My Husband Is - Cuek

Mysterious Man

After I came out of the toilet, I sat in my chair.

"Hi" said someone. Her voice was quite large, when I turned my head, a man had been sitting in the chair Rey had originally sat in.

I looked at it with a slight knitting of my brows. He's handsome, his hair is black. On the front stood up and he seemed to be smiling at me. I still stare at him. The blink of his right eye surprised me. Made me throw my face at him and grimace in horror.

"My name, Rian. You?" He extended his hand to me with a big smile.

I still see it strangely. Sitting quietly for a moment and saying, "I'm Alma." I don't accept his invitation to shake hands with me. I do so with people I don't know very well. Not easily familiar.

His smile grew wider as he retracted his hand. Somewhat embarrassed perhaps, then he scratched his back head.

"I actually know. I also heard you sing. Your voice is good. Almost the same as the sweet singer. You are also no less sweet," he said seduce.

My eyebrows grew stronger after hearing his appeal. Quite uncomfortable actually. Because Rey herself never praised me. The praise of this man in front of me sounded exaggerated.

"Thank you" I said briefly. A smile had to be clearly displayed on this face.

"You're the wife, Rey?"

It's a kepo guy apparently. Why also the thing. Brother not.

I smiled, then turned my face away.

"Rey lost a lot already cuekin you. Women as sweet as you, even left that way. For the sake of being able to chat with his friends."

Indeed, the sentence just now was enough to make me swish. However, I just fell silent listening to him speak from the left ear, then out of the left ear again, aka mental.

An irritated breath began to come out. The words began to be less pleasant to hear. At a glance, I saw in the distance Rey glanced at us. However, he was still there with his friends without any intention of returning here, where I was.

Maybe some people's party up here is like this. Maybe I'm the one who doesn't understand their way of thinking or it's true, Rey ignored me.

"May I have your cell phone number?" he held the phone in front of me.

Anger is overriding. Where when I was upset with Rey, this man actually made my situation even more chaotic with his request. I went back to see Rey. He walked towards me. Reflex only, I immediately took the phone of this man named Rian and wrote my mobile number there.

I pretended to be friendly with him just to get Rey's sympathy.

"Ohh, yes. That was my cell phone number. Phone, yes," I said.

But, as these words had not yet expired, Rey came and pulled my arm. Face riled. His eyes were sharp and slightly reddened. I had to keep up with him walking on his feet. Of course it's quite difficult especially my legs are not as long as his feet. Added to the high heels I was wearing.

I tried to take off her hand which was holding my arm quite strongly as it started to hurt.

"Please Rey. My hands hurt." He let go of his hand with my other hand.

"Let's go home!" Rey's orders.

He let go of my hand when he got to the entrance.

"Why are you, Rey?" many wonder.

"Do you know shame, talking to both men instead of your husband?" cerca Rey's. I've never seen Rey feel this way. Even more so when I came out that night.

"So I have to do what if you talk to your friends, Rey."

He walked towards the elevator quickly while pocketing both of his hands in his pants. I followed him quickly so as not to be left behind when entering the elevator.

His face still looks angry. For a moment, I glanced at him who was focused on looking ahead. His breathing is pretty fast. He remained silent until the elevator reached the ground floor. In a hurry I had a little trouble keeping up with her walking.

The car sped up pretty quickly leaving the parking lot. I don't know why, I feel a little guilty because Rey looks angry. Perhaps, he still held back his emotions at me.

Suddenly, I felt nauseous. This car cooler feels bone-chilling. Cold sweat condenses on the forehead and all over the body. The heart also feels painful.

The right hand holds nausea while the left hand holds the stomach. I no longer care about Rey.

The head feels heavy all of a sudden.

"Why you?" ask Rey. He pulled the car over for a moment.

Rey pulled my chin and looked at my face. Although this make up remains on, but, Rey realized that my face now looks a little pale.

"Dizziness, Rey. Cold, shut off the AC" I said, shivering with my eyes.

Rey shuts down the AC and runs the car. Before that, he first took off his suit and enveloped my body. The glass is opened slightly so that air can enter.

At first glance I saw Rey's rage inside here even though she opened two buttons on her shirt. This stomach felt so sore that I was almost unconscious.

After a few dozen minutes of driving, the car stopped at a clinic. Unexpectedly, Rey came down and carried me straight to the clinic. He looks hurried with sweat hatching alternately from his face.

He seems very serious about my situation. Anxious, worried was also clearly depicted on that sweet, tapered face. I can still show him a smile even though he is still focused on his footsteps to get to the emergency room.

A nurse came after I put Rey on the bed.

"Why wife, sir?" ask nurse.

"He said his stomach hurt" Rey said.

"Attent, yes, sir. The doctor will be here soon." While waiting for the doctor, the nurse checked my blood pressure. While I still hold the stomach that feels like being stabbed by this needle.

Sometimes my lips get bitten because they endure the pain. Rey looked agitated. He took my hand and said, "Hold, yeah."

I nodded slowly. The waiting doctor came. He checked my stomach.

"It hurts so much, Mom?" ask Doctor.

"Yes," I answered.

"What did mom eat? Eating rice late, huh?" ask again.

"That drink..."

"Cocktail," Rey sidelines.

"Well, if you haven't eaten rice, don't drink it like that. It's better if the water is warm."

The nurse came and put on an infusion. He showed the doctor a piece of paper.

"Blood is low. Later after installing the infusion, and taking medicine, you can go home, " explained the doctor.

"Yes, Doc," said Rey.

Rey took her hand off me and walked away.

"Where are you going, Rey?" my many.

"Buy rice wrap. You, right, haven't eaten."

"Don't be long, yeah, Rey."

Rey simply nodded slowly and walked out of the room. I saw my left wrist. There's an infusion hose in there. Even a needle prick while looking for a pulse in my arm doesn't hurt as much as this pain in my stomach.

Shortly after, Rey arrives with food.

"Rey, don't call my mom, yeah."

Rey looked at me with a questioning twinkle.

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