Passion of Neighboring Wife

CHAPTER 10

"Bastian Emanuel ...." The cry of a cry from the phone screeching loudly makes Bastian cover his ears feel noisy by the voice of someone. Who else if not the voice of his grandmother.

"You are outrageous being a grandchild. You may forget the same task that Oma gave you. You forgot today you were going to pick up Oma at the flower city bus terminal. Does it take Oma to curse to be a frog, huh?"

"Iishh Mother, evil once cursed her granddaughter into a frog. Can a day not say curse? If this handsome boy of bule descent becomes a real frog how, Mak? Want to live alone without a grandchild? Mommy want?"

"It is very desirable that you who mengeselin make high blood no longer irritate. Oma's dizzy made seven circumferences by your behavior, Bastian. Buruan come to the terminal, pick up Oma today!" the woman called Mother by Bastian is so thin but also firm. He did not want his wish to be rejected by his granddaughter.

"But, Mother. Today Bastian wants to take a walk Bastian's girlfriends all want to break up the relationship. Mother ride public transportation only, ngeteng dah, Mak. Time and time again for money the same people can not afford. Yeah, yeah, yeah," Bastian said he hoped his grandmother would understand. Bastian is sure that the grandmother will not get lost or pettiness. His grandmother was jago silat.

"Based on the bloated boy, you'd rather deliver your matre girlfriends than pick up Oma? Ok fine, Oma will be shaken but your pocket money Oma cut 50%." After saying that, his grandmother Bastian turned off his phone unilaterally making Bastian wake up.

"Mom, don't cut it, Mommy. Bastian wants to snack on what if the money is cut 50%? Mak ... Emakkk... is so evil you are, Mak," Bastian said to a dead cell phone. She was so upset that she grabbed her own cell phone. "Basar mamak dur dur dur. It's usual to play cut money," he was upset.

Bastian threw his phone on the couch. He paced back and forth while leaving his waist. "If cut means spending a month to 50 million. Where has the promise to buy a luxury bag for Seli, whichever way to go with Mona. Is that enough money for a month's worth?" Bastian thought about everything and calculated his expenses per day.

Bastian is confused, he is the son of the rich but looks like a poor person because he lives in a simple housing with a house only one floor, but the money is always a lot will not run out until seven derivatives.

Bastian who prefers to live independently rather than depend on the wealth of his parents turned to live in the city of flowers where the mother came from. Both of his parents died when Bastian was 15 years old due to an accident they experienced.

Bastian was raised by his grandmother and took care of the efforts of his parents until now became successful for the hard work of his grandmother. However, Bastian chose to live in housing and life does not reflect like a rich man's child.

Only his friends know he's rich, and that's Jayden. For his lovers, they do not care where Bastian can get money because they are only tempted by the money Bastian gives.

"Akkkhhh was confused as well. But, if I cut off my relationship with them, surely they won't ask for any more snacks. Yeah, ok, my decision is already unanimous. This heart also I want to break up with them so that my mother no longer babbles like a firecracker." Bastian begins to think about it and his decision is sure to decide on his girlfriend. Then he went to the bathroom.

Almost half an hour passed, now Bastian was neat with his flagship suit. Plain black shirts and black jeans combined with white sneaker shoes. He walked casually outside the house while wearing sunglasses neatly perched on the base of his nose.

However, his steps came to a halt when he heard a noise heard from the house next door. He who likes kepo becomes curious about what is going on between the two households. His face was so serious that he listened until the reflection of sunlight reflected off his face.

"Chuckle again. Is there really a problem with Kyara being with her husband? Ever since moving here, we have been fighting" Bastian muttered listening for a moment to their conversation.

"Why the hell do you have to waste my life, Kyara? Couldn't you ask me this early in the morning where I was last night? Whether you go home or not is none of your business. I'm sick of having to keep asking this stuff. And you don't have to worry. Mending now take care of this house and you work to find money to eat us!" the mature brown-skinned man who had narrowed eyes kept yelling at his wife. He was upset when he went home to be reviewed by various kinds of questions.

Whereof? With who? Wherever anyway? What the hell is he doing? Where does money always run out? Almost that question is often said from the lips of a long-haired woman dimpled.

Kyara rarely asks questions at first, but the more her husband's behavior worries her. His mind is always in the haunt of fear and negative thoughts. Often drunk, money always runs out overnight, sometimes often smelled perfume women on his clothes. So, what's wrong if Kyara who incidentally a wife asks that? But what did he get? Just anger from her husband. Kyara turns a blind eye to reality if her husband is cheating on her behind.

"You don't need to know what I do. The important thing is you also find work to help our lives. Not just hitchhiking but you also have to bash for me." Beni wanted to get out but stopped when Kyara asked.

"Are you cheating again?" this time Kyara asked. Curiosity that began a month ago he pendam back spoken when Beni's attitude turned violent again. Beni was never rude like this.

Beni was silent for a moment, then she turned her head back to look at the hateful woman who had become his wife.

"Gue never cheated even though I already had you as my wife. But that doesn't mean I don't have another woman when I have to marry a cheap woman like you, Kyara."

Deg ....

Kyara listened word by word to the mouth of her husband. He was still confused and wondered if Beni was loyal or cheating?

Bastian let out a heavy breath, he felt sorry for the woman. At all times he was treated harshly by her husband. In Bastian's eyes, Kyara is beautiful. But somehow her husband didn't like the woman.

Bastian did not want to eavesdrop on their conversation any longer. He took out his motor matic. But, upon arriving outside the grounds of the house, Bastian shouted.

"You don't be noisy! The household continues to fight. And you're a squeaky-eyed cemen man, don't keep scolding your wife, she's got a heart too!" strangled while pushing his motorbike.

Beni and Kyara were silent. But Beni was angry again. "Ck staying here has already managed to hook another man. Cheapo. Request money!" beni asks Kyara for money.

"For what, Bang? Where is the money from work? Didn't it just payroll?"

"Request money!" beni's jolt glared angrily Kyara did not give any money.

"What did I say?" Kyara no longer remained silent. She wants to know where her husband's money is and why he always asks her for it.

"Many ba*cot lo ..."

Plaque ....