WIFE TO THE BLIND MASTER
CHAPTER 46 WOMEN SUCKS
No day would calm him down. There are always events that make him more tired just living life. Rain, heat, wind, storms are all the same. It makes no difference. It changes nothing in his life. It's like everything is the same. There's no difference.
From the reflection of the mirror, he saw his own face. Many say she looks a lot like her mother's face. He smiled with a sad heart. If her parents were still around, she might be the same as Maria. You are on campus and you can have many friends there.
"Sania, Uncle take you to the hospital. But sorry, Uncle can't see Son. Uncle has to go to work." Thanks to his help, Raul can work in an industrial company. He was also given a vehicle. He's very grateful.
"No need, Uncle. The road is not unidirectional, Uncle can be late." Sania did not want to trouble her uncle, after all there must be a taxi passing by.
"It's okay. Come up, Sania. Uncle doesn't want to be denied." With a bad taste, Sania finally got into the car.
"Uncle, forgive Sania always troublesome," he said as he glanced at Uncle who was seriously driving.
"Stop those troublesome words, Uncle doesn't like it. Listen yes, Sania. You're Uncle's nephew. We are a family." Seeing Uncle Raul who turned out to be nice to her, Sania sometimes still did not believe it. He really did not expect, that good destiny was still on his side.
"Greetings to Son." After delivering Sania to the hospital, Uncle Raul immediately drove his car to his workplace.
Sania glanced at her appearance today. He was wearing Maria's clothes. Because he didn't bring clothes from home. Maria's clothes are nice, she has a high sense of fashion.
Just stepping his foot into the hospital, the figure of the woman who had once irritated him suddenly flashed before him. But luckily the woman did not see Sania's whereabouts.
"Why is he here? Don't-don't ...." Sania immediately moved quickly following the figure of the woman, unwilling to lose track. The woman stopped in a room. The woman did not go straight in, instead she chose to sit in front.
"Miss!" The heavy man's voice to the clap on her shoulder made Sania scream in shock.
"Uncle! Just amaze me!" sania Sebal. The entire pair of eyes looked at her, it was because Sania was screaming so loudly. Make other attention distracted.
"Miss, why are you here? Mr. Son's room is right over there," he pointed. And he invites Sania to meet Son immediately.
"Why was my husband taken to the hospital? What the hell's been going on?" tanyanya.
"Mr Son hurt himself, Miss. He hurt himself" he replied.
Hearing Uncle Leo's explanation, his heart was filled. How could Son hurt himself. Is he sane or completely insane?
"But Miss take it easy, Mr. Son has been given a sedative. He won't act out of bounds" Uncle Leo said later.
Sania opened the door of the room that Son occupied. He looked at the side of the bed. Son was not sleeping, he still opened his eyes but his gaze looked blank. He stepped slowly. But apparently, Son knew someone was coming in.
"Uncle Leo?" guess it.
"No. It's me, your wife" Sania replied. Son looked dislike, he threw away his face.
"What are you here for? Have you had fun with other guys?" insinuations.
Her forehead creased, not understanding what her husband meant. "Happy with who's other guy?" ask him confusedly.
"Don't pretend!" His emotions suddenly rose, he remembered Darien trying to get close to his wife.
"Srt ...." The soft voice of a woman distracts the two. The woman entered without excuse. Making Sania who was there surprised by his presence.
"Why is he here?"
"Son, what are you sick with? I met Uncle Leo and he said you were treated here. What's going on?" Meylin, that shitty woman. He said he was Vennie's cousin. But it seems Meylin is saving the flavor for Son. Sania is not sure yet.
"I'm fine. I'll be home soon" replied Son.
Meylin glanced at Sania who was standing next to him. "You're not a good wife. I heard that Son has been in the hospital several times since he married you," he said, making Sania look at him sharply. He did not accept Meylin's words.
"Then what do you want? Replace my position?" Sania did not stay silent, she wanted to vent all her irritation on the woman.
"You should be self-aware. You're just a stranger who suddenly entered Son's life. He'll never love another woman besides Vennie, my cousin," she said.
Sania smiled at his smile. "All right, no problem. Love is hard to guess. It could be now say no, but later it could be love dead." Sania passed away, she did not want to be constantly in one room with them. His heart ached when he heard Meylin's words. Son was just silent, which means he agreed to the words of the damn woman.
"Meylin! What did you just say?" Son who was silent suddenly snapped at him. He made Meylin who was laughing inside suddenly startled.
"Yes, what I should have told him. Let him be aware. I know you don't love each other." Meylin looked at Son closely. Looking at the handsome face of his former cousin's fiancee. He was jealous of Vennie, could have Son's whole heart.
"Don't interfere with my life! Go!" Meylin was surprised by Son's words that drove him away. How could Son be angry just because of his words to Sania? Isn't that the reality? Why is Son angry?
"You're kicking me out, Son? Are you mad at me?" meylin did not believe it. He was still on the spot, not moving in the slightest.
"Go! And don't ever come back to see me" he said again, crinkling his forehead. Still looking at the face of Son who seemed really angry.
"Son—"
"Go! I said go!" throw him away loudly while his finger forcefully chased away. Regardless of what made Son angry, the man seemed unhappy with Meylin right now. The woman made her mood bad.
"Son, I'm sorry." Meylin tried to apologize, he didn't want Son to hate him. He touches her arm but is immediately pushed over violently by Son.
"Are you deaf?" Son is really angry. This woman in front of him was extremely stubborn.
"All right, I'll go. Again I'm sorry." Meylin stepped out, for a moment she turned to Son for a moment and with a airy heart she walked out of the room. Leaving Son in the room alone.
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