Noctah Black Marriage

Hans Angry

My body jumped backwards as the wall of the closet shifted slowly. No doubt like a secret door I've seen in movies. Now the open wall of the closet as tall as I stand and as wide as one meter makes the eyes more patterned..

I slowly but surely stepped through the door that had just opened. It turned out to be connected to a room measuring about 3x3 square meters. Inside there were only boxes piled up as well as some items that had been worn out. Like a warehouse, to be exact. I thought there would be a lot of treasure or at least a secret.

Waitaminute! How is there another door? I tried to go further, to the door. Then it turned the knob, but it locked.

"How is this?"

Samar shakes the phone from the direction of my room. I don't know who called. I'm out of the secret room.

"Hans? What's he calling?"

Take a deep breath, keep breathing. I should sound fine. Even in the chest rumbling. It felt like it wanted to explode, also cursing with harsh words.

"Hallo, Mom."

"Don't, I'm on the road."

"I mean, Mum? Way home?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Will you go home tomorrow?"

"This is the Dea making trouble.”

“Oh. I also have it, at home.”

“Then it was a long time ago, yes! I'm gonna order a cab."

I haven't responded yet, the connection has been cut off. From his tone, I concluded that Hans was holding back anger. What exactly happened? Heh, shouldn't they be having fun. Is it possible that mother-in-law has complained?

Next time, I'll go back to the secret room. I'll get everything sorted out to where it belongs. I canceled the plan to the village today. Not that I changed my mind about the divorce lawsuit, but I had to re-prepare it at the right time.

Don't forget I changed my shirt to my pajamas. As if I wasn't feeling well, so I didn't go to work. My eyes still look so big. I'll have a fever if Hans asks later.

I will also pretend not to know of his betrayal for a while. I have a lot of things to take care of first. Including evidence of infidelity so that he can not avoid. There's one thing I need to prepare carefully. Yes, a proper revenge.

Suddenly my stomach started to rumble. Hans usually prepares breakfast every morning. I had to learn not to rely on him for stomach contents. Hurry up to the kitchen hoping that something can ease this hunger.

The heart breaks, when on the table there is not a single fruit. The bread stock was also gone. With the contents of the refrigerator empty of vegetables. Just fish and raw meat in the freezer. How can a Salma handle it.

Actually not far from home there is a vegetable shop. Should I go egg shopping? Easy not to cook? With this lazy foot I finally brought out the house.

Arriving at the stall, it turns out the neighbors are busy gossiping.

"Yes, the Hera is suspicious" exclaimed a neighbor named Lia.

Apparently they are gossiping about neighbors who like to show off on the social media. Good riddance! I somehow feel so sorry for him.

"Key, he did, he! There is a Mr. RT who always defends," said another.

"It looks like Mr. RT is playing, deh," added a fat-bodied neighbor whose name I forgot.

"Guns ... Don't be so loud!" The shopkeeper warned me when I realized my arrival.

"How are you, Mom?" manyu friendly.

"Eh, Sister Salma. Tumben, want to shop?"

"Yes. Buy a kilo of eggs, Ceu," I replied.

"Salma's sister, I'm sorry! Mbak's a close neighbor Mbak Hera. Do you often talk?" ask the big neighbor.

"What's up, huh?"

"Ah, why are you asking the same as Sister Salma?" The neighbor who asked was elbowed by Lia.

"Oh, that's okay, ma'am. If anyone wants to ask, please."

"That's okay."

"Yes, ask, gih!"

"Anu Ma'am. That's Hera's sister is pregnant again. But, her husband isn't ever seen, is he?"

"Oh, so, huh, Ma'am?"

I just replied with a nod.

"Emang, yes, Hera is not clear. Closed up. Only Mr. RT who often caught wet back and forth to his home. Mr. RT is a widower" Lia explained.

"It looks like we should replace RT," exclaimed the stallor.

Unaccustomed to gossiping, my ears felt hot upon hearing their gossip. Listening for a moment, my shoulders quietly shuddered. I hurriedly completed the transaction process of buying the eggs.

"So how much, Mom?"

"Twenty-five thousand, Neng."

Kusodorkan money a picture of Soekarno-Hatta.

"Let's all," I said after getting the change.

From the shop I went straight to the kitchen. I took a frying pan and poured cooking oil like Hans used to do.

"Eggs are easy." I muttered to myself.

One egg I smashed into the frying pan carefully. Uh, my God, forgot the stove hasn't been lit. Because of the large fire, it does not take long to make the egg explode. Spontaneous body is receding to avoid.

Can you imagine how scared I am. Slowly approached again to flip over the slurs. A pinch of salt I sprinkled with a little tossed. Once it is mature, turn off the stove quickly.

Plong, finally can also cook eggs. I watched my eggs. Why is it so far from what Hans used to present? Memory decomposes when he deftly processes all the ingredients. I have always been enchanted by his charm. Unknowingly there is a longing to look behind the recesses of the heart that is struggling with prejudice.

Crutches, crutches .. the small intestine makes another sound. I flinched from the daydream.

"Well, the rice doesn't exist." I didn't find a single piece of rice inside Magic com.

You have to eat eggs without rice. That's nothing! Uh, it turns out the inside is still wet. Color yellow fishy until melted in the spoon. That undercooked egg, instantly made me nauseous.

"God! From the outside it looked almost empty."

Am I this bad at cooking? I just realized now, where age is starting to enter the head of three. Really too! But, Naturally also, from a long time ago I was used to being served by maids. Not good at cooking.

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Bell rings. It must be Hans coming. I try to keep my heart as calm as possible. I could suppress the ego lodged in the chest.

I went to open the door because I accidentally locked it because I was alone in the house again.

As soon as I opened, not as usual, the man who still held the title of my husband immediately rushed in while pulling the rough arm of Dea.

"Sit you!" hans snarled at him.

However, his sister did not want to obey. He remained standing with both hands folded on his chest.

"What's up? Come here, get angry?" My forehead shrinks.

Neither of them answered my question. Busy with their anger.

"Experience, yes, you! Not shameless!" Hardik Hans's. His eyes barked fiercely.

"Enough! Stop meddling in my business!" reply Dea intense.

I'm just seeing Hans this angry. His breathing continued to roar heavily as fury erupted. The volcano is erupting. Is this drama? Nah! It looks real and feels natural.

"You don't want to listen to this brother of yours, do you?"

"Let me be free! Don't keep setting! You are not my real brother!" Dea squealing.

Plakk!! As fast as lightning Hans' hand landed perfectly on his tapered cheek. The slap is hard enough to leave a red trail following the shape of a finger.

Dea held onto her cheek which I believe was very hot. Not accepting his brother's treatment, he molested, then left my house.

Whoa, what's going on between Hans and Dea?

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