Young Widow Romance

Moehe's anger

Moehe was still in her room, many times she glanced at the clock on the wall of the room, approximately 45 minutes already Syedza went to the kitchen not yet back.

Where's she? Making a salad does not take long. Does he want to run away from me?. Inner Moehe thrashed, imagining the woman who had not been 24 hours legitimately his wife was going to leave her.

He sent a short message to Fram to investigate his wife's whereabouts, but Fram did not read it. Home social media accounts Fram showed active 1 hour ago.

"Damn! Are you tired of working Fram?". Moehe cursed in annoyance.

Is Syedza working with Fram to get away from me?. Inner Moehe guessed what had happened behind her

"So look at you Fram I'll bury you if that really happens!". Many times Moehe cursed the more she came here the more she imagined the terrible thing.

After a long time of being caught in a fight with his own mind, Moehe glanced back at the clock on the wall of the room, 15 minutes had passed. It turned out exactly 1 hour ago that Syedza left this room.

"It seems there is no sign Syedza will return. Not even Fram paid attention to my message. Well, this time I'm the one who has to intervene". Moehe's upset

Moehe pressed hard against the door algae then closed the door back violently. He stepped down the stairs with a hard leg.

"Fram! Framm...!". Moehe called out half-calling

Why so quiet? Have they all run away from me?. Moehe's inner scrutinized the corners of the room

Look there's no bodyguard here! Great, they're all great!. Moehe's emotions feel like they're at the top of a volcanic crater.

Moehe rushed to the kitchen hoping that what she was looking for was there. He traced the dining room, only leftover food that had not been cleared was scattered on the table.

They're really great, these damn chefs don't even see a single nose. The words, insults and vows coming out of Moehe's mouth described him as really at the height of his anger.

From Moehe's kitchen window peeking out into the backyard, there was no sight of life there.

Wasn't there a guest who wanted to enjoy the sunset?. He glanced at the clock on his left hand.

Damnit damnit!. It's almost midnight. He is back in conflict with his own mind.

The guests who had spent the night at the party venue had dispersed. The dim garden lights reflect visible light from a distance. The party table is still in disarray, food scraps are scattered, the party tents were waving in the night breeze.

Meanwhile someone stood in the side courtyard, clenched his hands tightly then swung his hands in the air like counting on the cheeks of the chefs left in turn.

"How can you not hear my words? Haaah's? Are you deaf? Because of your carelessness the life of the great mistress is at stake!". Fram's emotions are boiling.

"Who will be responsible? Haaah? How long have you been a chef? Can't distinguish fish from river fish?". Fram resolved his anger in front of the chefs lined up neatly.

A red hand stamp was drawn on the cheeks of the chefs. While the bodyguards standing in the back row of the chef could only bow quietly, as if they did not hear or see what was happening in front of the row.

"Sorry Mr. Fram, we've worked hard to our ability, but this is beyond all of us". One of the cooks said

"Stupid!". Fram snapped again.

"We are all in danger. Get ready!". Fram finished his words.

Fram realized he had not told his young master anything about this incident. In fact, he has not opened his cellphone since he finished delivering food to his young master's room earlier.

"Aaaahhhhhhh!". Moehe's moaning was strong from the back of the house.

Caaac... A strong twitch about Fram's left lip, fresh blood running down that lip.

"I'm sorry young master". Fram grimaced holding her lips and swept the blood with her right hand.

"Where's my wife!". Moehe raised her tone again.

From the main room Syedza heard Moehe's voice just now, he rushed to run towards the source of the sound. He just realized, had left his crazy man for too long in the room.

Die me... Die is me. Inner Syedza.

"Moehe!". Syedza hugged Moehe from behind. He does not know what to do now, he does not understand the character of Moehe. For him perhaps hugging Moehe could calm the madman's anger.

Moehe turned around and hugged his wife tightly. Syedza did not stop crying on Moehe's shoulder. Moehe wondered what had happened to his wife.

She hugged me? Hiiii.. He was aggressive as well. It was in the room like an expensive sale. Don't even hug, I touch his cheek just a little he quickly deflected. Inner Moehe with a sly smile

This is what a female character looks like. Moehe

But wait, why is she crying like this? What exactly happened to him. Moehe again clashed with her own mind.

"You why?". Moehe stretched her arms

Syedza did not answer, still crying sobbing.

Was I too hard on him. Inner Moehe cribbing.

"Dear what are you doing?". Moehe's whispers in Syedza's ears were soft regardless of Fram standing behind her.

"Momuu..." Syedza replied interrupted, taking a deep breath holding back her cries.

Moehe threw a sharp spotlight at Fram, as if asking for an explanation of what happened.

"The big lady is unfall, young master". Fram began to explain the situation. "Mrs was unconscious at dinner last night, and she was thought to be allergic to seafood". Fram explained at length

"Didn't you hear my orders, Fram? I also asked to separate the seafood from the menu of the entire Fajuri family, not just for my wife". Imbuh Moehe flat

"I'm sorry, young master, I've taught all those chefs a lesson". Fram defended himself

"It's Moehe, Fram's innocent. This is just an error".Syedza mediates a dispute between Moehe and Fram.

Syedza is good to Fram because he wants to work with Fram, to carry out his plan so that he can escape the stranglehold of his crazy Man.

"Do you want to work with him to get away from me? So you can defend her like this?" Moehe asked softly to Syedza

Hiiha.. How can he read my mind? He looks like a professional fortune teller once, maybe he can predict the fate of someone 50 years into the future. Syedza ruffled her hair imagining how the greatness of the man she was holding right now in foretelling the future.

"You don't mess up your hair like that, you look like the most tangled person". Moehe teases Syedza.

Syedza grumbled, raising his lips.