My wife Slave of Lust

Just Dreams

Arriving at the fork, I parked my car a little hidden, so Vida wouldn't know. I hope this tactic works.

Deceived, Vida was deceived. Actually I'm not going anywhere. I purposely engineered the story so that he thought that I was actually going out of town. Though, all this I did was to prove my suspicions all along and reveal the hidden truth.

I've installed hidden cameras at some point that I believe are very potential in getting evidence. While staring at the screen of the phone that was connected to the camera and its speakers, I was also reading reports from several branches of my restaurant.

I kept silent for a long time, until I stepped on the fortieth minute. My sight suddenly caught a sedan car that I knew the owner entering my yard.

"Because of you!" I murmured as if cheering hurrah.

Oh, naw. I can't imagine what kind of scene I'll see next.

Shortly after the vehicle was perfectly parked, Deyandra lifted her body from the four-wheeled vehicle, then entered our house, without being greeted by Vida.

Then Vida had contacted him by phone before the man got there. Damn it, I clenched my palm tightly and then vented my emotions at the innocent circle of steering ahead in the form of a crushing blow. Just assuming it, my heart was this hot as if it was filled with many kilometers of coals. Especially if you see their friendly scene later?

However, I still refrained from hitting them just like that. I still need stronger evidence, not just assumptions.

This time my phone screen moved to the next camera, which showed Vida sitting on the living room sofa in the same state as when I left earlier. Sniffled.

However, the next scene was that she immediately scattered in Deyandra's arms when she realized the man's presence. The man who was three years old under me, then welcomed my wife's body and gently stroked the top of her head. Vida was still crying in her arms.

Then, the next scene featuring their morbid play that successfully made me turn on the car engine and plug the gas to return home.

...🍂🍂🍂...

"Be-de-bah!" my screams that just awakened from sleep in a perfectly seated position. Vida who at that time had looked fresh and charming while carrying a tray patterned bananas, then put the luggage on the nightstand.

"Good morning, honey!" then I said before finally asking. "You're having nightmares?" He crawled up to me by linking his eyebrows together and encapsulating my chin with one hand.

I nodded in response while conditioning my still irregular breath. Vida suddenly grabbed a glass of orange juice that she had just placed in a tray. "Drink first!" the instructions, while thrusting the glass into my mouth.

I received and drank the juice to the toilet like a man who had not had a throat freshener for years. "Now what day?" I asked him suddenly.

"Saturday" he answered, then put the empty glass back on the nightstand.

"That means last night we-"

"Have you forgotten? Time's a beautiful moment like that you easily missed, anyway?" he said with a sullen expression. As if disappointed in me for being that cool. Yeah, I remember, we had a good night together after an agreement about his decision to quit work.

I'm still flinching. Not responding to his words. How can I dream all night, even to spend a few episodes in my story?