My Chosen Man's
Truth hurts
...M.Y.C.H.O.S.E.N.A.N....
...Sometimes there is something that belongs to people that we cannot get but remember, sometimes we also have something that others cannot get...
...~Elena...
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Once at home, the image of Elena is presented with a modern house with a color like krystal on a pole that towers in front of the house.
It is certain that Citra's husband must be a rich man.
Elena followed Citra's car and drove her car in a large trunk enough to hold 10 cars if expected.
There were about 3 servants in the house who did not know what the work of each of them, because Elena knew the cooking task was done by Citra herself.
The woman wanted her husband to eat her cooking.
"What do you want to eat?" said Citra which is complete with cooking clothes.
"As far as Mba, I'm nudging."
"What about capcai vermicelli?" he said when looking at the materials they had bought earlier.
"It's a good idea" Elena said spontaneously.
They began to struggle with cooking utensils. Elena was in charge of soaking the vermicelli with hot water while Citra began to cut one by one the vegetables into small pieces.
While waiting for Citra to wash the vegetables, Elena took a frying pan and began sauteing the chopped garlic and onions until the fragrance burst into the kitchen.
"It turns out you are good at cooking too" Citra said when she saw Elena who was so adept at putting one ingredient after another into the pan.
"Yes Mba hehe." said Elena with a deep smile.
"So your intention is to try my cooking, if this will be me who try your cooking" Citra said with a giggle and then followed by Elena's laughter.
They sauteed the ingredients into one until it was truly appetizing. Make a rhythm in the stomach that already looks hungry.
Hello Mas said Elena as she set her foot towards the exit leaving Citra who was busy arranging the food they had cooked.
Where are you, honey?
I'm at Mas's friend's house, why?
Which friend? bima asked, instead of answering the question but the man asked back.
That's the pregnant woman I helped back then, did you remember? I told you when I went to my house that night.
How long were you there? do I need to pick it up?
No need, I brought my own car. Why did you call me? is there anything important?
Nothing, I just want to hear your voice
Start again, I'm closed. Not good to wait for my friend
Yeah, all right
"Your girlfriend is." asked Citra who had sat at the dinner table but had not touched the food in front of her.
"Yes Mba." Elena blushed in embarrassment.
"What's wrong? is there a problem so your girlfriend's boyfriend called?" while serving food to the plate and then put it in front of Elena.
"No Mba, just asking for news."
"Lucky so you, just dating she's worried about it. I'm so envious."
"Don't be so Mba, sometimes there is something that belongs to people that we can't get but remember, sometimes we also have something that others can't get."
"You can always keep me quiet with the words you say."
One mouthful landed in Elena's mouth. Slowly he chewed his food with Citra.
He had a question that he had been asking since.
"Which Mba's husband, I haven't seen him?" elena asked while looking around towards the living room might be there she thought.
"My husband is often busy, he is at home only at night." looks a face that radiates sadness behind the smile he gives.
Elena simply nodded not giving any response. He did not want to hurt the woman in front of him by asking questions again.
They clean up the leftovers that are not used up and put dirty dishes in the sink, because the rest will be continued by the maid in the house.
"Mba, can you go to the toilet?" said Elena who had been holding something down there.
"It can, but the toilet that makes guests water is jammed. So you use the toilet in my room. The room is on top of number 2 after you climb the stairs." while demonstrating the direction with his right hand.
The stairs one by one with quick steps. As directed by Citra, Immediately open the door of the room.
Has not been able to observe what the contents of the room he went to because there was an emergency call that he could not stand.
"Ahhh relieved." said Elena as she walked and began to observe every detail of the room. Quite broad, no, this is very broad he thought.
Rooms filled with expensive furniture with a sofa and a large television are perfect for husbands and wives who want to relax.
He noticed a photo of a man he knew even very well he knew wearing a black suit coupled with Citra who wore a white wedding dress.
Elena's weakened body slumped to the point of lying on the floor.
Her tears instantly flowed forming a river sapling around her tiny cheeks. His chest tightened, repeatedly he patted until his hands also weakened.
"It turns out Mba Citra's husband.." she covered her mouth with her hands. Just say it as if it is not capable.
"I have to go home now."
Wash the face that has been reddened by the crying, then go down the stairs. Not to forget he said goodbye to Citra on the grounds that he was sick stomach and wanted to go home quickly.
"Do I need to take you?" image offers help.
"No need Mba, it is common for the moon to come often sick like this, the innate want to sleep."
Elena also moved forward her car while tears that continued to flow behind her fertilizer.
Arriving at the courtyard of the house, Elena did not directly get down from the car. His gaze was shifted on the black car that was parked not far from his house.
For a few days he had not seen the car and now he found another car that always watched him. I don't know who is behind the car.
Elena did not want to be rash this time, she swept tears that began to dry. This time he had to talk as if he did not pay attention to the state of the figure.
Elena quickly ran as hard as possible to get to the black car.
Before the driver's car climbed the gas, Elena had already blocked with her arms as if she had not let the car escape this time.
"Get out of you" he said with a disjointed breath.
"Whoever you are in the car, get out quickly." she added, Elena expressed all the emotions she had been holding back.
The figure behind the car for a moment did not budge from its position. Elena was unable to see because the car glass was deliberately designed so that outsiders could not see the situation of people inside.
Slowly the car door began to open giving rise to the figure of a man that Elena was very familiar with.
