My Crazy Household's

Episode 8

~Seven days later ~

The sun was so bright and hot. White skin Selena to redden due to exposure to burning ultraviolet light. It has been two hours since the sun was still withered Selena was standing in a narrow and dark alley.

"For a long time," he was annoyed. He glanced at the clock wrapped in his hand. Waiting for Eliot since the cloudy day until the blazing like this. It has been a week since she last saw each other, and her husband has not returned home.

Not long ago the sound of the squealing motorcycle tire that drove greeted Selena's ears. A great exhaust roar managed to cure his waiting fatigue. So long he waited, finally the motorized men arrived at the stopover.

"Eliot!" greet Selena while waving. He smiled and jumped up in joy welcoming Eliot as well as her flock.

"Hey, Dude! Is she your wife? It's so pretty, "praise the man over Eliot.

Eliot ignored. He beckoned his friend to enter their stopover first. He didn't want to until his friends saw him with the woman there close together.

"Until when are you gonna bother me?" Eliot doesn't even turn off his motor when talking. He simply opened the helmet glass to show Selena a sour face.

"I'm coming with my provisions" Selena pointed at me while thrusting a cute wooden basket in front of Eliot. She smiled warmly and then fixed her pink dress. "Me and you will have a picnic today" he said enthusiastically.

Eliot scrunched his forehead. He clucked bitterly at the behavior of a girl who was not his type at all. "Remove that from me. I didn't have time to serve women less than work," he replied and then shook off Selena's outstretched hand.

As Selena's countenance changed, she was disappointed by Eliot's response. Although from the beginning already knew what this man's reaction would be like, a little bit of his heart was scratched. In the end, Selena was disappointed. "I waited two hours for my body to burn. Don't you have sympathy?!" Selena glared at Eliot. "Do you still not want to have a picnic with me?" ask Selena.

Eliot indifferently closed the glass back of his helmet. He was not at all interested in the invitation of the woman in the holy dress like an innocent innocent human being. "Go there!" drive Eliot out before turning the gas on his motor.

Not knowing what to do next, Selena remained standing at the corner of the small alley hoping her husband would come back to pick her up. Even if it was impossible, he would wait. His resolve would not be extinguished before his wish materialized.

Sweat pouring from his forehead paints his fatigue. Very hot and tired too. Her legs were numb from too long squatting waiting for her husband. Eliot was so willing to let Selena stand here alone.

Selena repeatedly contacted Eliot, but none of her calls were taken. The man pretended not to listen even though he had been distracted several times.

"Why don't you pick up?" ask Dion. She felt sorry to see Selena standing at the end of the alley while topping the wooden basket.

"It doesn't matter" answered Eliot lightly. He stays focused on the ball and also the billiar stick. He aimed with focus, then pushed his stick.

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He put the ball in three at a time. His skills need not be doubted. As if all the fields he had mastered. Genius guy Eliot doesn't really deserve to waste his skills just for fun like this. Dion knew that. Several times he advised, but not a single word managed to tear down his hard heart.

"Eliot, don't you want to accompany your wife?" ask someone to her.

Eliot remained unconcerned. His hands were still busy playing with the billiar stick. As if not listening, Eliot did not even look at his friend.

Eliot glanced sharply at the man's eyes, then moved closer. Eliot snorted long and threw away the chewing gum he had long chewed right on his friend's face. "Who would allow you to talk like that?!" Eliot's anger is. The bad-tempered man immediately threw a fist at the eyes of a friend who had been presumptuous to speak profanity about Selena.

Eliot did not stop just one fist, he continued the attack again and again, until his hot heart felt enough to stop.

All the members of his biker gang tried to calm Eliot down, but it was useless. He kept on crazing until the person fell weak to the point of vomiting blood.

Not wanting Eliot to go too far, Dion tries to help the other members finish the fight. He hit the handsome face of his best friend to leave a bruise also a small wound.

"Eliot, do you want to be a murderer?!" dion shouted as he pulled his best friend from the great quarrel. If not stopped, Eliot can kill a man who is already lying helpless there. "What are you doing? Stop that!"

Dion's voice calms Eliot's wrath. He immediately pulls Eliot out of the stopover and gives it to Selena.

"Go meet him!" push Dion to force Eliot.

Selena immediately turned around for a moment after hearing Dion's loud voice. "Eliot?"

Eliot looks pathetic. His lethargic face was filled with anger in his chest with chaos clearly plastered. Even the hair of Young Master Alaric's drizzle looked rambunctious. Not to mention that bruising was also a wound on that face, making Selena worried about Eliot's condition.

Selena was in a hurry to check on Eliot who had of course just finished fighting. She had already memorized how her husband handled it. "Who did this to you? Show me the guy! How dare you touch you!" Selena grumbled not to see the wound obtained by Eliot.

"Shhh! Don't be a hotshot. Comehere!" call Eliot to hold Selena's steps while walking towards her motorcycle gang's headquarters.

"What about your wound? Let me check!" Selena pulled Eliot's head violently to align the man's body with his height.

"Ah, sick!" eliot's grimace was in pain.

"Not too bad, but afraid to break. Is there no pharmacy around here?" Selena glanced in all directions to look for the drugstore near the alley.

"There," pointed Eliot at the supermarket across the street.

"Would your feet be able to walk all the way there?" selena asked with a smile.

Eliot nodded lightly answering the woman's question. "I'm not paralyzed" Eliot added.

Hearing Eliot's answer, Selena quickly pulls Eliot's hand. They ran across the deserted road to buy plaster as well as skin ointment to lighten Eliot's wounds.

"You sit here, let me go inside!" tell Selena while pointing at the chair provided by the supermarket. He did not want the man to be exhausted from standing for too long. He is the one who needs a chair the most to sit in right now.