My Cruel Husband's

Come back

Who asked Lovi to fight?

"I'm just asking,"

"I'm tired, can you go now?"

"Tired? What did you guys do? Hm? I should know!"

Lovi walks to the bathroom. He won't cleanse the body while there's a half-demon in this room. Dangerous if Devan sees his fresh body later. He could be floundering. Because Lovi remembered the man's favorite time when he wanted to make love. After Lovi performed beautifully and fresh. He said it felt more delicious.

"Damn it! Why do I have to remember that?!"

"You haven't met Andrean and Adrian. You haven't been with them all day,"

"I work. I didn't do anything with Fifdy out there. Your question I answered. So you better let me rest,"

Devan smiled with satisfaction. Very satisfied because Lovi managed to expel the worry of his heart.

But Lovi regretted it. Why did he have to explain that detail to Devan? Isn't that not important anymore considering Devan isn't the husband for her .

Devan gets up and approaches Lovi. The woman immediately moved back a sign she was so wary of Devan.

Devan manages to grab the slender waist of his ex-wife. He brought his lips closer to Lovi but again got rejected.

Devan sighed softly. He had to get Lovi back used to his touch. This time he cursed him. Because before their divorce, Devan had raped lovi until the woman was in so much pain.

"Please be good. Because you're only mine!" His voice firmly does not want to be denied about the ownership of Lovi.

****

Devan plans to stay in the house. Because time is too late. He also contacted Rena so that her mother was not worried about her condition.

"Yes, I'm fine,"

"Be careful, yeah,"

The last sentence Rena said before the phone call was cut off.

Devan is seen entering the kitchen to make coffee. The whole servant is resting. This time he did not want to be selfish. Devan will go down to the kitchen alone.

A quiet atmosphere accompanied Devan who was stirring his coffee. And loneliness should not be experienced by people with schizophrenia. At such times they will freely fantasize.

Like Devan who currently feels seeing his two children. They were asleep in his room. The voices of Andrean and Adrian began to fill the ears.

Devan answered the voice. A voice that can only be heard by him.

"More of the time Daddy will make that cake with other flavors huh?"

"Andrean likes Strawberry, Dadd."

"But Adrian doesn't like it. Adrian wants a chocolate,"

Adrian took the chocolate in the fridge. He tried to find a knife himself.

When the object was found, Devan shook his head with a panicked face. He walked quickly to Adrian who started cutting chocolate.

The child will reduce the size of chocolate so that it can be used as a substitute for cake made by his father.

"Adrian, don't touch the knife!" Devan started to make his voice. Talking to the air.

Adrian looked at his father in confusion. He hides the sharp object behind his body when Devan grabs it.

"Adrian, listen to Daddy! Give me the knife!" Shouted Devan in the kitchen alone. No one knows about him now who is relapsing.

"Why indeed? The strawberry Adrian can replace with chocolate,"

"No dear, I can't. Daddy's gonna make you some chocolate now,"

Lirih, His voice was so soft a sign he almost desperately tried to distinguish hallucinations and reality.

"Can, Daddy! Adrian just needs to sprinkle it---"

"Adrian, Daddy, please return the knife. It's dangerous for you,"

"If it's dangerous to me, it means to Daddy it's dangerous, too,"

Devan shakes. Cold sweat began to wash over his entire body.

"What are you talking about? That knife won't hurt Daddy,"

"Yes, this knife won't hurt me either. So Daddy take it easy,"

Adrian resumed his activities. Devan stared at it all with a blank look. He desperately assures that what he is seeing right now is only a shadow form. Yet again common sense has trouble finding the bright spot.