The Snow In Paris

CHAPTER - 32

If earlier when gathered with his domestic assistants Snow could smile widely, as if there was no burden of trouble on his shoulder, another case when he returned to the room.

Snow daydreamed again in front of the balcony thinking why did Aaric not allow his mother to come in and see him? His mother had come all the way from Bandung. Why would Aaric throw the food his mother gave him in the trash? Snow knew only when his mother had painstakingly made that much cooking for him.

The questions in her mind made Snow angry and resentful towards her husband. "And all this time I always tried to respect her mommy, even though mommy never did well to me" murmured Snow. "You have the heart of Aaric." Clear circles began to fall on his cheeks.

He imagined how disappointed his mother had come all the way to Jakarta but could not meet him. "What did Aaric say to my mother?" he was worried that Aaric was hurting his mother's feelings.

In the middle of his daydream, Aaric suddenly came to him. "Dear night" she said with a sweet smile as she coded Nanik's bik to get out of his wife's room. "How was your day? Pleasant?" aaric asked, he was about to kiss Snow on the cheek, but Snow avoided him.

"Why did you throw my mother out?" snow asked without making small talk, this time he could not be patient anymore, because Aaric had dared to expel his mother.

Aaric put on his innocent face, as if he did not understand what Snow said. "Why are you again, baby?" he tried to stroke Snow's head, but Snow quickly brushed him aside. "I just came home from work, instead of being greeted with smiles and hugs even in the snapping," protested Aaric with his nanda manjanya.

"Mas Aaric does not need to pretend not to know. This morning Aaric deliberately asked me not to take Aaric mas to the terrace because Aaric knew my mother was in front and Aaric would throw him away? What was my mother's fault, until Aaric kicked her out like that?"

"You're talking about what Snow is, this morning I told you to sunbathe behind so that your body and face are fresher. Who kicked mom anyway? Is mom here?" Aaric was still trying to deny and pretended not to know. "Have it, you are mostly hallucinating the no-no. I promise you, this weekend will accompany you to go for a walk wherever you want, so that your mind can be more fresh and not hallucinate that no longer."

"Halusination you say??" Snow got up from his seat, then he picked up his knitting bag and brandished it before Aaric. "This is what mas? You threw the mother's bag of food into the front bin."

Aaric was a little surprised, but he still tried to look relaxed in response to his wife's fiery "Come on Snow, the bag could be owned by anyone in this world. Maybe there was a passerby who threw it in front of our house. Never mind, I just got home from work, and I'm really tired so please don't make trouble" he flipped his body about to step out of the room, but Snow prevented it. "Wait for me!!"

Snow was still not content to interrogate her husband, he let Aaric confess and give a reasonable explanation why he would do such a thing to his biological mother. "I'm not finished!!" Snow pulled Aaric's arm, holding him away. "This knitting bag I made it myself, with my own hands!! So it is impossible if there is a matching color motif and even to the details. I also memorized how my mother's cooking tasted."His shouting.

"It's better for Aaric to admit that Aaric kicked my mother out and threw my food in the trash" Snow continued to urge Aaric to admit.

"That's all not true, I never did the thing you accused me of!" Aaric still remained clumsy on his stance, he refused to admit his actions.

Snow shook his head, it could be that the evidence was in front of Aaric's eyes still continued to dodge him. "You're not just a bad guy, but a LIAR!!"

Buug... Buug...

Snow beat Aaric in the chest, lost all patience with what Aaric did. "Basic liar!" snow shouted, "are you still not satisfied to hurt me, so you hurt my mother too."

Bruug..

Snow's back hit the closet so hard that he grimaced in pain. "www..."

"What if I throw your mother out? Why would I throw food out of your mother?" asked Aaric with a tone that was no less high and his cynical face.

"This is my home, I can do whatever I want in my own home. Besides my money is enough, you can buy whatever food you want, so you don't have to eat that junk food anymore!!"

Hearing Aaric insult his mother's cooking, Snow got up and attacked Aaric again, not caring about the pain in his back. "You're a man with no heart, just like your mother. I really hate you guys!!"

As Aaric's face turned red, he heard Snow say his mother's name had no heart. "Never insult my mommy with your dirty mouth" he held a single look in his wife's face.

Plaaac...

Snow was silent for a while while holding his cheek which began to feel hot because of the hard slap he received.

"I'll never forgive you if you dare insult mommy, keep that!!" Aaric left his wife's room. "Based on a damn woman who doesn't know how to profit, just bother," he grumbled.

Apparently the commotion was heard by Astrid, she smiled very happy to hear her son defending himself. Astrid approached Snow with a basket of dirty clothes.

"I don't want one washing machine with a padlock, so from tomorrow you wash your own clothes, never wear the facilities in this house including my house assistant!!" Astrid held the basket up high and spilled it before Snow.

"Never dream of becoming a queen in this house, once the kingpin remains unkempt murhan," Astrid turned to leave Snow's room.

Snow fell to his knees, weeping over his fate. "O Allah, why is my household like this? Why does everything seem to be my fault? Huhoo... Mom I miss mom... I'm going home to the hyks..."

Long Snow wept for his fate, he cleaned his dirty clothes, put them in a large plastic bag, after which he returned to take his sedatives, the turmoil that happened today made him increase the dose he drank, he said, from one tablet to two.

He hoped that the medicine could slightly expel the turmoil of his heart that had been destroyed, the sense of flying as if floating in the air Snow felt after he consumed his sedative, which he felt, he laid his body on the bed and slept with a much more comfortable and peaceful feeling.