My wife Slave of Lust

Dead end Hints

Without stalling any more time, we immediately rushed towards the Deyandra residence. Actually, I don't know any information about Vida's old best friend, it's lucky that Chess Kak knows her address.

"I haven't worked for a long time with Baron, Ib. After all, as far as I know, he has moved abroad," Deyandra said with regret.

Whahuh? Overseas? Then who's the guy I saw last night? I'm pretty sure he's a baron.

"I'm sorry .. I can't help you guys." The young man who was two years behind me landed a pat on my shoulder. "And I'm so sorry about Vida's death. I really didn't hear from him at all because I was out of town at the time" he continued with a facial expression that immediately turned soft.

Yeah, correct. Deyandra was not present on the day we delivered Vida's body to her final resting place. Me and Brother Chess certainly very understanding and understanding. However, my gaze was now on the senior man sitting right before me. There ... I can catch the disappointed look clearly on my sister-in-law's face. Either, since Deyandra can't give you any clues, or maybe because of something else, I don't know either.

...💔...

"It looks like we're gonna have to put this case on the police, brother." With my eyes still focused forward, and two hands tightly grasping the steering wheel of the car, I revealed my heart. Not desperate, but I want to think according to reality without having to hallucinate and play with all forms of assumptions again.

Sis Catur suddenly turned to me, as if not accept, but what can be said. He must have had the same thought. From earlier we were both just unmoved, busy with each other's world. Until I revealed that sentence, Kak Catur did not seem to want to respond. That silence is considered consent. After all, there was nothing we could do more than wait.

I also immediately increased the speed of the car to the restaurant, because Kak Catur's car was accidentally left there earlier.

"Where are you going?" ask when we get to our destination.

...💔...

Make a favorite guitar. Here's where I am. Stringing words on the twilight melody. Comforting the leaves and the faithful birds accompany the worries of the soul.

This heartbreak isn't it time to go? Along with the melting bitter taste that dragged rainfall the other day. However, why do you still feel accompanied by self-movement?

Lately I have been feeling too tense in my thinking. Didn't I not care anymore? Then, why should there be a curiosity that rises again?

No, there's no way I'm trusting a hallucination. Those who are dead cannot live anymore. So, from today on, I want to instill a firmness of heart. Do not want to take a headache even participate in it again. Enough is enough, my focus now is only to raise the baby.

Yeah, I need to move on to the dimension of reality. Before returning to the loop of the past that will never allow me to progress and develop. Let everything go according to its proper course, without me having to get involved in it.

"Ibra ...!"

A soft-pitched cry suddenly perched in the ear cavity. Disperse all the daydreams that had eroded the soul in the body.

I blinked without moving the line of sight. This voice .. I know him very well. Without even having to look at his face I could tell who the owner was.