Hell's Charm From My Wife

41. The Morning Husband Wife

It had been a few minutes that Laura had kept quiet here, there was nothing she could do. Adam did not punish her, nor did he scold Laura. Adam was silent, quite calm. The way they eat leaves no disturbing sound.

Actually Adam is quite a capable man if juxtaposed with Laura, without giving weight to the treasure. This man is handsome, healthy and stocky, tends to be tall. Adam is a quiet type, good at controlling himself and much more mature than Laura. He is also diligent and the point added is that Adam is good at cooking. The taste of the food made with his hands was simply not worth reproaching.

"You don't eat?" Adam looked at Laura. He smiled thinly. "Don't like vegetable soup?"

Laura shook her head. "Sir Adam knows where my HP is?" I asked Laura suddenly.

Adam put on a surprised face. "You don't care about the child in your womb, but you care about that thing?"

Laura nodded, worried. "Not that," he murmured. "I bought it three months ago."

"Now it's gone" Laura said again. "That's expensive HP," he added. Laura's tone was exhausted at the end of the sentence.

Adam put down the spoon. "Eat first" he told Laura. Forcing the girl to take her spoon immediately. "When it's cold I cook for you."

Laura looked at Adam with jelly.

"Bu Wanda said soup or anything that is fruitful, can eliminate the influence of being drunk." Adam said as he looked at Laura. "Also good for this morning. The sky is overcast again."

"Mom Wanda?" Laura scrunched her forehead. "Why ask him?"

Adam raised his shoulders. "Because she's my mother. I always ask for her opinion."

"You're complaining to me that I was drunk yesterday?" Laura raised her voice. He was surprised, plus worried.

Seeing the look on Laura's face change instantly, Adam laughed in satisfaction at her place.

"I'm serious, Mr. Adam!" grumble Laura again. "You're really complaining about me?"

Adam nodded his head. "I told Laura. He's drunk really hard."

"Hey!" Laura snapped while pounding the table in front of her. "Sir Adam is a bitch!"

"Then don't get drunk again!" suhut Adam protested. "You're even afraid of Miss Wanda, still want to snobberly rebel with a hangover?"

Laura turned her face. "Ck, shit," he grumbled.

"There's something I want to ask, by the way" said Adam. He tried to be gentle with Laura, although disappointment still lingered in his heart when he saw his wife coming home in a state of chaos last night.

Laura did not want to answer, but Adam continued his sentence.

"Who did you slap yesterday at school?" ask Adam.

Laura had to look at him again. The words surprised him. "Sir Adam knows where?"

"I see you" said Adam firmly. "Looks like he's a good kid, he's quieter and a lot more introverted than you."

Laura clucking. "It turns out you're the same," he asked no longer to look at Adam.

"I was wrong." Adam laughed a little.

Adam pushed the soup bowl in front of him. Only have a sauce. It's honest that Adam didn't really like fruiting, but this morning he had to cook for Laura.

Adam tilted the corner of his lips. "You slapped him for that?" tanyakanya. Adam returned to the. "That means you like Daffa."

"He insulted my parents" said Laura. "He insulted me too. She said I was a whore."

Laura pulled out a glass of tea and sipped it slowly. Actually he did not want to explain anything to Adam, but strangely Laura according to him.

Adam chuckled. "Your friendship is so strange" he said. Adam was bearded for no reason. "Thankfully I was born in a different year, so I don't need to feel that terrible friendship today."

Without Adam noticing, Laura looked back at him. He looked at Adam so thoroughly, then slowly he began to make his voice again. "Sir Adam?"

"Hm?" Adam didn't look, just flinching.

"How old is Mr Adam?" I asked Laura suddenly.

Adam, who was about to check his phone to find out the time left before leaving school, had to look back at Laura. "Why do you suddenly ask that?"

"Sir Adam must know everything about me, right?" Laura compared. "While I don't."

"My name is Laura Mentari, I'm 18, almost 19 by the end of the year." Laura suddenly introduced herself. "I love to party and shop. Anything that makes me happy."

Laura counted with her fingers. "I like the red color of blush, I like the smell of roses, I hate insects and fools the most and I ...."

"25 years," Adam finally replied. Hearing Laura introduce herself was not a boring thing, but Adam did not have much time to listen to all that.

Laura scrunched her forehead. "Mr Yakin?" Laura looked at Adam suspiciously. "It looks older."

"Should I prove it?" ask Adam. "Do you need a ID or what?"

Laura shook her head. "no need. I don't care either. I'm just asking" Laura muttered. He refocused on the bowl of soup that was still intact. Laura hasn't touched him at all.

"Eat the soup and you set out on your own today." Adam suddenly stood up.

A fine wrinkle appeared above Laura's forehead. "Leave alone?"

"Why can you suddenly go out on your own?" ask Laura. He tried to remember what happened yesterday. "Ah, because I grumble every time I get off the bus?"

Adam refused to answer. He shifted the subject. "This is the first and last time you've seen me come home drunk like last night" Adam said.

"Why divert the conversation?" ask Laura.

"If the mistake happens again, I won't tolerate." Adam remained firm on the topic he chose.

Laura smiled big. "What is it that Mr. Adam wanted to punish me in?"

Adam looked at Laura, then focused on the girl's stomach. "Evacate your womb, your son should not taste hell when he is still in the womb."

Adam closed his sentence. "Not the world, his mother will only deliver him to the land of hell."

Adam left after finishing his sentence. Laura was silent without language. Adam slapped him with that sentence.

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