Noctah Black Marriage

Illusive

"Mom Boss, because the cost of fetal DNA testing in the womb is expensive, so Meti hasn't done it yet" my spies report.

"How does Hans go?"

"Hans seemed to be still angry, before Meti proved whose child she was with."

"Keep on with your work until the DNA test fails!"

"Ready, Mrs Boss."

I can still breathe a sigh of relief because Meti hasn't been able to do a DNA test. Anyway, women do not know themselves to feel pain because they do not care about the people they love.

Next, I'll set up an accidental meeting with Hans. I have everything prepared.

In the afternoon, my car was parked in one of the markets. Kusuri the place where people_people pass by. Circulated views to all corners. The figure I was looking for was finally found. He was carrying a small sack from an open-top car.

Ekhm, action!

The jebred!

"Aw! Ouch, sorry!" I fell down while holding my head.

"Sir, is it okay?" the question is not yet aware of who just collided. 

Then he brought down the sack that he carried.

"I'm sorry, I'm so dizzy that I can't see very well."

He reached out and offered to help me stand up.

"Sal-salma!" buying eyes.

"Hans?"

"What are you doing in the market?"

"Who, what are you doing yourself?"

"As you can see, coolie. Pleased!" cynically.

"Oh. I'm looking for kupas, but there's nothing, is there?"

"Cupa fruit? What's for?" Eyes squeaking.

"I really want kupa fruit," I said as I rubbed my stomach.

She's watching. His forehead is getting bigger.

"There's nothing here. Fruit is over there! But, it should also be early in the morning. This clock must not exist," he explained.

"Yes .. when it is not strong want kupa fruit." I put on a disappointed face. I rubbed my stomach again.

"Yes, tomorrow morning I buy it. You're here again tomorrow!" ketus.

"OKs. Be careful if you lie! His son ...." I intentionally hung the sentence.

"Kids? Meanin?" She's surprised.

"Oh, no!" Pretend nervous.

"You pregnant?" His eyes are full of search.

"Nonsense. Just first, yeah! I'm busy." I'm saying hurry.

"Sal, Salma!" call him I didn't mind.

It seemed like he was willing to chase, but was reminded of the small sack he had to carry immediately.

Turn on my four-wheel engine to leave the market. My smile hinted at victory.

"Felt you! I won't be able to sleep tonight."

*** 

The next day I woke up. It's a holiday. So I didn't go to work. Not that I do not remember the promise to take kupa fruit to the market, but I deliberately did not keep it.

Morning is also taking day. Scroll down the phone screen showing five missed calls. Who else if not Hans. Apparently he still keeps my number. Surely he wants to ask about me who is still not nongol to the market.

Dreett .. the phone vibrates again. This time I lifted it.

"Hallo" I replied in a weak voice.

"Why did you pick up the phone?" tanyanya jerking.

"Which?"

"I mean, Salma. Why did you just lift? He said he wanted fruit. I bought this. Why not go to the market?" his pedicab.

"I .. hoek, hoek, hoek." I imitated the sound of vomiting.

"Sal, Sal, are you vomiting?"

"Udah first, yes! I'm not strong. Hoek, hoek, hoek."

"Sal ...."

Tut .. phone I've sent.

Let's just see! Does he want to come here? He did not come, I still have to be ready. I changed my suit with a loose, knee-length ducted negligee. This negligent dress, not my fashion all this time. I made the house like it was never tidied up. Though all this time, I most do not like the house in a state of chaos.

I put on makeup that makes me look pale. I learned it from a professional make-up man. One more thing is not left behind, the supplement with a picture of pregnant women on the packaging I put on the table.

Ting tong .. well, it looks like the fish have eaten the bait. I intentionally did not open. I didn't lock the door either, so he could get in on his own. I was preparing on top of the washtapel with a distinctive sound of vomiting.

Hoek, hoek .. To make it look like real vomit, I reached my own mouth with my index finger.

There was a step closer to approaching. "Sal, salma!" the familiar voice finally came.

"Eh, Hans?" I looked limp.

"Sal, what's wrong with you?" He grabbed both my shoulders.

"Depart, Hans!"

"You why? Keep vomiting?"

"I ...." This body was dropped out of energy. He swiftly caught it, then carried it. 

"Hans, put me down!"

"Don't be selfish, Sal!"

"You're not so' good!"

"Silence Sal! You're sick again."

I was laid on a long sofa. His eyes caught the supplement. Then he picked up and read the writing on the packaging.

"You pregnant?" I shut up and just looked down. "You're pregnant, aren't you, Sal?" reworked. "This is my son" Hans continued, with his hand outstretched to touch my stomach.

