Noctah Black Marriage

Exploded

I really don't understand the commotion that just happened.

"Mas, what the hell is this? Explain it!"

"Whoa, sorry!" He held my hand.

Rough mouthes. "Dea's not your sister, is she?" These eyes are sharp.

"Not a sibling," he was lethargic.

"I thought so," my cynic.

"meaning?"

"Get your stuff in! Get your feet out of my house right now! One more thing, don't bring the car I bought for you!" My murk was immediately ignited.

Although the legs feel lunglai, still trying to stand with clenched hands.

"Whoa, what's wrong? Why did you throw me out?"

"still asking? Not shameless!" Hardikku until the neck veins feel like breaking up.

"What, I really don't understand."

"You're playing crazy, aren't you with Dea? Tega you, Mas!" The trembling body now slid to the floor. And with broken cries.

My defense finally collapsed.

"Astaghfirullah, Ying. What thoughts have possessed you?" Hans approached and was about to grab both of my shaken shoulders violently.

"Don't touch me! Disgust!"

"Well, please, why do you think I'm that low?"

I kept crying, tears spilling as if I would not stop. Hans was sitting right in front of me.

"You're evil! Wicked!" I beat his field chest until the energy stock was low.

Hans was finally able to hold me tight without a fight. He continued to rub this back, hoping that his wife's sobs would soon subside. Sure enough, after a few minutes, the tears began to recede. Don't know why? His embrace always managed to calm a struggling soul. However, the hatred of betrayal still rules the heart.

Without speaking, the man who still held the title of my husband, carried this weak body into the room. After laying me down, he rushed out.

Thirty minutes later.

The aroma of cooking that he carried in the tray filled the nasal cavity.

"Which, eat first. Because there's no vegetables in the fridge, so I'm just cooking this."

He offered a bowl of yellow seasoned tuna and a small plate of rice.

"I'm not hungry!" reject me even though the stomach says something else.

"Anger also needs energy. Let's eat! Tuna can provide strength quickly, you know!" he was accompanied by a smile.

Hans' words were right. I also need to eat to cool my smoky head. All of this takes energy. No matter how bitter the reality, the problem still has to be solved until it is complete.

"I can do it myself" I said as Hans' hand was about to put a spoon in his mouth. He complied to avoid the storm.

**

"Hoam..." I squirm.

When the net opened, I found Hans still sitting on the edge of the bed. After eating, I fell asleep. It must be because the body is really tired.

"Well, can I talk?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"I still don't understand, why are you acting like that?"

Kuhela breath to supply more oxygen, because the chest is continuously tight. Although cheesy, finally lips tell the reason why I concluded that he was cheating with Dea.

"You're being honest, Mom! The evidence of contraception I found was more than enough. In the CCTV that goes into this house is just him. There is no other woman. You guys are savages!" My intonation started to rise again.

"Astaghfirullah, for God's sake. I'm not cheating on Dea."

"Don't bring God's name. Damn it!"

Hans squeezed his hair tightly. No matter my meaning, he still explained as much as he could. Denying a hundred percent of my accusations. Hans's late father before exhaling his last breath, kept warning him as a brother to keep him safe and protect at all times. Because Hans' mother as a connecting mother, from the first less kind to Dea. So my husband and Dea are brothers.

"I really think of him as a sister, nothing more."

Hans continued to explain the incident. He was angry for no reason. In Bali Dea was caught adulterous with his girlfriend.

"How do you know Dea and her boyfriend are doing that?"

Hans immediately reached for the phone in his pocket. Then shown a picture of his sister who was indecent.

"Oh. Then, if not Dea, with whom did you commit adultery in my room?"

"Geez! I'm actually embarrassed to say it. But, I really did it myself. You can check the gallery on this phone!" Hans's hand is outstretched.

I open what's in it. Eyes squinted, then rounded for a moment. There are several videos of Hans's collection.

"Do you like watching videos?"

"This is also because of you" he said.

"Kok, because of me?"

"Yes, you're busy working. Home looks so tired. Nempel pillow directly slick. Often even overtime. So my needs are stifled. Forced to distribute in his own way."

"Ih ...." I shudder.

"No, I was bullied? That's why I didn't want to be caught."

"Not that time either. Yeah, you just ask, what's the trouble?"

"Know for myself, I can wake you up just to ask for nganu."

"Ah, I can't believe it!"

"Whatever! Importantly, I've already explained and won't be separated from you."

"Ekhm. What kind of message do I get from an unknown number?"

"Maybe just a prankster. Now you never get another message, do you?"

"Yes, anyway. The contact is never active."

"Well, right! Don't sulk. It's more adorable, huh!" Hans pinched both of my cheeks.

"Eit, don't hold it! Not clear."

"Geez, what else?" Hans tepok.

"Si Meti's. He ran away and left a letter."

"For sure because of the other day."

Hans explains that he once caught Hendra coming out of Meti's room secretly. At that time, he immediately rebuked loudly as well as gave a warning.

I'm trying to digest Hans' denial and defense. It makes sense. However, my heart was still restless, not necessarily trusting him just like that.

"Yes, if ru-" I'll wake up.

It's better about the secret room, temporarily pretending not to know to be an option.

"If what?"

"If you are proven to be a traitor, don't expect to be forgiven."

"Ok, ready!"

Head heavy and continue throbbing pain. Something is upsetting in the bottom of my heart. Be aware of a space that wants to continue to fill Hans' name, no matter what. It is as if leading the eyes to be blind, leading the ears to be deaf, leading the mind to be foolish.

**

"Mas, please buy me Bogor's pickle," I asked early in the morning.

"Hawkins? Tumbens. Ok, I'll find him later in the afternoon. This hour sold must not be open."

"No! You have to go now."

"Lho, no one's open yet, Ayang."

"Who said? Buy the salty must be really from the city of Bogor."

"What's? To Bogor?"

"Yes. Just wear the Pajero I bought."

"But, Yang, you-can?"

"Don't ask too many questions. Consider it a punishment. Later after I work, asinan must already exist."

In his heart he must have wondered. But my face is very serious. Usually if denied will sulk. Finally, he wants to leave too.

You love me the same, Mom? Or is it just a good husband? To be sure, as long as Hans goes to Bogor, I'll search his secret room.

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