Wife Revenge Wasted

Plan to change

Dinner was the time Anjani had been waiting for. The woman ate vigorously, took her medicine quickly, without needing the help of a banana so that she could swallow the medicine that was often difficult to get into her throat.

He also made Kelvin's favorite coffee which he learned from the waiter at home. Put it on the family room table and sit quietly waiting for Kelvin who was washing his hands.

“Wah, already have coffee,” said Kelvin while kissing the smell of arabica that makes his mind fresh.

“You will work hard tonight, so I have to contribute even if only a little,” Anjani chimed with passion.

The man only smiled, even though the woman's hand had not healed properly, but her efforts were really maximal. Of course Kelvin knew what Anjani meant. He immediately took the tablet on the table, then approached Anjani and sat next to him.

“Okey, we will start our work.” Kelvin turned on his tablet screen and Anjani looked even more excited. “I have already received a letter of informed consent about the action plan that we will do. You read it first and if you agree, please sign.” Kelvin gave the tablet to Anjani.

Anjani was curious about the contents of the affidavit and immediately read it. It contained more or less about the approval of the procedure of action to be undertaken by Anjani. “I agree!” The woman immediately signed the signature.

“You sure? Very good read it.” Kelvin half-believes in Anjani's remarks.

“Yakin. I asked you to have my face surgery, too. It should be the most important thing is how much I have to prepare and what the consequences if I do not pay,” Anjani chimpanzees straightforwardly.

“There is no such agreement, my payment is the trust you give.” Kelvin said solemnly, making Anjani smile proudly at the man.

“That is what makes me believe that your hand brings help, not to harm others. Okey, continue!” this woman's spirit is indeed passionate to make Kelvin feel increasingly challenged.

“Okey, before I want to know what your face used to be like. You have the picture?” Kelvin.

“There, on my medsos account. Search aja Utsukushii Anjani,” Women mention the name of their social media account clearly.

“You're a Japanese movie buff?” Kelvin was curious about the prefix name on the account medsos Anjani which means beautiful.

“I used to be a lover of detective conan, before my life problem is more complicated than the case that must be solved by Shinichi kudo,” said the woman honestly.

“Hahaha…. “ Kelvin laughs loudly at Anjani's speech. There was just an absurd phrase that this woman had spoken.

“Then have you changed your direction?” while looking for the social media account, Kelvin kept asking.

“Yes, I now like drakor. I chose a genre of stories whose main character was a strong woman, beautiful, valued by many men and found the perfect partner. It was more interesting to me that the reality of his life was far from a happy impression.” This time Anjani's answer sounded serious.

“Kok didn't laugh Vin? I think it's funny.” Anjani protests because Kelvin is silent. He likes to hear Kelvin laugh.

“I don't like to laugh at other people's problems. If it can't help him, then I choose silence.” The man took it seriously.

The man turned to Anjani and the woman just nodded. “You're a good man, Vin,” praise Anjani with all your heart.

Kelvin just smiled a little, not at Anjani's praise but at the sweet face he had just found. Anjani's face in youth. His face shape is oval, his eyebrows are very thick, his nose is Asian standard, not too high, but his smile is very sweet.

“That's my photo SMA time. Before I knew that the reality of life was cruel. All I was thinking about was how to get more pocket money and maintain value so that I could continue to get scholarships. Then this one,” Anjani shifts the screen of a Kelvin tablet that shows her face after she has a miscarriage. “This is a face full of sorrow because my baby candidate died.” In the photo, Anjani's body is already fattened, the same size as his body when Kelvin first found.

“Okey, good reference. We will try what kind of face is suitable for the new Anjani.” Kelvin no longer discusses Anjani's grief, he does not want this woman to recall her wounds.

“Firstly what is it like?” Anjani immediately faced Kelvin and showed her face covered in wounds.

“We first open the verbanya.” Kelvin began to remove one by one the remaining bandages that still closed Anjani's wounds. Occasionally the woman grimaces as the remaining gauze still sticks to her wound that begins to dry.

"Can't be blown, from the mouth there are bacteria, if the germs come flying and stick in your face, then your face can be infected." The explanation of a doctor is different.

"Heemm, okay, I'll hold it." Anjani closed her eyes while holding on to the side of the sofa. Sometimes he grimaces when the remaining gauze attached to his wound is plucked and slightly sore. Kelvin removed one bandage carefully and after a while the plaster was removed completely.

"Okey, done." I don't know for what reason Kelvin was holding his breath long enough. They both exhaled a sigh of relief after all the bandages had come off. Kelvin looked at Anjani's broken and scarred face, then smiled slightly.

"Can I see my face, Vin?" ask Anjani. He was curious because Kelvin did not shudder in horror at seeing his face. Is her face not that bad?

"Come," Kelvin pulled out his phone and turned on the camera.

Anjani uses the phone to see his face. The woman was stunned for a while, but then smiled crazily. "You're not afraid of Vin, see my gini-broken face?" Anjani's eyes to the tears saw his face that was very damaged. He was afraid and did not dare to see it. Not too sure if these wounds would disappear from his face. There is no healthy skin left.

"I'm more afraid of people with smooth faces, but their hearts are rotten" Kelvin replied spontaneously.

"Are you entertaining me?" Anjani's cry suddenly stopped and turned into a bland laugh. Kelvin gives Anjani a piece of tissue.

"I'm not comforting anyone, what I'm saying is reality. Today, we cannot judge a person by physical appearance, more than that, his heart and mind are more important" Kelvin said.

Anjani did not chimed, he instead cried again hearing Kelvin's words. Whether it was consolation or not, he clearly felt very touched. Feeling her tears, Anjani immediately wiped her tears, "Awh," she complained because the tissue sweep of the wound was too dry.

"Be careful, let me help," Kelvin took a new tissue and wiped Anjani's tears carefully. They looked at each other for a while and threw smiles at each other.

"Thank you" said the girl.

"Return of love. Don't be sad anymore, let's start our work" the male chimed in, rubbing Anjani's shoulder, trying to encourage the woman.

"Okey, let's get to work." Anjani chimed in vigorously while clenching her hands.

That night, Kelvin begins his work to reconstruct Anjani's face. He drew a sketch of Anjani's face and began to measure several areas on Anjani's face. They all worked until nine in the evening.

"For now it is enough, we continue tomorrow. You need enough rest to restore your condition," said Kelvin, who is still busy with his drawings.

"Aren't you resting yourself?" Anjani is still watching Kelvin who is continuing his sketch.

"I'll finish this first. You can go first."

"Okey, good night Vin. Don't sleep too late." Anjani got out of place and waved her hand before disappearing behind the door of her room. Kelvin replies with a smile and lets Anjani enter his room first.

Behind her bedroom door, Anjani leaned against her body. I don't know why Kelvin's face was so clear in his eyes. "He's a good man" Anjani murmured, with a small smile.

While out there, Kelvin also muttered softly. "She's a sweet, hard-working woman." In his hands he still looks at one by one photos of Anjani on his social media pages. Anjani photos since High School and new to social media. His style is a little alay and unique. There are several photos of the girl being in the fields helping her mother, until her last photo was of her marrying Andrew. After that, there were no more photos that he posted, other than the photo when he lost his daughter. That's because he was marked in the photo by an account called Carissa.

"Huh, apparently this is the man who broke you, Jani," said Kelvin who continued to check the news about the man who became Anjani's husband. The man is now married and his wife is pregnant.

"What happens if you know?" Kelvin asked on a plain photo of Anjani. He could not imagine how Anjani would feel. Should he tell her?

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