"Please you!" Brusque fist of his hand.

"Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant? How many months has it been?"

"One month."

"So you're really pregnant? I'm gonna be a father. Geez! Thank God," she cried happily until her eyes glazed over.

His hand almost hugged me. But he remembered that I would not allow it.

"Why should I get pregnant at a time like this?" I'm dropping fake tears.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have left you."

"Just kid! I don't want a roof with you anymore."

"Sal, no matter how much you hate me, please let me take care of you, take care of you, for the sake of our child. I beg. I promise I'll treat you as best I can. Whatever you want, I'll do it" he said solemnly. 

Hands continued to rest on both of my feet until I granted. 

 

Since then, he has been visiting. She's like the maid who always finishes the house. Sometimes he brings me the food I want. In a day he can go back and forth to the house many times. He also bought it with his hard-earned money. I was satisfied to make him tired and overwhelmed. But he was always excited. He is so responsible to his son-in-law. What if Hans finds out that I'm pretending to be pregnant?

"Hands, I'm moving house tomorrow."

"Oh, did you get your new house?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Where?"

"In the village next door."

"In that case, I'll help with the packing, yeah!"

"No need! I just brought my clothes and stuff from this house. Furniture and other, I leave."

"Ekhm, until you feel disgusted."

"Yes, even my bags that Hera had secretly bought, I've shared with the neighbors."

"sorry. It's all my fault." 

Hans says sorry often. Until I got tired of hearing it.

*** 

Today, spies reported that Meti did not conduct a DNA test. The doctor strongly discouraged. Because it can harm the fetus, what else is the age of the Meti content of five weeks. 

I relax in front of the porch of the new house accompanied by Hans. He also contracted for a house not far from my house. He said make it easy if there's anything. Every day he also works hard to make money. Any work is done during halal. Because, he said again, do not let the baby eat food that is not good what else is illegal. I didn't expect any of the changes.

If I had known it would be like this, I would have tried to get pregnant again. Now it's too late.

"Jans ...."

"Yes. Can you call me 'Mas' again?"

"Can't yet."

"Oh. Oya, what did you just say?"

"Hans, I don't work anymore. I resigned. It doesn't feel good very often truant," I lied.

Actually I just broke it first. It was fortunate that Boss Li allowed it. I can even go back to work whenever I want.

"Yes, thank goodness. I also said you should stay at home. Take good care of our son. Don't miscarry again."

"You know, why was I in an accident so miscarried?"

"Not because of the brake blong?"

"Not."

"Want to?"

I also told him what I heard from Hera. Of course Hans was shocked to death. He was so angry after knowing.

"If only Meti wasn't that far. Our son must have been born, he could even walk."

"Based on that woman. Just watch out I'll make the calculations." Hans clenched his hands.

I'm glad Hans started hating that woman.

Suddenly I don't know when it's coming? Meti is in front of us. Long live so long he. Just been flanked.

"Oh, so you're good here? You gatel chick! He said he wanted a divorce, it's still a temptation. That's hypocritical!" hardship is shameless 

I wanted to get out of my chair and get her hair. But I still have to pretend to be weak. Because my cravings are so severe that my nausea is vomiting continuously.

"Oh, what a coincidence. Eh con man, don't expect me to take responsibility for what is not my flesh and blood!" reply Hans rebuked.

"This is your son, Bang! I didn't do a DNA test not out of fear, but the doctor forbade it. Could harm the fetus!"

"Allah! You think I'll trust your good sense. You whore!"

"Bang, have thee! Hey, why are you quiet Salma? Tell Bang Hans that this must be just your rotten plan!" His ears are pointing at my face.

"You're the rotten Meti!" hans snapped as he brushed off his hand.

"Hans, the head hurts so much. Get rid of this woman!" my word.

"Basically, you are the one who *****!" reply Meti intense.

Plakk! Hans' hand landed quickly on his cheek.

"Shut up! Oya, you didn't kill our son?" Hans's eyes flashed sharply as if about to pounce.

"Mac-sud, Brother?"

"Yes, you made Salma crash until miscarriage. Should I reply now?" 

"I-I don't nger-ti, Bang." Meti trembling.

"Should I fuck your son right now, huh?"

Hans' face was flaming red with anger. He pushed hard on Meti until he fell and hit his head on the foot of the pole on my porch. Blood comes out of the temples down the corner of the eye. 

"Bang!" Meti is hysterical, but Hans seems unsatisfied. 

Instead of pity or feeling guilty, he even squatted grabbed the collar of Meti's clothes who was in fear.

Will Salma let Hans wretch Meti like Meti wretched him first? Or will Salma stop the possessed Hans?