Wife Revenge Wasted

Despondent

“That's Cheryl!!” exclaimed a media crew when they saw a woman with black eyes with a skull over her head, out of the Sanjaya residence.

The appearance of the woman was immediately greeted by the many camera flashes that captured a rare moment when the artist came out of his hiding place.

Some media crews willingly climbed onto the high fence of the Sanjaya residence just to peek at the conditions inside the house and get the best photos for them to publish. Cheryl's case is trending in various media, it is certain that their income will increase rapidly if they get the latest information about Cheryl.

While Cheryl immediately got into her car and started the car engine in a hurry. He intended to leave this house immediately, the house that only protected him from the scorching and rain, but ignored him when he needed protection. Everyone was hostile to him, no one defended him and in the end he walked alone.

The car's engine was on and the woman immediately gasped. An ART opened the gate followed by Cheryl who broke through the crowd of media crews who attacked her with a flash of camera blit and a barrage of questions.

"Sir Cheryl, the clarification was dong kak. Isn't it rumored that you committed murder?" it was one of the questions that made Cheryl's chest churn like the pounding of the waves that swallowed Anjani's body that led her to the open ocean. A year ago, but it felt like a few minutes ago.

Cheryl ignored all the questions that so cornered her. He only knew that he had to leave this place immediately and leave those who kept asking about the truth of the news. What would they do if the news were true? Punishing Cheryl?

"I've even been condemned by all the memories that popped into my head" Cheryl's mind tearfully.

“Awas-awareness!!” Excited some reporters when they saw Cheryl who was driving her car recklessly. The woman seemed to not care if then she hit one of the people in the crowd that was important she could break free from the people who continued to judge her.

Cheryl's car was speeding, passing by a leisurely road. The pedal on the gas is getting deeper. Speed 100 km/h as not felt. No matter which direction Cheryl went, she had no idea. All he wanted now was to stay away from all the things that judged him.

During the driving of his car, his mind continued to struggle with the possibility that would happen with his future.

"Gue, put on a prisoner's shirt? That's not possible. I was only fit to wear a beautiful and sparkly dress" Cheryl muttered with a grin. She wiped her tears violently and full of anger.

"I should have killed you a second time Anjani. You should not be on this earth. And nothing in my life is quiet and peaceful. My life is ruined because of you, ASSHOLE!! GODDAMN IT!!!" the woman hit the steering wheel with anger.

The vehicle reached a bell and got a loud horn from the vehicle behind it. He also heard from another driver who overtook him. "Bring a car that's a monkey!!" exclaimed a man who accidentally opened his window just to yell at Cheryl.

"Lo the monkey jerk!!" timpal Cheryl slammed her steering wheel to the left, accidentally nudging her car into another car. His opponent's car pulled up and turned to the right suddenly.

"Nobody can beat me, let alone a cockroach like you doang!" grumbled the black-glassed woman.

It's a long way to go, but Cheryl didn't find her destination either. He is currently at a crossroad. Turn right, towards the airport, to the left, towards the club he used to go to. Then if it's straight, then,

Yes, Cheryl decided to drive her car straight even though she did not know what she would meet up ahead. Slowly until then he stopped in front of the crossroads of the train. His eyes stared blankly at the crossbar, imagining that if he was in the middle of a train, would his suffering end?

Cheryl smiled a little. He took his cellphone that had just been lying there. One new call ended, a call from the manager. He checked the flat object and it turned out that there were 82 missed calls from many different numbers. The most calls were from his manager.

"You're looking for me just to judge me, then we shouldn't have met again" Cheryl murmured. He opened the message box and wrote a message.

"Take Leon well, I can't be like him anymore" she wrote to Andrew.

The checklist mark that appeared on his phone screen seemed to tell him that the message was sent. Then he just put his phone. His head was bent against the headrest and slowly his tears came back. Apparently it was not dry, nor were the tears that he threw out earlier. Leon's voice echoed in his ear cavity. Cheryl covered her ears with trembling hands, but the voice was still clearly heard.

"Why is my life such a jerk? WHY?!!!" cheryl shouted, I don't know who.

Slowly, he loosened his footing on the brake pedal, then deepened his footing on the gas pedal. The car drove slowly, closing in on the train. Cross the door of the train he just hit it to make the car glass cracked. Cheryl dark eyes. He simply ignored the sound of a man guarding a train crossing banging on the windowpanes. He was just sobbing between his complicated thoughts.

The sound of the carriage instead sounded like the sound of a call to approach, closer still to the sickening end of his life.

"Mba!! stop it!! The train!!!" the man standing in front of Cheryl's car. The man spread his hands with a deathly pale face, worrying about the woman in his car.

At that moment, Cheryl's foot stopped stepping on her accelerator. Then he cried a mouthful, sobbing without being able to bear it. All his crimes against Anjani were like punishing him. Not long ago came the shadow of Andrew and Leon's face in his mind. Then the woman laughed, laughing out loud to tears in her eyes. His body shook with laughter, but his tears did not stop flowing.

The two things continued to happen to Cheryl, her voice was even still clear when the noise of the train passed in front of her. The end of logic and the end of life, which one would Cheryl choose?

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