Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Chapter 32: FRUSTRATION - THE BULLY

The patient's doctor and husband's talks took place in peace. Unlike the anger that envelops a woman's heart. Where the woman was busy staring at the scattering of photos scattered throughout her room. Fists are so tight that the nails whiten with a blue muscle bulge.

"EXCESSIVE! ALRIGHT WATCH OUT FOR YOU!" hazel exclaims while stomping on photos of her affair.

He just got back from the mall. After shopping buy some party dress preparation for overseas photo shoots. Precisely a package that is considered a copy of the cooperation contract turned out to contain a photo sheet together with the lover dark while making love in a hotel. No doubt anger controls the heart of the model.

Trii!

Trii!

Trii!

Ringing the phone with a loud enough sound remains ignored. Now the focus is only on photos that are very good and can certainly be used as a trending topic. Even in that rage, Hazel still doesn't realize that her husband has disappeared without notice. It's weird but real. A wife who is busy with her own pleasure can forget the existence of her partner.

"Hahahaha," Hazel laughed to herself with her body slowly collapsing sweeping across several sheets of photos. "I won't let it, my marriage is ruined just because of all this evidence. I made sure Bryant would only believe me. Well, that guy loves me a lot, and....,"

Shortly after saying Bryant's name, he realized. The husband was not in the room, and had been saying goodbye to work. Hazel rushes to her feet and grabs her cell phone to contact Bryant. Once, twice, three times, even five times. Still the call is only connected without any answer.

Hazel's behavior becomes agitated, and frustrated. Look at the eyes that move here and there, with paled faces and footsteps pacing from the end of the mirror to the bed. The opposite is true without any pause. For the umpteenth time a call is made, but only the ringtone is heard.

Wuusha!

Pyaaar!

"Aarrrrrrgggghhhh!"

The large round mirror in front of him shattered formless. Flat objects that light up directly extinguished into a fault. Hazel's screams echoed in her room. No one could see how desperate the top model was.

"Where are you? I have to find, Dad. I won't let Alkan ruin my plan." Hazel doesn't care about the mess she's making, she grabs the car keys and walks out of the main room.

The tears did not even stop. However, his determination still remained firm. The tightness in the chest can still be felt without having to complain how crushed the world remains hers. Until a hand held out a cup of black coffee right in front of the face, making the man look up to see who came to pay attention.

A sincere smile with a blink of an eye hinting for Alkan to receive coffee distracts the man from his laptop screen. "I can do it myself."

"really? Remove your tears! What if the office staff saw their idols crybaby? I guarantee the world will be in an uproar....,"

"Are you here just to talk?" Alkan received the coffee while returning the bully's gaze cynically.

Not surprised, not afraid. The bully actually chuckled while raising his right hand intending to pinch the cheek of his adult man, but quickly Alkan brushed off the tiny hand that had always been a annoying little monster for him.

"Oh, it hurts." lamented the bully changing his face's expression, making Alkan sigh, then extending his right hand.

"Sorry" said Alkan reluctantly.

Pluck up!

The bully did not peacefully welcome Alkan's apology. It is precisely giving a clap of all his strength that immediately arouses the annoyed side of the adult man.

"God! You....,"

"Father!"

The bully's cry made Alkan only shake his head. Soon it will be a big drama because of his little monster. The sound of shoes with a firm tone sounded closer and closer.

Chequek!

"What's up, son?"