Wife Revenge Wasted

Despondent

“So, you are a beauty plastic surgeon specialist?” the question was asked by Anjani on the way home from the hospital. He sat in the passenger seat, while Kelvin was behind the wheel. He looked at Kelvin who was focused on the steering wheel he was controlling, with curiosity.

“I've stopped,” the man replied lightly.

“Karena?” Anjani is getting curious. Though he heard from Bobby that Kelvin is a great and talented doctor. The man even offered Kelvin back to open his practice in the city. Isn't that a good offer?

“Because, I want to stop.” The man was strong with his answer. Glancing at Anjani a little then smiled a little.

“Yes, what is the cessation of desire? It's a little unique. Among the many beauty clinics that mushroomed lately, the number of plastic surgery enthusiasts to the number of young doctors who choose to become a beauty doctor compared to other specialties, you like to turn around by choosing to stop.“ Anjani's sentence sounded hanging, as she felt. But Kelvin understood correctly the meaning of Anjani's question.

“I'm not capable in my field.” The man's answer was short and made Anjani frown, disbelieving.

“Honestly, I don't really believe.” Anjani sniffs his shoulders, doubting Kelvin's words.

“Why?” Kelvin asked the woman. He held back his laughter hearing Anjani's spontaneous answer.

“Because, the person who admits his weakness to the person he just met, usually because he feels hopeless. Whether it's on the circumstances, on himself or on anything else that makes him feel inappropriate,” Anjani said with confidence.

Kelvin turned to Anjani and seemed curious as to why the woman could think so.

“Not to be surprised, I'm not a psychologist. I'm just expressing my thoughts because I've felt that way.” This time Anjani's voice sounded a little quivering. His gaze was narky on the spring dog doll that was twitching on the dashboard.

“You're desperate?” Change Kelvin who is increasingly curious. He chose to pull over his car because he felt better he talked in the condition of not doing anything else. He needs to focus on sharing his story with this woman.

“Yes, I was once very desperate when what I was trying to do was not getting the results I expected.” Anjani paused his sentence for a while, with a heavy-sounding breath.

“I'm a woman who has nothing, Vin. Even in my husband's eyes, I was just a pile of fat that fed him up. Hahahaha.. yes that's more or less my position analogy first.” The woman laughed in the middle of her sentence, a bitter laugh as she recalled what had happened to her life during the past year.

“The attitude of the closest people who treat me like that, makes me often feel disappointed and hopeless in myself. Every time I get to know someone, instead of showing what my strengths are, I am more likely to reveal my flaws. Because I'm afraid, I'm afraid they can't accept me.”

“I realized I was wrong, and I just realized it was wrong after I got this second chance at life. Maybe God wants to make me realize that I should be grateful for what I have. God wants me to fix myself and make me realize that there are people who can help me for no reason. Like you and doctor Bobby.” Anjani smiled little there was a man who was listening to his story.

“Not everyone is disappointed with our circumstances and not everyone is reluctant to accept our condition. Right?” Anjani asked again, this time quite seriously.

Kelvin understood, he agreed with Anjani's thinking. “What despair is it that makes you plunge into the sea?” resurrected the question that Kelvin wanted to ask and all this time he held. From the condition of his body, he was sure Anjani was not an accident, but he tried to hold his curiosity because he did not want to pry Anjani's old wounds.

“No,” The woman shook her head. “Even if I am desperate for my situation, I do not intend to end my life. I'm a slightly vindictive person, sometimes it comes to my mind a desire where I want to see people who are evil to me suffer in the world and I witness it. Business in the afterlife, it's her business with a god I don't need to know about. I'm evil, right?” Anjani smiled wryly at herself. Kelvin didn't chim in, because he had felt that way. Wanting to see the person who destroyed it pay off what they did.

“Lantas, what makes you swim freely in that coral sea?” Kelvin's getting curious. To him, what Anjani said was quite human, naturally felt by a human who had a heart. His determination is Anjani's attempt to embrace his broken heart and to strengthen himself.

“Two people wanted my death. The death of an actual stupid woman was never worth anything in their eyes.” This time Anjani spoke while staring at the white clouds that were in front of him. The shadow of Andrew and Cheryl's face suddenly appeared like a collage in his mind.

Kelvin looked at Anjani's powerful clenched hand full of stifled anger. He could imagine the turbulent feeling that was in the chest of the woman beside him. Doesn't that mean this woman was a survivor of the murder? Not only the killing of his physique, but also of his mentality, with all that unjust treatment.

“Minum,” Kelvin suddenly gives his drinking bottle to Anjani. He believes this woman needs him.

Anjani turned to Kelvin and looked at him for a while. How could this man understand his anger? Despite this, he still gulped down the water to wet his dry throat.

“You are right, I am desperate,” Kelvin said suddenly.  He leaned his head on the headrest and looked at his hands which he occasionally clenched tightly.

“If someone wants your death, then someone else wants the death of my character.” The man turned to Anjani and looked at her wistfully. At first glance there was a lot of anger behind her charming smile.

“You mean?” Anjani turned curious.

Kelvin clenched his lips that felt mute and saliva that felt bitter when swallowed. “Someone wants to destroy me by accusing me of wrongdoing while acting on a patient,”. He had not continued his sentence because his chest hurt too much when he remembered the incident. The two people ended up only looking at him for a while before continuing a sentence that would probably pry at his old wounds. Shouldn't they have to prepare his heart first?

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