WIFE TO THE BLIND MASTER

CHAPTER 75 SON IS A BITCH

Sania was upset, she walked out of the room. Left Son alone there. His mouth did not stop grumbling until he reached the kitchen. There Mr. Mail who saw Sania speaking was not clearly astonished.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" tanyakanya. His hands stopped for a moment from washing the dishes. He glanced towards Sania who was standing in front of the fridge door. I don't know what he's looking for.

"My husband sucks, sir." Sania complained while flicking her lips made Mr. Mail shake her head. Just yesterday Sania complained about her husband not coming home and now that her husband is home, she is like this.

"What did Mr Son do that upset Miss?" Mr. Mail continued to wash the dishes while his ears listened to Sania speak.

"She said that—" Sania did not continue her words. There was no way he could have said anything about their separation.

"Virtually flippant!"

"What if Miss?" ask him curiously.

Sania closed the fridge door after picking up fruits to serve her husband. "No, Sir. Sania wants to go to the room first," she said and left from there. Sania let out a long sigh, feeling relieved because she did not become overwhelmed.

"Miss Sania ...." Uncle Leo's voice called out to him. Sania looked back.

"Yes, Uncle."

"Uncle pamit go home first. Mr. Math asked Uncle to come home. Mr. Son looks like he's staying here. So Miss please prepare all Mr. Son's needs. For clothes later there will be a driver who brings him here."

It wasn't late, but Uncle Leo had permission to go home. Uncle Leo should have accompanied Son until the afternoon.

"Yes, Uncle." Sania who is lazy if you have to take care of Son can only resign. He was still his wife, so inevitably Sania had to serve him.

In front of the room door, Sania stopped. He thinks that if Son stays here, it's gonna be hard. Son couldn't have gone to the bathroom by himself, he certainly didn't have it. Also for bathing and other activities. Everything Sania has to take care of.

"I brought you fruits. Which one do you want?"

"Apel," he answered quickly. Sania was stunned by her husband's answer.

"You know I only brought apples?" Sania was deliberately only carrying apples. He also deliberately offered Son what fruit, maybe he asked for another fruit he could have pricked it by still giving it apples. But it turned out that the answer was the same as what he was carrying right now.

"No. I don't know." Son obviously knows. He saw that Sania had only brought one piece. But he could have given such a trap question.

"Ah, is it possible that you have a sixth sense? You can know everything. You even know what's in my brain. Is true?" Sania touched his arm, shaking it slowly. Asking for an answer as soon as possible, is like a child whining to his mother.

"What the hell! I'm tired." Son chose to lie down. He was very tired today. He did not do any heavy activity.

"alright. I'm tired too." Sania chose to leave her room. The fruit is not so Sania cut into pieces, he just left it on the table.

Son's eyes were closed, slowly opening. He looked outside his room. Sania did not look out, the girl was really gone. Son closed the door and locked it from the inside. His eyes shimmered around Sania's mid-sized room. The room was so simple, different from his room.

Even the walls of Sania's room are only white. And the furniture is not much. There was only one bed, a cupboard and a dressing table. His eyes were on the wardrobe. He was curious about the inside.

"What the fuck, why are they so little clothes." Son only found a few pieces of clothing that the model was very ancient. Sania doesn't have much clothes. While married to Son, Sania almost brings her clothes all to her house. But once there, Sania's old clothes are out of nowhere. His old clothes turned into luxurious clothes.

While staying here, Sania often borrowed Maria's clothes. Her cousin did not mind sharing clothes with her.

"This—" His voice seemed to be stuck in the throat as he found Sania's underwear. The motives are many, consisting of various kinds of cartoon images. "Very childish!" Son geli himself.

He closed the closet. And his attention was suddenly distracted by a picture frame. Pigura photo lying on the dresser.

"This must be her parents."

The smiling little Sania was being held by a woman who was similarly beautiful. Also a man who grasped tightly his little fingers. The three of them were so happy to see from a photo.

"An orphan."

Son feels overwhelmed when he finds out that Sania has no parents. His life must be heavy.

***

In a quiet room. He sits in solitude. Look at the window with empty eyes. His heart at this moment.

"Son's home, Mom. Mom went home. Don't make Darien worry."

A new message entered his phone again. Luzi read it with a smile and his heart was relieved now.

"Where is your mom? Darien's gonna pick me up."

His second son sent him a message every day. No one knows his whereabouts at the moment. Luzi was able to calm down for a moment from her drama-filled life.

"I'm comfortable here" he said softly.

