Wife Revenge Wasted

Live and breathe

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The sound was heard from the knife that collided constans with the cutting board. His voice came from a kitchen that looked messy with smoke billowing and the pungent aroma of spices. A fat woman paused for a moment to slice an onion as her eyes felt so sore and watery. He wiped his tears with his shoulder and then slightly looked up so that his tears would stop dripping.

The voice of the presto pot sounded deafening. He immediately turned off the stove and stuck the vent tube with a wooden spatula, steam came out. While waiting for the hiss of the pot to stop, Anjani continued the activity of cutting onions that he had not finished. The frying pan he noticed was right, worried that the oil was too hot.

“The leaves are cut long, not too small. Not beautiful!” comments of a new woman approaching Anjani. She is Widi, mother-in-law and hostess in this mansion. The woman already looks fresh and beautiful, inversely proportional to Anjani who still smells of spices. His life he spent in the kitchen, preparing a food menu three times a day also makes the snacks that Widi and her youngest child want.

“Iya, Mah.” Anjani obey only. Although in this house there are some ART, but cooking remains the main task. For Widi, it is futile to finance Anjani cooking courses if her knowledge is not used.

“Still a long time no matengnya? Cheryl is coming soon.” The woman watched the empty court table.

“In the meantime Mah, stay in plating. Mba, please yes...” He asked for the help of ART who had just watched Anjani cook.

“Good, Bu.” An ART immediately approached and arranged the food on the plate. Already four menus are ripe and Anjani's sweat has fallen. Maybe its size is equivalent to corn grain.

Not long after, a bell rang. Anjani looked at the wall clock that was in front of her eyes. It was seven o'clock at night. It felt like he had put all his energy into it, but it was still hard.

“Lelet you! Hunts come from Cheryl.” Widi's eyes glared sharply at Anjani. Then move on to open the door.

Anjani could only be speechless at her in-laws treatment. Though he was the son-in-law in this house, but Cheryl who he always adored. Really, it hurts. However, even if he was upset, still he could only hold it in his heart. In the end, there was nothing he could do. Requesting justice? On whom?

Anjani is nobody in this house. Only a daughter-in-law and wife are unwanted by her husband's family. Only one person who always did good to Anjani and loved her sincerely, his grandfather-in-law who died three months ago.

“Tanteee... how are you?” the voice could still be heard by Anjani.

A typical spoiled voice belongs to Cheryl, a famous artist. The brown-eyed girl became an advertising model in her husband's company. Cheryl has been coming home for a month to meet Widi and occasionally stay overnight. If calculated, this one week has twice Cheryl stay overnight. The reason is because he feels lonely in his apartment, living far from his parents in Yogyakarta.

“Good dong. Cheryl looks more beautiful. Treatment where?” Curious Widi rubbed the girl's rosy smooth cheeks.

“Tan's habits, there are clients who want to place their business at the promoin. He gave me a cooperation offer, yes I tried treatment there first. If it's good, I'll take it. According to Auntie, the result is good?” The girl showed off her soft skin like ****^* baby, combined with charming dimples. She looks beautiful when she smiles.

“Very beautiful.. sometime invite aunty there dong, aunt also want care, the feeling of face added sagging aja.” Widi pressed her cheeks that were not as tight as before.

“Sip! Cheryl takes Aunt there.”

“Still Cheryl.” Widi smiled happily at the invitation of the brunette girl.

“Sister Andrew where Tan is, hasn't gone home from work?” Cheryl goes into a daze to find Andrew, the Sanjaya family's first child, aka Anjani's husband.

“Jani, call your husband. The cooking is done, right?” really no. Anjani was the target of the plunge for him to make a whole.

“Iya, Mah.” Anjani immediately wiped his hands with a napkin. Then walk quickly to the stairs to the second floor. When Anjani passed in front of Cheryl, the girl did not intend to say hello in the slightest, preferring to turn her face while chuckling amusedly with Widi, seeing the way the thick-bodied woman who thought she looked like a penguin.

“That's okay Tan, tell him to call?” Cheryl refused to even mention Anjani by name.

“Let's just let me curusan. Aunt claustrophobic every time see her body as big as a crystal cabinet so.” Widi also looked at Anjani who had difficulty climbing the stairs. Just four steps up his breath was boring. There are eight more steps to get to the second floor.

“Petan doang, already want to go through dinner!” Widi voiced out cynically. Who else did he mean if not Anjani.

“Iya, Mah.” Like a fool, Anjani can only obey.

Arriving in front of her room, Anjani was about to knock on the door of the room. He was still trying to catch his hunting breath. But suddenly the door opened and revealed a man with glasses with a fresh and clean face. The perfume also stings fresh.

It was Andrew, Anjani's husband. A perfect man, with sharp black eyes, a big nose, lips that contain a strong jaw. His neat brows looked attractive when wrinkled like that. The drawback was only one, his attitude was too cold.

“You what are you?” Andrew's way of speaking is no different than Widi's way of speaking.

“Em, that's Mamah calling for dinner, Mas.” Even so, Andrew's cold gaze always managed to make Anjani's heart pound.

The athletic man did not chim in, letting Anjani smile crazily until his teeth were dry. He chose to come down for dinner.

“Sister Andrew!!!” That spoiled cry came from Cheryl. He hugged Andrew and kissed the left right cheek without hesitation.

Anjani peeked from above. She saw Cheryl struggling on her husband's sturdy arm. Anjani's heart grimaced at Cheryl's attitude. Not just this one time, but many times Cheryl did this before her and her mother-in-law without hesitation or embarrassment. Even more disturbing, Widi smiled, also happy to see the close and warm interaction between Cheryl and her eldest son. Is it wrong that an Anjani is jealous and feels nothing in this house?

Unknowingly, Anjani's tears just trickled down as she looked at Andrew's hand lightly coiled around Cheryl's slender waist. They sauntered kale towards the dining table that was full of food.

Anjani could only stroke her chest with a grievous heart. He rubbed his tears violently. All of Andrew's sweet attitude towards Cheryl was so real in front of his eyes, while as a wife, he never got such treatment.

“Mas, how can you? I'm your wife, still breathing and having feelings.” Anjani's heart trembled as her tongue spoke. He bit his lips crazily, scooping the air deeply to spread his turbulent heart.

“Anjani! Where are you?” call Widi in a loud voice from down there.

Should Anjani come down and meet them?

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