My Crazy Household's

Episode 22

"Looking at your absurd makeup, I'm guessing you're also in Eliot's motorcycle gang" Selena guessed. His face was stiff, yet his ruthless smile was still perfectly sculpted. He was now very anxious to get angry, only Selena held back from looking bad in front of the eyes of this arch-enemy. "I don't think you've done it so far. I remember you being a feminine woman, but now you look like a motorized delinquent. Cih, to be honest, you're doing this just for Eliot's sake, aren't you?" Selena clucked demeaningly. He glanced from Shania's toe to the blade of her hair strand, then she screeched. "Pathetic," he added.

Shania was stunned for a moment. True Selena guess, she changed her personality and favorite just for the sake of Eliot. He doesn't like black, he doesn't like motor, he doesn't like black jackets with their community logo. Shania hates everything.

"True, my struggle has gone so far. That's why I won't stop chasing him" Shania said with burning emotions. "I was his first love and we will love each other. Don't think that since Eliot slept with you, he turned away. Remember how many women he's slept with, there's no way he'll ever love everything. You're too naive to think that Eliot's fallen for you." He scrunched his forehead. "Even before staying with you, she and I were in the same bed. He prefers me over his own wife."

This time Selena's patience has run out. Shuts changed. The smile that he had been maintaining from the beginning suddenly faded. Selena rolled her eyes sharply. The bead of her eyes narrowed so much that it made Shania shudder to avoid the gaze of this demonic woman.

"Have you ever been publicly humiliated before?" Selena raised her eyebrows next to him, as if she was being challenged.

"Cih, why? You want to embarrass me here?" reply Shania.

"As per your guess," he continued.

Selena took a bottle of wine on the table, then poured it into a glass until it ran out. The alcoholic drink spilled and flooded the base of their footing. The woman then stands up. Shania was watered using the wine. Then he throws the empty glass bottle at the foot of Shania's chair to get all eyes on them.

"Shameless woman, you snatched my husband and told me to divorce him. I won't be afraid of your threats, Shania Terey! Even if you said you would kill me if you didn't divorce my husband, then I would choose to die!" The perfect show. Even the whole room felt sorry to see Selena. Everyone blamed Shania.

"Are you crazy?" snarl. She never threatened Selena at all, but the cunning woman instead made up the story until everyone looked at her in contempt.

Selena crying. He shed tears of sadness. He sat down as if his entire body could not support his weight. "You're just her ex-boyfriend, but why are you still teasing her?"

Selena smiled bitterly. "Hows it? It seems like the manager of this place is coming soon, still wanting to continue?," he asked in a soft whispering voice.

"You're really sneaky!" Soon, Shania left the restaurant. He ran while covering his face in embarrassment with many eyes.

Selena will not fear any woman who wants to take Eliot away from her, for she is the lawful wife. He has full rights over Eliot. But what she was worried about was her husband's feelings towards Selena. He became doubtful.

It's true the last few days Eliot treated Selena like never before. He became a gentle and loving man. Their homes are getting better. It was just in his mind a doubt. Is it true what Shania said? Eliot doesn't love him.

Selena picked up the knife on the table and took it out of the restaurant. He walked from his original location to his home. It is far enough if you do not use a vehicle. But that's how Selena gets rid of her bad thoughts about Eliot's feelings for her. "Because of that woman I'm overthinking" Selena murmured.

No matter what anyone else thinks, Selena keeps walking with a battered soul. He was afraid if what was said was true. "Does Eliot still love that woman?" ask Selena. His eyes did not blink even once. Just keep moving without paying attention to the other pedestrians. He was not even aware that his arm had nudged some other pedestrians.

The night is starting to touch. Dusk hides its light from the earth's surface.

"Where is this woman?" decak Eliot is confused. When I entered the house, no one was there. It was late, but the woman still did not return.

It's undeniable, Eliot is a little restless. It was not usual for the woman to leave without preaching it. When she wanted to contact Selena, she realized that her phone was left behind.

Her panic broke out. His mobile phone page opened and showed a message from Shania. Not wrong again, his wife must be going to see her ex-boyfriend. Eliot contacted Selena repeatedly, though not once. He did not stop, Eliot constantly called Selena through his mobile phone, until finally his wife answered.

"Where are you?" ask Eliot worriedly. His voice trembled, his breathing faltered. He's really freaking out.

"I'm in front of the house" Selena replied listlessly.

Eliot ran to his wife. The feeling is not good when hearing the insatiable speech from his wife's lips.

Seen from the end of her fence, Selena stood with a tense face and a murderous gaze. His aura was completely different, like his soul half-floating and next to him filled with monstrous demons. Not to mention that a knife was clasped in his hand, making Eliot afraid if Selena did anything crazy.

"Do you still love Shania?" selena asked with fire burning behind her. The look in his eyes was like an eagle, his steps straight, not turning away from Eliot.

"Put down your knife" Eliot persuaded, reaching for the knife held in his wife's hand.

"Far away! You just need to answer my question!" selena. He pulled a knife right in front of Eliot's chest. "Do you still like him?!" shout Selena. His voice is so shrill.

There was no reply from Eliot, as if the man did not want to go through with Selena's madness. He held his breath to spread a positive aura to this lost-minded wife.

"Ck, it turns out you still love him." Selena rationed her tied hair, then one hand moved about to slash her long shiny hair. "You like short-haired women, don't you? So tonight I'm going to cut my hair, so you like me too. It doesn't matter to me, because I used to imitate Shania's style. I learned to play the violin when I didn't like it, I continued to wear exactly the same dress that belonged to that woman even though I wasn't comfortable wearing it." His eyes turned wet. No tears fell, but his teary eyes held back his tears.