METEORS

33. Fuss

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The scorching morning sun slipped in every crack and vent of the house.

As usual, Cica waited for her husband to go to work. He's hiding behind a wall, Brian's room is in the middle, Laura's ahead. He and Brian since Laura had recovered and succeeded with her heart transplant surgery, Cica chose to sleep alone.

After making sure Brian left with his black sling bag, Cica stepped back carefully. In the morning, Laura wakes up and starts cleaning the house.

After successfully entering Brian's room safely, Cica opens Brian's unlocked closet.

Cica laughed lightly. "Foolish, the closet is not in the key? Intentionally huh? Let me take as much of your money as I can," Cica opened her closet. All positions, corners, until in the middle of the folds of clothes Cica check. Who knows if there's a wallet, or money tucked in there.

Cica found the money in the middle shirt fold in the second position from the bottom.

"Meet!" pekiknya happy. The 100 grand money he put in his negligee pocket before Laura caught him.

Cica got out of Brian's room, closed the door quietly. And go out to buy food, without having to cook the important thing it is full.

Laura who had just swept in the middle room and found the mother in a hurry was suspicious.

Laura peeked at her mother's departure through the window.

"Where are you going?" Laura thought for a moment. His brain turned violently with his mother's steps in line with his father's room. Ls it?

"Don't. The closet!" Laura ran straight to her father's room. Checking the contents of the closet, if only knew something was stolen or lost, then his father would be furious and always accused Cica as the culprit, the thirsty treasure.

After Laura checked all positions in the corner of the fold of clothes, middle, to the closet drawer. Not finding the money that the father usually saves, the money just in case there is a sudden need.

"Yes my. So, how about it?" Laura nibbled her lips in dismay. 'I hope you don't know. No more, his mind is sad, there has been no quarrel this week. However, the atmosphere of this house is empty without affection and attention like a family that is now like strangers do not know each other.

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Bored, Laura chose to watch TV. Clean the house already, wash it already, cook it already.

Laura replaced her channel with origin. Today he was really bored. Sunday, the day everyone can jog, walk, or CFD. Himself? Constantly locked in a birdhouse in a cage.

When the front door opened, Laura turned off her TV. His mother must have come. Laura ran over and chose to go into her room. Listening behind the door.

"Ah, finally full as well. What, that sick kid's cooking is not good. Every day tempe? Salted fish, moringa? Ck, never eat a nice cake," Cica sat herself in the living room chair. Turn on TV.

Laura who was still in the room was worried constantly. To whom did he confide?

Laura grabs her phone on the nightstand. Looking for the name of Juna.

Just now that Laura wanted to type something, doubt enveloped her heart.

"It seems not to. Fearful of being taken out and bothering Juna," Laura put her phone back on the nightstand.

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By afternoon, Brian was home from work.

"Hm, all this for Laura's sake. I can't complain," Brian got out of his bed, picked up a dress he wore after work. But when he checked there was not some money that he often tucked there, Brian began to suspect.

Brian hurriedly searched for Cica in the room. His wife was sleeping in peace.

Brian pulls Cica's rough hands.

"Wake up! Don't go to Alesan!" emotional scattering. It must be Cica again, this wife will never stop stealing money without permission in the past.

Cica woke. "What the hell are you doing mas? Don't be rude, dong!" Cica brushed Brian's hand off. 'Let's just sleep well, uh in the pull as good as a jidat, ' grumbled Cica in the heart.

"Take some more money? How many?" ask Brian intimidatingly. The air in Cica's room felt thin and hot.

"I should have been self-conscious! Thank you that money never! I'm your wife!" scream Cica hysterically. Is there a husband who does not give his wife a living?

"I once loved you! Butwhat? Laura, you don't give pocket money and school needs. You spent the money yourself!" I'm saying Brian doesn't want to know.

"You think money dancing is easy, huh?"

Laura who heard the fighting voice again from her room, could only sit hugging her knees.

"Please, not again. Laura was sad well," her tears flowed profusely, if she made the choice of school or going home, better at school. Many, calm, there are friends, to a sense of kinship in his class even though he is not considered to make his heart a little happy.

Until her eyes felt tired, Laura fell asleep in a sitting position and hugged her knees.

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Cica shook her hand. Sultry, wanted to get out of the room but Brian was still sitting watching TV.

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Mama! Ma!" call Laura from the kitchen.

Forcibly, Cica came out with her arrogant heart.

'Ck, what kind of kid call me?' Cica stepped past Brian, but because her husband's leg was in the middle of the projection, he was auto humming.

Cica fell. "Oh, I'm going through! Feet in selonjorin. What is your path?!" peekik Cica was upset. He tried to stand up, his legs sprained a little.

There was no ramming from Brian, and he instead hardened the volume of his TV. Of course Cica's heart is getting upset. He took the remote, turned it off.

"Aren't you hearing me?!" the anger of emotion, has reached the crown.

"Continue?" Brian looked at his wife was lazy. "If I nasehatin you don't take money? Free," Brian paused. "One more thing, if you take the money again. Look," Brian passed away. Cica stomped her feet annoyed.

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