The Wounds of the Past

Chapter 8 Pov Adit (my wife's behavior behind my back)

POV Dhea

"A salary from me still not enough to buy a car?" Ask big boss judes. His tone made eneg, not to mention his disrespectful attitude at all. Ask no while looking in the direction of the loving question.

Piqued. Although I thought this was a childish gesture, I still tried to strengthen myself to ignore the voice coming out of the big boss' mouth.

The two of us were having lunch together, in his room that looked neat but gloomy. It's like a grave.

How I miss being able to sit with a friend in the office cafeteria, joking around. Discussing this is what makes me happy despite the simple things.

"I asked you. Deaf to you!" Sent big boss rough. Now he looks at my face which is still busy observing the lunch menu. Trying to strengthen themselves even though the finger holding the chopsticks is vibrating.

Quite yesterday my ears were full of maki's abuse for taking his beloved daughter on a motorcycle. Eat at the meatballs. Actually the boss subscription too, because I used to buy it often. The boy's father was just as much a meatball fan.

I promised to try hard and calm down. Assuming that I was playing a fight in which I should come out a winner.

My first plan was to get the big boss to call my name. Dhea is not Rhea. Without thinking of his ex-wife.

Not as easy as imagined because now your finger is cold because it withstands fear. The big boss's eyes seemed to make me want to wet the bed. Afraid!

Relax, just eat casually even though cold sweat is pouring out all over the body.

"Budeg"

Quiescent. But my head is no longer down. Trying to raise your head. I won't let you bully me just like a monster!

Brakkk

The sound of rice on the floor. Continue the sound of chopsticks slamming towards the table.

I'm still quiet. I am getting bolder by crossing my legs. Continue to enjoy the rice supply sent by Amanda's mother. Today he was absent to accompany the boss to lunch.

"God!"

My hair is goosebumps. Fearful. But I want to be a winner. I close my eyes as if enjoying salmon with full expression. I was trying to stop myself from running out.

And,

Prahaang!

The boss glass broke.

My body began to relax, accepting the sentence I whispered in my heart. "It's not how much it's compared to before."

I lowered my legs, trying to brave myself to half bend towards the big boss. Picking up the piece of salmon that escaped his anger.

"I asked you!"

Quiescent. Silent.

My main strength is to avoid eye contact with the big boss eating everything will be fine. My ears are used to it and my heart has also understood it.

Bruk! Bruk!

Prangs!

Everything on the table now fell on the floor. Makes me have to bite chopsticks because I feel affectionate with my favorite fish.

"Solve everything, Jo. Let many. It's not silent gripping like this."

Escape. This sentence actually escaped my mouth. It's not just my fantasy lines that fill the cavities of the head and heart.

Plaque!

The boss's hard slap landed perfectly on my hand holding the lunch stock.

No matter with that sharp and deadly gaze, I hit back with all my might in my upper arm.

Bugh!

I floated a raw bogem on the sexy thigh of the big boss on the right and left. Utilizing the condition of the boss who is still holding his upper arm while frowning.

"Awu. Pain ****!" Shouted the big boss so aware I was still taking advantage of his unfocused condition by hitting all parts of his body while standing up.

"If you want to ask someone else it's good manners, boss. Keep your mouth, taught to speak politely. Don't make a sound!" My maki is hard. Half screamed until my voice echoed in this room.

And after that I ran away leaving the big boss who was still looking at me confused. Run as fast as possible to the door. Open roughly, close even with no less rude. Until I'm sure his voice can get to the front division.

"Oh my God-Yes-Oh God. Thank you for the power today." I said as soon as I got to my own seat. Calming my wild heartbeat as if it were coming out of its axis.

POV Jovan

After the commotion we had, me and that asshole secretary. I tried to re-digest his attitude which suddenly changed. The feeling, used to be just bowing your head. Quiet, listen. Answer. Recede!

Yes, just like that demonic woman. Nurut but instead kill me silently quietly from behind. Married a dagger just as I hugged her lovingly.

The name is almost the same, the attitude of behavior is almost the same. Fragile, they both look equally fragile. And-and-a

"Aeuw. Siaaal!" Shouts tight. While shaking hands exposed to glass fragments, rough.

Braaak!

The sound of the door being slammed made me look shocked at the same time withstanding the pain.

"What the hell, Boss!" My secretary's touch was rude.

Heh, since when did he have this kind of courage.

"Eat him, don't be a monster. What's on the banting. What's in broken. Kaan, it hurts."

I brushed aside Dhea's hand trying to pull my arm to look at my finger hit by the broken glass.

"Don't be a strong ass, boss. Sit here."

This woman again tried to pull my body to sit in my chair.

Reflek, I pushed the tiny body with the tip of the elbow. And..

"Auuww. Pain ****." My screams are getting louder. It really hurts.

"Sok strong. Monsters can still get sick." Eject Dhea after touching the finger part. Although not on target like his reaction me according to his expectations. Evidently a sadistic smile rose on his face.

"The father was childish. I used to relax and just call, Jo. It looks still worthy of being called mas mas handsome. This is it, monster. A pathetic old man." The cercar somehow got strength from nowhere.

To be honest, I was really confused by the change in attitude of this damned woman.

"What are you possessed by a genie, Dhe?" I asked slowly, unaware that my question was really coming out of my mouth. The proof is that my own ears hear.

"Aw. Slow down, fool!" I yelled once more as the girl pulled out a shard of shard on my index finger.

I surrendered. She's correct. I cannot stand physical injuries. And on the contrary, about the inner wound.

Maddened.

This girl is getting rough in treating my wounds. "Dark. Pain Dhea ****. Don't be hard."

The words that came out of Dhea's mouth seemed to hypnotize my eyes to keep looking at her face that was now wet with tears.

Stupid girl.

Who's hurt here.

"I miss the sound of laughter, father. I miss the same people who joke with each other. I miss my dad who was a great friend. I really miss the father who laughs with shame. I miss the gentleman who always speaks politely and softly. Couldn't sir, retire as a monster."

Eh?

Why these?