Wife Revenge Wasted

Searching for evidence

A wife's feelings are often never wrong when she feels something is wrong with her husband. After talking to Andrew a while ago, Anjani's feelings grew even more uneasy. Her husband tried to explain a condition that made Anjani uneasy, as if he understood the reason for his wife's anxiety. Awkward, yes very awkward according to Anjani because all this time Andrew never cared about his feelings.

Andrew's explanation is too precise for Anjani. Instead of being fun, it adds to her instincts as a wife, if Andrew is hiding something behind her. Andrew is not the kind of guy who likes to explain problems. Andrew's explanation, Anjani felt was just a manipulative process to his mind. He's well aware of who he is and who Cheryl is. Anjani is just a wife who is never wanted and cared for, while Cheryl is a young woman who always makes her husband's eyes sparkle. Isn't it not wrong that Anjani believes there is something special between Andrew and Cheryl?

Armed with that curiosity, Anjani accelerated her steps towards the second floor. The place where the guest room is located. He immediately went into the guest room to check the conditions in the room. When the door opened, he saw the atmosphere of the room that was already quite neat. It looks like ART has cleared the room.

However, Anjani did not believe. He climbed onto the bed and sniffed all corners of the sheets to the pillow. He also examined the surface of the sheets to determine if there was any liquid belonging to the men who were there.

Unfortunately, all is nil. “Kok nothing huh? Is this just my excessive suspicion?” Anjani brushed her hair in frustration. He began to doubt his curiosity. He looked around the room, completely neat and nothing strange.

“Jeez, what exactly am I? My mind is a mess gini?” Anjani scratched her head which was not actually itchy. He stared at the reflection of his face in the mirror, very messy indeed. His short hair was perfectly fluffy and far from a neat impression. She recalled the words Cheryl said a moment ago to ask her to take a bath.

“It's been over a year that I look neat and fresh in front of Andrew, but he never glanced at me. If I take a shower now, will anything change? I'm not Cheryl who's pretty and tall. Aren't I not an interesting sight for my husband?” Anjani asked herself. Really, her confidence always falls whenever she sees Cheryl who is in a close relationship with her husband. Cheryl is like an angel from heaven, while she?

Akh, Anjani is completely speechless. He chose to get off the bed instead of continuing to stretch like this. It may be true that he needs to take a shower to make it more pleasing to the eye.

“Akh,” just two steps taken Anjani, suddenly his soles feel pain when stepping on something. Trouble he bent down and it turned out he stepped on the button. He watched it closely, “Kok kayaknya mas Andrew yes?” Anjani lifted the button into the air, to see it more clearly under the light of the lamp. “Can't Cheryl have buttons like this?” Anjani thought long enough. After taking slimming pills, he felt that his brain became slower in thinking.

All of a sudden he had the urge in his heart to check out the clothes Andrew had been wearing last night. He went down to the first floor and went to the laundry room.

“What does the mistress look for?” One of the ART approached Anjani who was tweaking the contents of the washing machine. Hah, Anjani is always moved whenever the waiter calls her by the call of the mistress.

“Mba, there are Andrew mas clothes that are washed mba?”

“Oh, master clothes are still in the basket. Here,” the waiter picked up Andrew's navy shirt.

Anjani immediately checked the buttons. It was this shirt that her husband wore last night. He searched carefully for the button of the shirt and sure enough, the bottom button missed. Anjani's hand suddenly trembled, “Mba, this shirt where to take?”

“From guest room, mistress.”

Anjani's body suddenly limp. He was leaning next to the washing machine that was being filled with water. The water is quite heavy, as hot as Anjani's cold sweat. He smelled Andrew's shirt, there was a different perfume. He also took Cheryl's dress, apparently the fragrance of their perfume was mixed. Anjani is speechless. He chose to go to his room by tightly grasping the buttons in his hand. His stocky feet stepped weakly, occasionally feeling heavy, but his steps still he continued.

On the bed Anjani laid his body. His eyes looked up at the ceiling of his room. His heart was very painful, but his tears did not drip. Like those two eyes were already preparing to not cry if they saw something that made his heart ache.

“What should I do now? Can I ask you about this same Andrew?” Anjani. Yeah, very worried. He could not think of how he should start his question.

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Andrew did not chim. He chose to continue his lazy steps up the stairs. His strength was so exhausted and his clothes were a little messy. Anjani's chest suddenly rippled, bad thoughts began to penetrate the cavity of his head.

“Where are you from Mas? From Cheryl's place? Why is it so limp, is it because Cheryl didn't stay?” The question was only in the cavity of his head, he did not dare to ask directly even though his chest was turbulent. She followed her husband to the room.

Arriving at the room, Andrew immediately took off his clothes, while Anjani prepared a change of clothes for her husband. Not long after the man entered the bathroom, while carrying a change of clothes. Anjani immediately grabbed her husband's shirt and checked it. Smoothed it again and it was likened to Andrew's perfume.

There was a distinct fragrance and it was the distinctive fresh fragrance of women's perfumes. Anjani's legs grew limp, but he tried to hold on. He put Andrew's shirt in the laundry basket. Stare at him with nanar. His heart that rippled in pain asked him to endure.

“Don't I have to look for evidence first before accusing my husband of not-nothing?” Anjani asked her wedding photo on the wall. In the photo only Anjani and her smiling grandfather-in-law, while other family members appear cold, may tend to be upset.

“Then what will you do after getting all the evidence it Anjani?” Again he asked himself. His mind was really complicated mixed in surprise. Since last night it seems he has several times got the slap of reality he faced. Did God ask him to wake up?

Anjani's mind immediately collapsed upon hearing the sound of the door opening. Her husband had already come out of the bathroom.Had his wet hair. “Let me help Mas,” Despite his feelings, Anjani still do his job as a wife.

Andrew gave his towel to Anjani, he sat on the edge of the bed and turned his face when he saw Anjani's reflection in the mirror.

“Mas, why is Cheryl not nginep?” Anjani had to ask that. She had to endure her pain deeply, because she thought this was the only way to look for evidence of her curiosity.

“Not that you don't like him in this house?” this time Andrew looked.

Anjani smiled crazily, clearly looking an annoyed look from her husband. “Sorry if I am childish. I shouldn't be that separanoid with the other woman who came into this house. Cheryl's a fine lady right Mas?”

“Why are you doing that? Are you jealous of Cheryl?” andrew's voice went up again. He also brushed off the hand of Anjani who was holding his head.

“Jealous you are unwarranted. Do you realize that your words this morning made me feel like a bad man? What if Cheryl knows you don't like her and guessed the no-no?” Look, that guy was very defensive of Cheryl. Anjani's heart is getting sicker.

“Sorry, I didn't mean that. If Mas wants to nawarin Cheryl nginep again here, yes please. This is Mas' house anyway. I'm not entitled to anything.” Just this once Anjani came back down to look for evidence.

“Good if you are self-aware.” Andrew moved from his place. Anjani looked at her husband's cell phone lying on the dresser. She wondered what her husband would do. Call Cheryl?

It turns out that Andrew actually took his phone, but he didn't use it to call Cheryl. He immediately laid his body on the bed, turning his back to Anjani. The man also turned off the headlights, leaving only the sleeping lights. Anjani lays her back to Andrew. His hand gripped the pillow he was sleeping on to endure the pain in his heart. The sound of finger typing on the keyboard of his phone is still clearly heard. Who did Andrew send this message to?

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