The Enchantment of the Pelintrik

Sleep Curious

Irma returned to the dining table with a bad feeling. She remembered her husband's habits the last few days. Other than playing more mobile phones, there is nothing else to suspect.

Beni does not leave the house, even if it goes only about one to two hours to buy salon needs that run out. There is no indication Beni went to meet other women, as Irma herself often went to grocery stores selling their subscription salon needs. In addition to the location quite far from home, the store was always crowded and queued.

Two hours is the standard time if you spend a lot, already calculated by traveling time on a motorcycle.

Almost ten minutes Irma was pensive, staring at the boiled noodles in an already steamless bowl. Beni did not come out of the bathroom, Erma's noodles were cold and swollen. Fruit's drying. But Irma insists on waiting until Beni is done with the bathroom.

“Loh what are you doing here?” beni asked with a surprised look after exiting the bathroom and crossing the dining table. He didn't think Irma would make him dinner.

“Say was about to eat, so I made some boiled noodles. The side was up with the kids this afternoon,” Erma replied flatly, annoyed that her husband felt innocent. “But now the boiled noodles have been turned into fried noodles!”

“I actually did not really laper, I just said I want to take a shower first,” said Beni trying to explain. “But I eat nothing, baby if thrown away. You just rest now, eyes are narrow so!”

Actually Irma was reluctant to move from the dining table, wanted to ask why Beni was so long in the bathroom. He also wanted to ask who Beni had contacted at these nights. It's just the timing isn't right, it's night. He does not want to provoke a fight.

Irma stared at the bowl of noodles that were shaped like large worms. “You want me to make it again? That's not good!”

“No need, it's still edible! You rest now, wait for me in the room!” beni's orders. His eyes looked pityfully at his wife who looked tired from keeping the stall all day.

In various situations, Beni likes to be accompanied when eating. Beni also likes to be served, taken a drink, asked this and that by his wife. They will talk lightly about the daily income, needs of goods and also the school of children.

But tonight, Beni wants to eat alone. He felt a little bad for being in the bathroom too long. His tired and sleepy wife did not let him open his eyes longer just to accompany eating.

Irma breaks down in bed, still thinking her husband's cause is changing. He re-opened social media, exploring cyberspace to find something that stuck his heart. Become a stalker on her husband's social media accounts. Beni's mumpung is at the dining table.

Amazingly, Beni did not enter the room until the next hour. Isn't it too much to spend a bowl of noodles in an hour? Irma could even eat such cold noodles in just five minutes.

Irma deliberately restrained the drowsiness, she had already closed her phone for not getting anything. The profile of her husband who uses the name Iben on social media shows no symptoms, or maybe he who does not know? Yes Irma doesn't know her husband's efbe login password.

Checking Beni's phone directly was the answer to her curiosity. Irma waited in the blanket, closed her eyes, pretended to be asleep. Find time to see the goddamn phone when her husband sleeps.

About thirty minutes later, Beni entered the room, breaking down the body. Still playing cell phone behind his wife's back. Irma guessed Beni was replying to someone. There was no notification sound, but Beni's hands were busy, her finger movements making a faint sound on the increasingly silent night.

Irma just kept quiet, waiting until Beni fell asleep. Unfortunately, his eyes were too tired to pretend to be closed until midnight. He slept in curiosity.

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