair.

The newly awakened cross evaporated several times, seeing the perfect appearance of the young man who had just recovered from his fever.

"Where are you going?" tanyanya, looking at Tomy was choosing which watch suits her sweater.

"Breakfast," he answered flatly.

"After breakfast?" Gilang pinched his forehead in wonder. Her grieving cousin is about to go on a date.

"I'll have a sudden inspection. I want to get to know all the servants who live in this villa" he said, smiling sinlessly.

He knitted his forehead, "Inspection?" his tanyanya assured his hearing.

The young man who was famously addicted to the game nodded. In that innocent face was implied the smile of the annoying br*ngsek man.

"It's my village, me." His words stopped.

"Grandfather has prepared a wider replacement villa for you. This villa was given to me, I am his favorite grandson.." a smile of a spoiled child is seen. The boy who always takes refuge in his grandfather's armpit.

"I left for a while." the young man went down to the first floor, looking panicked. Opened Frea's room quickly.

"What's wrong?" Frea who was carrying her son knitted her forehead.

"Your crazy husband wants to hold a villa maid inspection. You have to go..." Gilang took out a lot of Frea clothes from the closet, put them in a suitcase. Until his activities stopped, the black car stopped in front of the villa. Four guards came out from inside.

One of them is Gretel, a former bodyguard of Frea.

"We can't leave. The bodyguard in front knew me," he said, confused as to how, after peeking out of the window.

It's funny to put his forehead on."Let's cut your hair!!" the last attempt he thought of.

***

The servants and gardeners lined up, in front of Tomy who was sitting around clenching her forehead.

Not confessing yet, maybe those were the words of wrath in his heart.

Young and beautiful waitress until the cook, the villa which has about 12 administrators including a driver. Another manager of course.

Straw hat, wearing boat shoes, oily face that is dirty with a mole under his eyes, shoulder-length hair tied back. Wear a gardener's green uniform.

The body that I hug every night and I touch. A face that keeps on being imagined from the age of 11, which is your brain if you think I won't recognize it...

The young man clenched his forehead, looked at the smiling Gilang, still in pajamas admiring his work. Successfully change the appearance of people using only tutorials on YouTube.

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