Me And My Man

153. Wrong (4)

The rainwater didn't make Reyna drive the bike faster, as she refused to turn the direction toward Alex's residence. Inevitably, he dislikes not having to go home, even though his condition is not much better when he catches her husband with the snake woman. It could even be said to be much more complicated after 20 minutes ago leaving the three-story shophouse, a silent witness to the confession of Pras feelings that he had been quieting all this time.

Reyna leaves Pras alone after successfully breaking free from the mysterious man's support, bemoaning his folly to have met him tonight. Stupid because it still provoked a signal that he had read clearly from the look of the man's smile.

Reyna should stop to not bother him anymore, like eating simalakama fruit. His curiosity paid off already but had to face another much more thorny problem

His body shivered violently, the floor was wet as his feet stepped in. The middle room was still bright, Alex sat folding his hands on the sofa, while Bimo ran to welcome his arrival.

"Where have you been?" her husband asked worriedly, scooping his two cheeks and rubbing them made the cold slightly erode

Reyna stared at the dried blood on the corner of her husband's lips which she believed were the work of Om Alex

"I'm sorry" only that word came out of Reyna's mouth, as if forgetting her husband's mistakes and regretting his own mistakes

"Rey, don't be stupid!" alex's voice rang out "Obviously your husband is wrong"

"Om" Bimo turned to Alex "Bimo asks not to make things worse"

"Don't worship me if one day you cry blood for the loss of your wife!" Alex stood up and walked up to the stairs

"Rest Rey, you can't be sick. It must be healthy to face your husband who is not sane" he shouted again while on the last rung and passed into his room

Half-running Reyna climbed one by one stairs, entered the bathroom and flushed her body with warm water, sobbing on the sidelines of the water. I don't know who to blame and forgive first. Her husband or herself?

"You're from anywhere" asked Bimo, who looked tired waiting for him in front of the bathroom

"I just want to be alone" took the evening gown and passed it to her body without removing the towel

"Yes, but where?" Bimo clasped his hand, stroking the back of his hand slowly

Shut up, just shut up, Rey. You'll only spark a bigger fight if you say you go to the shophouse

"Darling...." Bimo stroked his wet hair

"Down" Reyna pushed slowly, unlinked buttons on her husband's shirt. Many buttons are missing and will slip out of place. Again, this must have been Alex

"Hit?" ask Reyna slowly

"Hu um" Bimo breathed his coarse "No matter what you don't bother anymore"

""Who said?!" ketus Reyna while sneering

"I was..."

"Mandy!" push her on her husband's back

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His wife was curled up under the covers, drowning his entire body. Only the head is visible, lying sideways on his back. Like intentionally not giving a chance to talk tonight.

"Darling.." call him after he's done wearing the boxer and his t-shirt

"Rey" called out to her while shaking her shoulder

"Let's talk" he said

"I can't sleep if I haven't talked to you"

"You heard, right? I'm talking yes"

"I was about to go home, and suddenly a picture message came in"

"The photo was drunk at the bar and the sender asked me to pick him up" Bimo stroked Reyna's back, believing his wife had not slept

"There alone" he continued while trying to look sideways, free no movement

Arghh what my story is less interesting, less hot, why his wife has not been provoked

There was movement under the blanket. YES! Come turn! Bimo asked from the deepest heart

"Until there I was confused who to contact. There's no one on her phone except me, and there's also no history of outgoing calls"

"Darling, you're still hearing, right?" Bimo changed his position from his back then sideways, revealing his blanket.

Let his wife be angry instead of staying silent all night like this

"Rey. "her hand was stretched out touching the plain arm of his wife who was wearing a sleeveless night dress, Reyna's body heat stroke was like electrocuting her body

Bimo sat down for a while and went down from the bed to the other side of the bed

"You're feverish" his back he stuck to his wife's forehead

"Eat already? Let's take some medicine"

A small groan sounded from his wife's lips, cold sweat began to emerge from his forehead

Bimo went downstairs, called Mbok Nah uh instead of screaming for sure

"Mboook... "

The middle-aged woman was stunned, opening her sticky eyes, squinting at the precise wall clock pointing at the number 11

"There's what Mas Bimo night-night gini"

"So Rey's been eating yet?"

"It was said that this afternoon in Arisan"

"Request fever-reducing medication Mbok"

Go to the refrigerator and give a bottle of hot-dissipating syrup

"The fever of my wife mbok is not a God"

"Oh, just compress Mas"

"There is nothing instant Mbok? "

Mbok Nah thinks "Jeweled Mas rich Mbak Rey if Den Dewa is feverish"

Bimo dumbfounded, meaning skin to skin? he stripped his wife's clothes and then put them on his body

"Sana Mas hunted" Mbok Nah gave a pot of lukewarm water and a small towel

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Bimo stared at his wife's weakly rolled body, shivering and whining incoherently

Yes escaped the sleeveless dress past her head, gulping painstakingly looking at the innocent body that was somehow hundreds of times as successful as she was

Oh, my God, Bimo, your wife is sick, but Si Ontong is still you with wriggling the results of your perverted brain.

Removing his own t-shirt drew his wife's body into his arms, and widened the blanket to cover both plain bodies

Kissing his wife and constantly whispering sorry words, giving up one arm will feel achy all night supporting the head

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