"Comfortable?" A man's voice answered him. Luzi was surprised and looked back. She found her husband looking at her. Math was suddenly in his room. After she accidentally left the house these few days and chose to stay at the hotel. Her husband had managed to find her. He has struggled to cover up his identity.

"You're here?" Luzi stuttered. Can't believe that his hideout was finally discovered as well.

"You comfortable here? Did we just move to stay at this hotel?" Math walked over to him. But Luzi avoided it. He chose to distance himself.

"I'll stay here" he said. Luzi didn't want to look at Math. He threw his face away as Math tried to reach out his eyes.

"What did you say? You want to be here? Wasting my money just to stay at this hotel? Let's go!" Math is actually angry. He tried for days to find his wife, but apparently his wife was staying at a hotel not far from his own home.

Luzi did not have any effort. She married Math without having a job. She was just an ordinary girl, who used to only work in a small company. He is from a family that does not.

"No matter! Come home! Don't childish!" Math pulls his wife's hand. He did not want to be the target of anger from his sons.

***

The beautiful Keyla was stroking her increasingly bulging stomach. Along with her cheeks that are getting fuller. Rico pinched his cheek feeling anxious.

"Healthy huh, son," he whispered to his distended stomach.

Rico sat his body next to his wife. He looked at her fixedly.

"Why look at me like that? Am I ugly because I'm fat?" His wife suddenly frowned. He looked at his own body which was only getting bigger.

"No, hon. I have some good news. I'm really happy to hear this." Rico grabbed his wife's fingers and kissed her affectionately.

"What good news?" Keyla did not stop her gaze.

"Son can see. He left a few days ago because he had eye surgery. Darien told me earlier. I'm really happy, baby. My youngest brother was finally able to live a normal life again. He seems to have moved on. Maybe because of Sania's presence," guessed it later.

Keyla was completely dumbfounded, she was so shocked to hear it. He thought Son would be blind forever. Seeing his love for Vennie.

"Dad told us all to throw a little party for Son. As a celebratory greeting for his successful eye surgery. And tomorrow is also right for mother's birthday. It was a really good day."

Tomorrow at the main house will be a small party. Everyone will gather there. Son is coming but doesn't know if it's a party for him either.

"Thank God. I'm glad to hear that. Son can finally get his life back." Keyla smiled awkwardly. Since it was already night, he chose to rest.

***

The sun is almost setting on the western horizon. Sania who had just finished cooking for dinner suddenly remembered Son who had yet to take a bath. He had not even prepared water for her to take a bath.

"Eh why it's locked." Sania tried to open the door of her room but it seemed to be locked from the inside.

"Son! Openup! Why locked?" he screamed from outside. Son was rubbing his hair with a towel. She just finished her shower.

"Hey, can't you slow down a bit!" Son opened the door with a towel still perched in his hair. Sania looked at Son with question marks.

"Have you taken a shower?" Sania looked at the bare-chested Son with his wet hair.

"He has no trouble bathing himself? And he walked without crashing?" Sania really felt strange now.

"I'm hungry!" he said to throw Sania daydream. He led Son to sit down first. Sania went to lend Uncle a shirt and get him some food. Because the driver at home has not yet delivered clothes.

"It's wear first." Sania gave her uncle's t-shirt.

"Gather it!" tell her to make Sania frown.

"Truly spoiled!" his weakness.

While she was putting on clothes, she glanced at the towel that Son was wearing.

"This towel is an old towel. Where'd he get it?"

"Where did you find this towel?" tanyakanya. Though Sania's new towel is in the bathroom, but Son instead uses a towel that comes from nowhere.

"Don't know!" ketus answer.

"Where did you find this towel? Are you ruffling my closet?" Sania immediately opened her wardrobe, checking the contents inside.

"Tracking what? The empty cupboard is so!" son Keceplosan. He forgot that he was pretending to be blind.

"How did you know?" In the closet there are only a few clothes left. But he was confused, where did Son know it.

"I opened it and tried to find a towel. And meet this," he said trying to convince. Even though Sania half believed it.

Seeing the look in Son's eyes at this moment, like his eyes were saying something. His eyes were truly living like humans in general.

"I'm hungry!" said loudly. As much as possible Sania will not know that she can see. Son just wants to see Sania's treatment of him.

"It's eat." Sania gave a plate of rice along with side dishes. "It's me cooking. You like my cooking, right? You're always greedy when you eat my cooking" he said confidently.

"Who said? All food is the same!"

One mouthful landed in his mouth. Son is really hungry, but the taste of this cuisine is really good. Different from the waiter's cooking.

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