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Wasted Free

The house is not so big, Immanuel's eyes look, there is a wedding photo there. Beautiful young man, although his skin is slightly brownish with a beautiful white girl.

His eyes just glanced."Nadila's prettier," she murmured. Perhaps the woman in the photo is the younger sister of Reina, the woman she follows, given the resemblance of a slight face shape. Pretty, but can't be a playboy. That was the principle, her current fiance was probably crying from missing her.

Really Raka si*lan, the courage to trap him in order to seize the status of heir easily, as well as severing the rope Raka's match with Barbara. Again, in retrospect, the miser likes money, his character is hard, does not like women. It was definitely that h*mo guy who planned all this. Maybe that's what Imanuel thinks today.

The young man who returned sat in the living room side by side with a child who always smiled at him. Tucking like a tuyul.

"Papa," he said smiling sweetly.

Think of it as an exercise to keep a prospective father, that's what he had in mind, take a cookie and then give it to Elie. A really clean white kid looks well educated. Eating biscuits looks sweet, some toys are there. Like a child who has no shortage of material things.

"It's milk for mom, it's juice for Elie and it's water for the room contract," the piercing words from Reina, when serving drinks.

An outrageous woman, made him rise in blood once a look. If only he could use his ID card and ATM card it might be better if he stayed in a nursing home. Sorry for the 7 star hotel.

"Let's say thank you, I've got you covered." The words of the widow with a pimpled face, tanned skin.

"Thank you" said Imanuel, trying hard to smile.

"Thank you, hostess." said the woman again confirmed her status as host.

"Thank you, mother kost..." Immanuel followed his words. Very arrogant it feels, like an elementary school child dictated by his teacher.

"I want to eat, and take a shower! Lock the front door, so that Ebie doesn't come out" he said.

Immanuel quickly nodded. But he breathed a rough breath. He also has to ask, right? To know all who live in this house.

"Wait on! Reina, who lives here?" ask Immanuel curious.

"I, my mother-in-law, my son, my madman and my husband's ghost who frequents midnight." The strange answer from her, while the mother-in-law who heard it from the side door could only smile faintly.

"Crazy people? Is your pretty sister crazy?" ask Immanuel curious.

"I'm an only child," Reina sighed in an honest reply.

"Then the photo over there?" ask again.

"That? That was me when I married my late husband. Wh why? Beautiful huh? Don't fall in love with me, 'cause I have one, '" Reina laughed crisply.

Imanuel frowned, glancing at Reina a little, comparing her to the one in the photo."Why different?"

"Beauty depends on the budget. Before marriage I lived alone, could buy skincare, my whole body was well-groomed. But after marriage, the most important thing is the child. No matter if the skin becomes dull the important money to buy milk and rice is there." Reina let out a rough sigh, then pointed to the room that was at the very corner.

"That's your room! Remember that! If anyone asks, tell me you're my sister-in-law who's migrating to Sulawesi." Reina stepped into the bathroom.

Immanuel was silent for a moment, and there was no beautiful woman in the house. Her eyes glanced at Elie, her white skin and the entire face were indeed similar to Reina when she was not married.

Not an air-conditioned room, just a couch and a fan there. Even a change of clothes will be difficult. The young man who scratched his nape was confused. Take out the entire contents of his wallet, the money is only enough for a few months. He had to save money, what should follow the lifestyle of Raka?

But if you go back home, maybe the people who will kill him are already on guard. No, he can not go home, maybe after this will ask for help from his grandfather or fiance, considering his mother and father who live more often in the office and home.

Until Lastri suddenly passed through his room."I'm sorry, Miss Lastri, anything near here there's a cheap market, or a flea market is fine."

"Would you like some clothes?" ask Lastri enthusiastically.

Immanuel nodded, looking doubtful.

*

And sure enough, this is what happened, he bought the clothes of his former husband from the chatty widow. Affordable prices and words from Lastri that his deceased son did not have skin disease. In addition, all of her clothes are also still packed with laundry plastic, considering Reina who keeps all the clothes of the deceased Rian. Just in case her husband came home from the sea, even though he came home in the end his body, but his clothes were still wrapped neatly in laundry plastic.

And now Immanuel, who was wearing it, looked at his appearance in the mirror. Unbranded clothes, shorts, flip-flops. That's what he is now, after buying a boxer in the next-door neighbor who often squeaks clothes.

Look at his appearance in the mirror. Regretting his fate, why did he get this way? But for sure he must come back soon, to marry Nadila. The young man who sat alone in the living room, in the afternoon. Ega and Lastri left 30 minutes ago.

A woman came out of her room, about to cook dinner. He stared at the back of a young man in the living room. The familiar clothes, the woman who returned to the room, patted her own face.

A sense of happiness approached him, the woman who actually just woke up from her sleep. Either because her brain is short-circuiting, she considers this the fact that her husband came home from the sea. And the death of her husband was a nightmare.

Fast-moving women, ransacking the bottom of drawers. Wearing an expensive serum she rarely wore, except when her husband came home. It's really crazy, the woman is putting on makeup expectantly.

Satan is okay. The important thing is that her husband has come home, sometimes accepting the reality is difficult. What's left is an exemplary husband, the backbone of a truly responsible family.

The woman who stepped in at high speed, hoping that her husband would not disappear. And sure enough, the man stood by the shelf, not knowing what he saw.

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Immanuel is silent, there is no phonecell, there is no internet. Don't know what to do.

Bugs!

Suddenly his body was hugged from behind. The young man rounded his eyes in surprise."Itchy widow! I'm also picky!" his mind, knowing who was behind him.

"You home? I had a nightmare just now, but thank God it was just a dream." muttered the woman who was between conscious and not.

It may be a situation where the brain is in memory confusion. Have you ever taken a nap too long? And when you wake up immediately running to the bathroom, then wearing a uniform about to go to school, even though it is already afternoon?

It may be medically called Confucional Arousal. Happens in a short time, when you realize the real reality.

"What dream?" asked Immanuel turned around releasing Reina's embrace.

Reina who noticed a different voice from her husband, rounded her eyes."Why are you wearing Rian's clothes! The serum that I only use is wasted!" he snapped, with a brain that might have returned to the real world.