My wife Slave of Lust

Target One

"Thank you, Mum."

I pay the total purchase, then sign the receipt. Courier one of the online applications wearing a typical jacket green combination of black then smiled friendly and resigned.

"Have you come?" asked Vida when I stepped on the kitchen tile, right next to the dining table. With just a nod, I put down the package of paper bag containing the food. Vida who had prepared the dishes on the table, directly moved them into the dishes.

I was sitting perfectly in position, when my wife handed me a plate of rice complete with capcai seefood which is famous for being very good in this city. "Just try not to be bored, we-"

"Darling ...!" I rebuked him to end his regret that was not worth the taste.

I saw that he was almost ready for his position, but suddenly the bell rang again. Vida, who had not sat perfectly, got down from the chair, then moved forward to open the door.

I waited a long time for him to come back from the front. Because my curiosity was too high, I finally pushed him into the living room.

I faintly heard the conversation of a woman and a man who were impressed that his voice was held back from being heard. I peeked at the existence of the two of them from the gap of the door hinge, and how surprised I was when I saw Deyandra's face clearly visible in the eye pelukur. What struck me most was that he was holding my wife's hands tightly together.

What are they actually talking about?

Why wasn't the boy invited in by Vida?

Not wanting to disturb the two of them, and wanting to prove the truth behind my suspicions all this time, I finally decided to keep eavesdropping.

"I didn't say you never came here, if my husband was home" Vida said.

"But I miss you, Yang." Deyandra said half a whisper.

Which is?

"Yes I know, I know, baby!'

Whahuh? Vida gave her the same nickname? So are the two not just old friends? It turns out I was fooled all along. Both of my hands clenched tightly as if I wanted to vent that wrath right now. However, I have to hold on first, it would be less precise if I went out now.

"Well, I'll meet you at the usual place. You go there first!" pinta Vida half groaned but was arrested.

After that Deyandra went straight from there. Maybe going to a place where they will take off each other's snare of longing together.

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"Sorry for a long time, dear." Vida put on an unpleasant smile.

"Who's coming?" I try to test his honesty.

"Oh, that .. anu .. what ...." He looks flabbergasted. "That's loh, next door neighbor, nawarin beauty products. But, I'm not in the shopping mood today. So, he's home, hehe."

Oh, naw. He really lied to me. Though it was clear I saw that the one who came was not a neighbor, but his mistress. It's worth it, this morning he felt so scared when I told him about the latest news written in the newspaper.

I had already returned to the seat, before Vida arrived at the dining table. Putting on a mediocre expression, I tried to painstakingly finish off the food that was currently in front.

Actually, if you obey your emotions, it feels like I really want to tear everything on this table, then pointing at Vida with a sharp sentence that makes her shudder in horror. However, my sane mind still controlled this head. I must be able to withstand all forms of negative emotions that hit like the blasphemy of millions of daggers, until I find enough evidence to spot the betrayal of the wife.

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After lunch, Vida asks permission to leave for a while. He said he wanted to meet one of his customers who also happened to be in this city. Without asking much questions, I immediately allowed her and she also seemed so happy.