The Beautiful Cheating

The Spicy Syndication Seika

Since the Neneng beating, I have kept my distance from Ali Suprapto. I stayed away from him, even avoiding eye contact with him. Like this morning, I was busy with brownies on the first floor, pretending not to see when the 55-year-old was walking in front of me.

And this is the second day my silent action has taken place. Surprisingly, I didn't see Mayang at all. Access to the seventh floor was closed making it impossible for me to visit it. I just went to the sixth floor to see Maya and take care of her.

The brownies I made were for him, too. I don't know why, I feel happy when I see his mouth chewing on my cooking. He never refused anything I put in his mouth. He can also smile when I invite him to chat.

Even though his eyes were still empty. But at least, this is better than when I saw him yesterday.

"Ehem!" Ali pretended to be pounding while folding both hands over the bar, where I was shaking the cake dough there using a mixer.

"Only alone, Neng?" the old man's voice was very boring. I'm so sick of him.

"Cock quiet? Still mad? What else needs your touch, huh?" god, at first glance I see his lips smiling pervertedly looking at me. But I'm still flinching.

"Oh, come on, Darling. Don't let me be like this. Can't I, um," he's spoiled. Funny too, but I still flinch. Lazy made a sound for him.

"Guil!" shouted Mira who ran over to me with a smile.

"Why, Mommy?" many wonder. Mira doesn't usually smile as bright as this sun.

"Geek, I can try the brownies later, okay? Can you?" hmmm .. There are ants behind the candy. "May, if so then you sit there first. I made the cake, huh?" my reply was friendly.

"OK, Adek is the best." he immediately rushed to the dining table while playing mobile phone. Although still limited, but for us the wives are grateful still given the freedom to play mobile phones. All our activities in cyberspace are closely watched by hacker Ali Suprapto.

Ali clucked annoyed to see me respond well to the arrival of Mira, but not with his arrival.

"Okay, you're sorry, okay. Don't be angry. You can't, Darling," he whined. But I even hate his words more.

"That?" I raised my eyebrows. And he nodded in response to my question.

"Who are you torturing?" tanyaku.

"Neneng, Darling," he answered softly.

"I'm sorry to me? Old age, his brain is still rich son of Kindergarten," my nagging. Unknowingly, I got more and more daring to refute all of his rules and was more able to fight him.

"He's wrong, Darling." He still doesn't take the blame for this.

"You want me or whoever's wrong, how much wrong we are, if you're still using violent events, you're to blame, Ali Suprapto!" I stopped the action of my mixer, then looked at the old man in front of me sharply.

"I told you, didn't I? If you still want to play rough with women, kill me first, you. We are not puppets, we are not robots. We are human beings with a heart, feelings, and logic. But unfortunately, of those three you don't have. Your logic, heart, and feelings lose to the two black magic in your body. Ego and obsession. How humiliating!" I emphasized every word I said. Mira shook her head at the warning code, but I was indifferent.

"But I just want them to satisfy me, Darling," he said. I shook my head slowly, not expecting the frontal answer.

"Go to Bandun*an, Sem*rang. You will have satisfaction there. Instead of being a coward at home, go there. Aye, right?"