Married To Chef Jutek

Angry Arjuna (Pov Arjuna)

I'd love to trust him again, but it's hard. Why he must lie to me. Why doesn't Melati talk if she goes with Rega as long as I'm not home. In the past, whatever I did to Rega, because she was my only sister.

^^^

"Sister, I was bullied by my friends at school a lot. They often asked for my allowance." he whined while sitting in second grade Junior High School.

The next day I'll come to school, see them. Warn and teach lessons.

At another time.

"Sister, I love that red big brother's jacket. If I were to wear it would I be cool like Brother?"

Not waiting for long, I immediately handed him my red jacket. Everything I have I always give. To me he's his only brother. To whom he asks and wishes protection if not from me.

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Now, as I look at these pictures again, again and again. I only understood after trying to observe it over and over again. My thoughts were wrong, they were not cheating, but from the way he looked at Melati, there was a liking in his eyes. The face was blissful when with her.

And Melati? Honestly, I didn't see anything in her eyes, was it because I wanted to comfort myself to the conclusion that Melati had no taste for Rega? He was always bowed when faced with Rega. So even when Rega asked him to talk, Melati looked very uncomfortable.

Should I give up?

Show my woman for him?

Arghh!

Kuremas heads and heads down deep. I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it. Eyes stared intently at the photo in his grasp.

"Wait for me to go home" I said softly.

***

The next day I went home. I was acting normal with him. Heavy, very heavy ... I tried to be okay, but I was hurt to see her tears. Honestly I'm still upset, why isn't he being honest with me?

Is he starting to like Rega?

That day I was forced to ask him to move rooms, my disappointment was not lost. The secret that is kept. Why Melati is not straightforward. Does he not believe me?

My heart slit when I saw him packing his clothes while sobbing. I just stared at his back. I just want him to be honest. With my attitude like this I hope he wants to talk, be frank and say everything.

Where does he often go, whose house is he? What is the House of Rega, why he often goes there. But he remained silent even after I asked him to move into that room.

Brak!

He closed the door of his room as the more obvious stuffing was heard.

***

"Mas I'd like to take a minute out." she said as I was busy replying to Gilsa's message.

"Where?" ask me without looking at him. The eyes were puffy, seemingly crying all day.

"You picked up Revi at your house."

"Just ask Mr. Gus to bring him here. Easy work, not hard."

He shut up, turned around and closed the door.

***

That night I just listened to him teach Revi to learn. I was busy watching the ball. After Isha prayers they ate together, Melati offered, but I refused. I promise I will act like this until he wants to be open, willing to tell stories, willing to be frank.

The phone vibrated, a message from the detective I hired. I opened the photo and saw Melati standing face to face with Rega, throwing smiles at each other holding a painting together.

There's a burning here looking at all this. What painting is this? Could Rega have painted Melati like in a titanic movie?

Mind everywhere. I imagined how Rega painted my wife's sweet face, while my wife, sitting on her chin with a sweet smile, looked at Rega. They were joking, staring at each other and ....

Arghhh!!

I threw the phone on the floor. There was some furniture on the nightstand and I threw it on the floor. Shards of shard everywhere. I approached the dressing glass where Melati used to sit there and threw out her chair.

Brak!!

The glass did not escape from view. Fists repeatedly with clenched hands, until blood melts in the back of the hand.

"Master! Master!"

Tok tok!

"Are you okay?" yelled Jasmine from outside.

Scroll clock on the wall clock has shown at 03.00 in the morning.

Kreakk!

The door opened, Melati opened the door and was transfixed to see me standing with blood pouring down the back of her hand.

"Astaghfirullah, Sir! Are you okay?" his screams ran towards me.

I'm quiet, my heart is still hot. Melati picked up the p3k box and led me to sit on the side of the bed. He painstakingly treated my wounds. If he knew, my wound here(heart) is not in this hand.

"Master don't be like this" he said in tears.

"I've already said. Say whatever you want to tell me, even if it's a secret. I promise I'll be a good listener and won't tell anyone."

"Didn't you have a lot of secrets, why ask me to tell you everything? You should've told me everything, not me." I stared at his sharp eyes, which made him silent for a moment.

He looked at me with a pus, his mouth tightly clenched.

"Say, what's your secret?" I just kept staring at his face carefully. Melati immediately ended her treatment and was about to leave, but I pulled her hand.

"Sorry sir, I'll put this medicine box down first." I stood up and approached him. I pulled his waist until he was right in front of me. I looked back into those eyes, hoping he could say it all.

"You can't tell me your secret? That difficult?" tanyaku is full of emphasis. Her eyes closed, I could feel her fear. "You go anywhere as long as I'm not here. Did you go and have some fun with the other guy?" I asked as I circled his body.

"I'm not going anywhere, sir." he said with a severed breath, afraid.

"Lied!!" my yelling.

And he closed his eyes with tears flowing.

"You're just like your mother, you liar!" Now he's fucked.

I walked towards the dresser and punched the glass back there.

Brak!!

Melati squealed and immediately ran to hug me.

"Don't do this, sir. I beg!If you are angry please be angry, but please do not hurt yourself, I beg you!"

Jasmine hugged very tightly. I took a deep breath and broke it slowly, I did it over and over again to win myself.

"Istighfar, Sir. Istighfar .. huhuhu huhuhu," his door sobbed. I slowly took off her arms and asked her out of the room.

"Get out!" I asked while looking away.

"Let me treat your wounds once more and clean this up first, sir. Later your leg can be hurt too if stepped on it."

I just shut up. Quickly he took the medicine and re-clad my hand with a bandage. After treating her, Melati kissed my injured hand long enough, until I turned my face away.

Afterwards he picked up a shard of shard on the floor. I just sat leaning on the headboard watching him. Occasionally he wiped his tears with the back of his hand and continued his activities. He swept and mopped the floor clean, no more smell of blood fishy. No more glass shard.

"Master, excuse me," she said as she closed the door after finishing everything.