My madam, my poison
What happened to Silvia?
Author POV.
That afternoon Fabian had just returned home from working together with Silvia who had just returned from nowhere.
"Where are you from?" ask Fabian.
"From the salon" Silvia answered briefly.
"Salon again, salon again. We know 'no, how much I earn from working in a cafe. You should be wise to manage our finances."
"I told you I went to the salon with your money?" said Mila. His gaze could not be separated from the nails of his hands that had just been painted colorful.
"Your account is empty, the money from the sale of your car must have been lost for your extravagant lifestyle. So, where do you have money for treatments to the salon?"
Fabian noticed Silvia's appearance which could be fairly expensive for the size of the wife of a cafe waitress. From clothes, bags, shoes, even watches, all branded goods.
"I still have savings" Silvia said briefly.
"Which savings are you again?"
"I'm tired and I'm lazy to argue."
Silvia got off the sofa and set her foot into the dining room.
"I'm hungry, masakin fried rice dong."
"You are the one who should serve the husband. Not otherwise. Besides, you know all day I've been working outside the house. You should be able to share your duties with me" Fabian said.
"Just keep talking. Maybe I'll be full soon" Silvia said.
"The reality is so. The wife will get the reward if she serves her husband sincerely because the heaven of a woman after marriage is her husband."
"Stop, Mr. ustadz Fabian. If indeed you do not want to make me fried rice, yes already. I can have dinner outside." Silvia turned her body about to leave the house again but Fabian held her back.
"What the neighbors said. You just got into this house, and you're gone again. All right, you wait a minute. I made you some fried rice."
"Well, so dong. I don't have to be angry. I go to the room first, call me if the fried rice is ready," Silvia said as she stepped into the room.
Fabian took a breath.
After marriage, Silvia was indeed more domineering. He who as a child lived a luxurious and luxurious life and was not quite ready if he had to live simply or sufficiently. His lifestyle has not changed a bit. However, the one thing that made her look was where did Silvia get the money to buy those branded items from? While his income as a cafe waitress every month is only enough to pay rent and for daily needs.
Fabian began concocting kitchen spices that he would use as ingredients to make fried rice. Despite his tiredness, he chose to surrender and obey his wife's will. The reason is only one. He did not want the neighbors living around him to become impromptu reporters anymore because of the frequent hearing the two arguing.
Fabian had just raised his hand about to knock on the door of the room when it suddenly sounded Silvia was treating with someone over the phone.
[Now also met an hour ago, the time is gone]
[I love the shoes and the bag]
[Drawling? What are you asking me for in return?]
[Your bad boy yes. The asking period in return plays in the hotel room again.]
"What the fuck! Who is that man!"
Silvia gasped in shock when Fabian suddenly entered the room and caught her chatting with men over the phone.
"What do you mean? You misunderstood. The one who just called me was my friend. She's a girl."
"Give me your phone!" exciting Fabian.
"T-t-but, …"
"Give me your phone!"
Fabian who was controlled by anger was then forced to seize Silvia's phone. He checked the last call on the phone. Even though his profile picture is a woman, he will not believe it just like that. He also started calling the phone number.
[Hello, Honey. Why was it turned off?]
say someone from across there.
Connect …
Still connected …
Along the way with the new novel
"THE TOMBOY'S CARETAKER THE THIEF'S HEART"
Don't forget to stop by too, brother ….
Happy reading ...🥰🥰🥰
