My wife Slave of Lust

Entertainment or Exam?

An hour after the exercise is over. This is where I .. concentrate my gaze on the clearest point of all the elements on the face of the earth. Try to calm yourself and the mind on the edge of a small lake with a green expanse of water toska.

On the iron chair carved in white flowers, I finally leaned back my fit but mentally tired body. Staring forward with the chin resting on both hands that I rest on my own two knees. In these conditions, being alone is the best option for me. I don't think I want to go back home and meet Vida in person.

Oh, Tuhaan. I am still confused as to what I will behave when I meet him later.

Aaaarrrgggh.

My fist fused together as this memory dragged back to the figure of the Baron. Should I go see the man now and beat him all out?

But wait a minute! Vida had said that I should not believe the words of the stranger. Or maybe....

Not finished my mind chirping, suddenly the presence of someone realized that now I am no longer alone in this place. Relaxedly, he sat his body beside me. Suddenly my neck rotated towards him, accompanied by a flabbergasted facial expression that made me completely inexhaustible.

"Not good daydreaming, Ib. Especially when alone like this" he said in a soft voice that never changed in my sense of hearing.

He did not look at me directly, but preferred to smile towards the lake that had been my target of vision.

"You ... Haven't you moved out of town?" I asked with a gawking face. Still can't believe that the figure of the woman beside me is real.

He simply smiled knotfully, then ducked down by wagging his legs in turn. Exactly the behavior of children who are cool playing on the swing. Ever since he got here, he hasn't looked at me in the least. Perhaps fear of not being able to condition the heart, or even fear of falling in love again for the second time.

Miranti Eka Pratiwi, do you still remember her?

Yes, my classmate when I sit in High School. She decided to move out of town after attending my wedding with Vida. Either, because it is true that he got a more promising job there, or indeed could not afford to go through the days without the figure of the man who was his first love?

Not that he wanted to be big-headed, but that's what Ranti told me before she actually left the city.

The narrow eyes that seem insulted are often I make capital to mock him first. Ranti is not a Chinese woman. Even the face of his father was inherited from both parents who were pure Javanese. Therefore, he was always angry when I called him 'Amoy'.

However, I did not expect, this face did not change at all and even looked more beautiful than before, except for her appearance that looked more Muslim.

"I just got back, and I'm straight here. Eh, do not expect to meet a few people who are upset again," he quipped as he chuckled small.

He was mocking me. Yes, right, before getting an initial attack from me, he started it first.

"Don't tell me you're upset about fighting with your wife!" taunted again. I could only smile unkindly as I threw my gaze in any direction. Hiding the bitterness of my soul which is currently at a fragile point.

However, I do not want the presence of Ranti even make my heart become inclined. I need to stay self-conscious. Because to my knowledge, every event must have a silver lining, and every presence of a person must have a purpose and a purpose.