The Sugar Mommy

Rian's anger

“Elsa, do you have no ears? If you hear me, you should get out right now! Out, Elsa!” yelled Rian again.

“Tuh, he's really a devil,” cynical someone.

Elsa who was inside the bathroom as soon as she heard the sound of Rian shouting blindly came out after wearing her black negligee. “There's what Mas Rian was screaming outside. Can't he just go in?” elsa asked herself.

Her steps hurriedly walked forward and opened the door, instantly as both of Elsa's eyes rounded to see the scene before her. Rian was already standing on the edge of the terrace with a flaming look and both hands were clenched like they were about to give a ton to Elsa's face. The woman was clearly shocked by Rian's behavior this time. Elsa also realized that many neighbors were watching them, even some were directing the camera as if they were both shooting a movie.

“Mas, your face why? You're fighting or what? Come in, I will treat your wounds,” Elsa said attentively. He reached out his hand to grab Rian's cheek, making sure that the man was okay, but Rian first brushed his hand away as if Elsa was the filth he had to stay away from.

“Don't be your holy-ass,” he shouted.

Elsa doesn't understand. “What are you talking about, anyway, Mas? After all you came here directly screaming like crazy. Though you can go in and talk carefully, are you not ashamed of the neighbor who saw us,” shrewd Elsa while pulling the right arm of her husband, she said, it was a little interesting to enter but again only rejection was obtained.

“No shame, because of your more embarrassing actions,” reply Rian cynically.

“No need for attention-grabbing, thief. You don't know, if you've done anything bad. You shouldn't steal food at Mak Ratih's house. All the neighbors already know your bad behavior which is a thief. You are poor, we are poor, but you should not do that. Look, the neighbors who are watching us are those who are gossiping us all out,” shouted Rian, although the corner of his lips was hurt and sore to use to speak, so to speak, but he no longer cares because there are emotions that must be expressed.

Elsa took a few steps back, again surprised by what her husband said that he was accusing her of suddenly. “What do you mean, Mom? I've never stolen at Mak Ratih's house. Mak Ratih himself often gave me food. Why don't you trust me?” refute Elsa.

“Leave it, they don't know the reality. You have to trust me that I never steal in his house. I realize who I am. After all, I knew that stealing was a sin, so I never did. I'm still afraid of God,” upset Elsa. Her words seemed not to be heard by Rian, even her own husband did not believe in the honesty he had.

“Everyone already knows, he said they also have proof. You just admit that you did steal from Mak Ratih's house,” urged Rian.

“Hei Rian, you do not need to pretend to urge your wife to admit her mistake because the thief will not admit that he has stolen. You must have conspired with him anyway, right? Do not pretend to be holy by giving your wife advice, even though you yourself are also wrong.” A forty-year-old man spoke up.

“This is none of your business,” jolts Rian.

“Already, Mas, mending in and do not make a noise here. You don't have to believe what they say. I've been honest with you that what I did was right, I didn't steal. So come in now.” This time Elsa pulled Rian's arm, but he brushed it off again.

This time Rian raised his hand and was about to punch his dodging wife, but he immediately stopped and aborted his intention when he realized that he should not treat Elsa that way.

“Sials. All bastards!” maki Rian who knows who, after that he went straight into his house without caring about Elsa who was still silent on the terrace, still too incredulous with what Rian would have done a few seconds ago.

SERIATE....