The Substitute

House Detainee

It has been two weeks since Ameera was allowed to go home by doctors, but Ozan kept her locked up at home. He did not allow Ameera to go anywhere including going to college.

Making Ameera upset isn't playing. How not, he was desperately seducing Ozan by doing what he thought was the most shameful thing in the world. Be a little wild on the bed.

The last way that Ameera thought was capable of knocking down her husband's defences that did not give her permission to leave the house.

Every time she finished her mandatory activities serving her husband's passion, she would seduce him with a spoiled struggle to let Ozan go to college. But Ozan's answer remains no.

As was the case this morning, they again argued after previously doing friendly activities in bed. Ameera has even had a few spoiled whines on Ozan. But Ozan is not his name if he is influenced by Ameera's deadly seduction.

"I'm going to college, period!" Ameera had begun to lose her spoiled voice which was gleamingly changing with a voice of emphasis .

"Darling, look, your wounds are still there." Ozan pointed to several parts of Ameera's body that showed scars.

"It's healed. It's just a scar. It will also disappear on its own" he said, patting the scar trying to prove that the scar did not hurt anymore.

"No way!" ozan said firmly.

"It's been two weeks that you've put me under house arrest, you're as bad as me!" shout Ameera.

Ozan just turned his face away, "Bodo is so!"

"Why am I not in the chain? Can't you guys get out of the room?" Ameera hit Ozan with her pillow. Ozan was only able to fend off the surprise attack.

"Ameera, later if the wounds are gone, then you can get out of the house."

"Alright, then from tonight on I won't sleep with you. I want to move to the guest room" said Ameera, making Ozan dizzy himself.

"Sin, let the husband be lonely because he sleeps alone. You want to be doomed like the ones in the movies. Is that the title?" Ozan began to think for a moment about the title of the film with a long title that is often seen Ameera.

Ameera began to be upset to hear Ozan's increasingly unreasonable words. Suddenly an idea sprang up in Ameera's mind . He took the phone from the nightstand. Ozan furrowed his brows watching Ameera's movements, with his innocent body covered only in a blanket.

"What look-look?" Ameera nodded while rounding her eyes. Ozan simply raised both of his hands as if gesturing up.

Ameera made a call through her phone. He called someone far away. While Ozan was still sitting next to the bed leaning his head, waiting for the magical thing Ameera would do next.

"Hello... Mama...!" ameera's words made Ozan jump. "Help me, Mama..."

"Ameera, don't be..., you think we're shooting a telenovela movie?" Ozan interrupts in the middle of Ameera's conversation on the phone.

Ameera stuck her tongue out at Ozan. He activates the phone loudspeaker so that Ozan can also hear his mother's voice.

"Why are you, son...? What are you doing with Ozan?" I heard Zarima's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Please pick me up, mah... Ozan is evil just like me!" Ameera's voice was heard softly, as if she were the saddest man on earth.

"Evil how, son?" Zarima's voice was alarmed, while Ameera smiled with satisfaction.

" I'm in brackets at home, Mah. It's been two weeks not to leave the house. Mama pick you up. I want to stay with Mama."

Ozan continued to watch Ameera with the tail of his eyes,

If it's an Oscar, I'm sure you're the winner.

"Geez, Ozan is really outrageous... Wait a minute, son. Mama told me Papa. We'll pick you up then," Hearing the mother-in-law's words, Ameera showed a triumphant smile.

Suddenly Ozan seizes Ameera's cell phone which makes Ameera excited. Then, without permission, Ozan turns voice calls into video calls.

The look on Zarima's face was already upset there when he saw Ozan's face appearing on the phone screen.

"Ozzanines... What are you, Ameera? Why did Ameera ask Mama to pick me up?"

"Well, don't believe the same mother-in-law who plays this queen. He's just acting..." Ozan points the camera at Ameera, whose body is covered in a blanket. Then he turned back to his face.

"You're Ameera's brackets at home? Why?"

"Mama remembered two weeks ago what happened to Ameera. I'm just asking him to rest for a few more days." Ozan gives the most reasonable Alibi so as not to get a spiritual flush from his mother.

"Yes already, but you must not be fierce with Ameera."

"No, Mah... Mama saw it, right? We're still in bed. Ameera's just a wayward, Mah." Ozan deliberately showed off his bare chest to his mother, who could certainly guess what they were doing.

Zarima also laughed loudly to make Ameera's face embarrassed.

"Yes before, Mah... We want to continue what has not been resolved because the drama pretended to be crashing this morning,"

"Devam et, torun istiyorum" Zalima said with a chuckle.

"Tamam anne." Ozan replied with a satisfied smile. Then terminate the video call connection.

Ameera snorted in annoyance, guessing what Ozan and his mother were talking about before ending the call, Ameera did not understand as they were speaking Turkish.

"Have you seen, right? How dangerous is it to deal with Ozan Chandra Jaya?" ozan said by showing a thin grin.

Out of annoyance and shame Ameera threw her fist at Ozan's face. Making Ozan complain because he was in boxing suddenly.

"This consequently toyed with Ameera Malika Hutomo bint Rudianto Hutomo." Ameera replied to mention the full name.

He immediately took his bathrobe and went to the bathroom. Not caring about Ozan who was grimacing in pain because Ameera's fist was right about the nose of his nose. Ameera slammed the bathroom door hard.

"That boy, his barbaric soul is not lost" Ozan muttered grimacingly holding his flushed nose.

***

Ameera had finished bathing and changed while Ozan was still sitting on the bed. Ameera doesn't care about Ozan. He remains in his stance, today must go to college.

"I'm leaving,"

"Where?"

"Lecture"

Ozan scratched his head, already not knowing what way he could use to lock Ameera in the house.

"Yank... Next week, his college. You were home for a few days now" Ozan said.

"I'm a new student, Mom. Time I have to leave continuously, mentang-about foundation temoat I went to college had your family. I can't do it either,"

Ozan was at a loss for words.

It is not easy to face this child...

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