Noctah Black Marriage
Foreign Messages
I found another used contraceptive device. Despite the disgust, I had to pick it up to throw it in the trash.
Instantly this head felt dizzy. Either tired from the work that had piled up earlier in the office, or from thinking about what I had just found.
This chest feels constantly squeezed making the oxygen space in the lungs increasingly narrow. After bathing, the tired body becomes segeran. I dropped the body weight on the sofa bed in front of the middle room television. Relax while waiting for my husband to come home.
Although both eyes were fixed on the glass screen, but my mind was not the same. Floating and weighing what should I do to Hans? Introgating him? Directly attack? What's investigating secretly? I remember the cctv installed in front of the house and also in this room. Quickly move to the room where I can check all recorded activities.
I checked carefully. Slowly but surely. I watched what was playing on the PC monitor screen. As a result, no one else entered the house. Did Hans do it himself? Why should I use all contraceptives? Lately he rarely asks. Even though I was busy, I was always ready for that one.
Never mind, I'll think about it again with a cold head. I fear my suspicions are overrated. I was embarrassed enough that time. Because of Li until I grabbed my sister-in-law's own hair.
Wrestling for an hour in front of the CCTV monitor without the slightest motion, made my shoulders feel heavy. I think that's enough in the absence of other women, except for Meti and Dea recorded. It proves that my husband is faithful. I'd better never have to doubt you again.
I sat back in the middle room.
“Meti .. Meti .. Meti ...” I called three times. Then my housekeeper came out of his room.
“Iya, Mistress,” said as he approached.
“Lha, Met. How are you going that way?" I rebuke, just realized Meti's condition like he's not well.
“Iya, Madam. *********** I'm being scuffed.”
“Lecet? Already treated?”
“Already. I bought ointment from the pharmacy. Oya, Mistress what's calling me?”
“Please incandescent, dong! This my shoulder feels heavy and sore.”
“Good Mistress.”
After washing his hands according to instructions, Meti began to move his fingers.
“Met, you now have a girlfriend?”
“Kok, Mistress knows?”
“So really, you already have a girlfriend?”
“Hehe .. Yes Nyak.”
“I saw your WA-staus-staus.”
“Oh, I'm so shy.”
“Tak what. But remember, if dating should know the limits.”
“Good, Nyak.”
“Whose girlfriend is you, Met?”
“Eum, sometime Nyak love him.”
“Lha, why?”
“Soalya fear break up.”
“You are here.”
In the midst of chatting with Meti, Hans finally came home too.
“Hello, Ayang. Already home?”
“Iya, Mas.”
“Neg. Just achy-sore.”
“Met, that's enough. Gih, to the back of this taroh!” hans's word as he held out a bag of groceries.
“Good, Mr.”
Meti also passed. Now Hans is taking over his massage.
“Your massage is the best, Mas,” praise me when I feel my muscles more relaxed.
“Pastya dong, Ayang. You if work is not shaved. I don't want you to get sick.”
“No, Mas. I'm mostly just sitting there, so pegel.”
“Bener you know, yes!”
“Iya, Mas. Oya, Meti now has a boyfriend. But, do not want to tell his girlfriend who.”
“Paling si Hendra.”
“Hendra? Son of Bu Laras?”
“Yes, who else. I've visited twice they met in the complex park.”
“Si Hendra wants to date Meti?”
“Yes, definitely will. Although the look of the Met took off, but ‘kan body bahenol. Hendra is a playboy. I see her a lot, she's changing girls. Not sure if our maid is also.”
“Wah, no really, then. The Met should be reminded again.”
“Iya, later remind again. Oya, if this part is sore?”
I immediately scrunched up my body when Hans' two hands that had been on his shoulders suddenly stretched mischievously into the front area.
“Mas, later on Meti crazily!”
“Tak apa.”
“Too, Mas.”
“Then let's go to the room,” whispered.
What can be done, without asking for approval, he has just played this body.
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My days are empty without a husband. While working, I will forget for a moment. Once I got home, every corner of it always made me miss him even more. Hans is like an opium to me. My heart fidgets unsettled.
“Sabar Sal, only three days.” I muttered to myself.
This morning she followed her sister to Bali. I can't come because the work is piling up, it's impossible to leave.
To fill the void, I'm fiddling with social media. Pas kuscroll accidentally saw the next-door neighbor's post. Yes, my neighbor's name is Hera. I'm not familiar with him at all. Our house is just a separate high wall fence.
He posted a picture of her carrying a branded bag. This neighbor is a hobby of showing off. Where the bag is the same as my bag. Actually, this isn't the first time I've seen him wear the same stuff as my collection. Am I wrong to call him a copycat? I always had those things first. Honestly, I've been illfeel with neighbors like that for a long time.
Kuscroll returned to the phone screen to just look at what hot topics were milling around on the homepage?
Tung .. a voice chat notification. As soon as I open, about a message from who came in?
[Don't believe your husband, he's a traitor!]
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