Wife Revenge Wasted

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Sorry, if I may, then that is what Andrew is currently feeling. The philosophy of life is like a spinning wheel, sometimes above and occasionally below, really felt by Andrew. It had been more than eight hours he had followed the examination procedure and now he was only able to get out.

His face was deathly pale, his mind was chaotic. All the questions he got were like a punishment when he had to recall the many crimes he committed against an Anjani. Not only his crimes seemed to help Cheryl to eliminate Anjani, but the mental crimes that intimidated his wife as long as they became a married couple.

The prosecution in the conspiracy case for the attempted murder of Anjani and became a severe claim and put Andrew mentally down. The man seemed to want to give up if only he did not remember an old woman waiting for him at home with anxious expectations. Andrew was allowed to go home after he was picked up by Carissa. The girl who is currently faithfully accompanying her brother and has Andrew get his legal rights.

Seeing Andrew's arrival, Widi immediately rushed over to hug her son. In the carrier's arms was Leon who was a henchman with his pacifier. His hand was stretched out asking for it to be carried by his father. Andrew could not help his tears seeing the two people before him. They embrace, strengthen each other.

“At last you go home,” said Widi with a voice vibrating in Andrew's arms.

Andrew could not speak. He was already beaten enough to say nothing. He just peeped at Widi's head. His tears did not stop breaking especially when he saw the little Leon.

“Here son,” Andrew reached out his hand to hold Leon. The little baby immediately smiled when he was in his father's arms. His round eyes stared at Andrew's tearful face. Her tiny hand patted Andrew on the cheek, with her adorable little slap.

“Sorry papah yes son,” said Andrew with a heavy heart.

Leon who did not understand anything, just stared at the father's face tightly. Slowly her lips thinned with the wet corners of her eyes. The boy's cry broke out loud looking at Andrew who couldn't hold back his tears. Although he did not understand, he felt like his father was sad.

“Sus, please bring Leon in,” pinta Widi in the end. He did not want to let Andrew show his sadness to Leon. He did not want Andrew to feel guilty. This son of his was willing to take responsibility, so for him this was more than enough.

“Good Mistress,” nurse guard Leon immediately took over Leon. Andrew kissed the boy's cheek before giving it to the nurse.

“Mistress, it's mamahnya den Leon is not it?” ask an ART man who saw the figure of the woman he knew on television.

“Jeez, try to raise his voice,” Widi's word. The television was lit up to find news of Cheryl's whereabouts. And now the news exists. The narrative is quite surprising.

It had fallen and this time the sky was like a collapse. Widi fell weakly drooping on the sofa, barely conscious. Cheryl's face is clearly visible on the glass screen. His body was covered by a blanket that belonged to no one. When the camera shot her, the woman laughed. Some people were heard cheering her, but the woman kept smiling cheerfully as if there was no burden whatsoever. Sometimes he peels with a sharp look at the camera that captures his face.

“Yeah god, why should I believe my family?” widi lamented while holding her throbbing head in pain. Her tears continued to melt without her being able to hold. His body trembled and the three people ended up just speechless without anyone speaking a single one.

Is this the end of the Sanjaya family? Everything is falling and it is hard to get up.

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The room was the best escape for Andrew. After seeing all the news on television, Andrew chose to go into his room. When opening the door, the first thing that smelled was Cheryl perfume. Although the woman did not inhabit this room, but the traces of her existence are still clearly visible.

Whether it's a wedding photo that is still on the wall, Cheryl's clothes are still filling the closet, cosmetic tools that he did not take away and of course all the jumbled memories inside this luxurious room.

Andrew sat on the edge of the bed, thinking right about what was happening in his life. He massaged his throbbing head after a day of thinking about answers to the investigators' questions. He wanted to give up, it felt exhausting. If he had not remembered his responsibility, he might have ended it all.

The man was crying bitterly alone in his room. Her tears were breaking with the memory of all the evil she had done. He looked at the trembling pair of hands, hands that had hurt Jharna intentionally.

The hand was now clenched, smacking his own chest violently. Occasionally he coughed when his punch was quite crushing in his chest cavity. He also crossed his own face, but that regret did not necessarily disappear, even more so.

"I never should have played around with Cheryl. I should have remembered my grandfather's advice, that the woman he chose would be the best wife for me. I should have been more responsible for my choices. You fool Andrew, FOOL!!!" Andrew cursed to himself. He stood in front of the mirror, staring at his figure with anger. There was nothing he could do now, other than to account for all his mistakes.

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