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Chapters 11. Escape Plan

Tomorrow morning, before dawn breaks I am ready with a large suitcase filled with clothes that I will bring back to Jakarta aka Papah and Mamah houses.

My parents seemed to throw me away for free because I had been married, because I had already won. Though the reality was not like that, the man married me just because of his importance. However, my parents did not seem to know the rottenness of this daughter-in-law.

Before anyone could see, I hurried away leaving him who was still sound asleep on the sofa. Last night, I was forced to sleep in bed because he was sleeping under the covers, while I had just finished taking a bath and cleaning. Don't want to sleep all night long together and I don't want to give up by sleeping on the couch. The idea of a diamond popped up for a moment, I deliberately kicked her butt hard so that she lapsed and fell to the floor.

Bugh! His voice was so crisp when my actions managed to make it like a large and heavy object dropped from a height.

"uh." Just a groan I heard. Immediately I pulled back my legs and positioned my body to sleep as sweetly as possible so that he would not suspect me.

I know, he's definitely not going to go to bed with me. Kuraba slowly parted the bed behind me, not finding herself beside me. Pretending to rotate positions, it turned out that he was still standing while scratching his hair in frustration. An unexpected thing happened as he pulled the rough blanket attached to my body directly.

A little surprised by his treatment, I squirm. Opening my eyes, pretending to be distracted. After that, I held my hands wide and kicked whatever was near my feet.

"The woman of the bar" he said, which I can still hear as he walked toward the sofa in the corner of this room.

"Hahaha, it's nice to go out in bed."

Last I saw this morning, he was still snoring smooth with the position of his body face down with his palms. The blanket was already knocked out on the floor, dirty clothes, no time to shower. Uh, let it be, such a human being need not be pitied.

Ordering a taxi online via the application, half an hour passed by did not also get a notification getting a driver from my order. It was hard to live in the city, but it was no different from the interior. Signal drowned, no transport or public transportation, silent, and impressed haunted elite housing. The cost is possible, so no one feels at home to stay here for long until. As a result, it was like an abandoned luxury building.

"Well, I live here. Mending lives in the village." I said a little sewot because standing for a long time until the feet felt sore because the heels I wore over and over again tortured.

Even the bright day, my taxi has not arrived. Cancel the order and reorder, no changes at all. Still continue to wait with feet that have been sore throbbing pain.

"Pravita, where are you going?" As I turned around, I saw the man who was whipping in disarray, the clothes were tangled, the pants were folded in half, the four buttons of the shirt that opened to reveal his chest. Really, it looks like a less sane person with its messy and embarrassing appearance.

"To Jakarta." I replied indifferently and looked back at my phone which still had no sign of getting an order taxi.

Greb!

It felt like my arm was blocked from behind, making me flinch and reflex to turn back. Staring at him in annoyance, "What?" Ask me with a high voice.

"You told me not to leave because my mom's coming here." He said in a low tone that made me feel guilty for screeching loudly on the side of the road.

"When? That's not certain. I'm going to college." Answer me in a lower tone.

"It's 9 o'clock today, hurry back! Why carry a suitcase this big? Like being deported." Comments me.

"And I want to spend a week like I said. If anyone is deported, you should. I'm deporting you to ragunan, the original habitat!" My reply.

By force, I brought my suitcase back into the house. With great difficulty, I lifted little by little this large suitcase to get on the second floor to the original room.

It's nice for him to walk in front of me casually without any intention of helping me bring. After all, I don't need his help, I'll refuse if there is an offer of help from him.

A little sensitive. When he was at the top and I was at half the stairs, he turned around. Get down a few more stairs, then stop five stairs from where I stand.

It stopped for a while because the suitcase was too heavy. Don't expect to get help, because now he's ruffled around his waist and said, "Quick, don't let go. The road is so slow. Like snails!"

"Suck!" I thought she would be sensitive and help me, but she actually cursed me. Really shitty men!

Removing the tone of voice loosely every time I argue with him, makes my emotions evaporate as well. There was something that felt loose in the chest every time I let out a high tone of voice just to reply to all the words or words that always cornered me.

Like today, "Why have so many clothes like that if that's all it's wearing?" His comments came and sat on the bed as I rearranged my clothes into the closet and hung a few sets of my clothes.

"Give up, what's your business?"

"It is better to separate, which lacks such materials can make kitchen napkins or toilet wipes." He advised me when I fitted the hanger in my mini dress designed one arm tassel on the right and there was an open line on the belly.

"It's an expensive dress from a famous designer, it's good to be a kitchen washcloth! It should be your clothes that deserve to be a mop replacement!" Cibirku gave positive advice.

"Huh, clothes? Never mind the clothes, the cloth used to take the baking sheet is made of my ademic, padded, and elastic underwear." He spoke without shame.

"Scook!" My comment threw one of the clothes I was folding on him.

"Lho's? That's how if you apply the 3R rule, reuse reduse recycle. It's better than being dumped into waste, right?" He played the fingernails of his right hand.

"Mending is waste rather than a food napkin. It could be contaminated and become a hoarse poisoning outbreak." Ulasku.

Bruk!

Shit, he hit me in front of the bathroom.

"Do you want what?" Ask by polishing.

"Mandy!" My peek. What else would he want if he could see me carrying a set of toiletries and heading for the bathroom?

"Just kid, this is my bathroom." He said, then walked ahead. Quickly I stopped him.

"What did you you say? I walked here first! It's good to sneak in, line up, dong." Now I am one step ahead of him. Walk into the bathroom.

It wasn't that easy when she pulled my hand out and forced me out and through the bathroom door.

"What the fuck? I'm the first!" I shouted as he quickly took over my position and now the shower dining door was closed.

"Can't, I'm the first one!" I opened the door by pressing the hinges.

Cheeklek, jebret! The door opened and slammed hard. Showing her undressing near the mirror behind me. From the mirror, I can clearly see my face and position behind it.

Don't ask me what I saw, something I never wanted to see. I didn't think she could take off her clothes that fast. I was the one who was melolot for unintentionally seeing the apparition, while she shamelessly tilted her face instead, smiling at me from the mirror reflection and without hesitation asked, "oh, wanna take a shower with me?" Speak with a wide grin.

"No way!" I closed the door hard.

Oh My God! What have I seen? My eyes are stained. Scrubbing my shoulders as I continued to shadow something I had first seen from a grown man. No longer a man, but a man.

"Ahhh, what a shame. Huhuhoo!" I want to cry and regret what I did.

Still shocked by the incident, my steps led me to the bed and sat leaning and cross-legged on it. Like a relapsing madman, I scooped my face violently over and over again. It really makes me depressed, "Ahhhhh! It shouldn't be time for me to be stained with such a sight. It's hideous! I'm sorry!"