(NON) PRETEND HUSBAND
Cold War

Growing wide, his breath was stifled to see Ann throw her pillow into the trash.

"What are you doing!?" sentak Kian unconsciously with a raised voice.

Ann jumped in shock. He turned to the door and looked at Kian glaring furiously at him.

Kian opened the door wide and stepped quickly into the trash to pick up the pillow that Ann had thrown there.

"The pillow is disgusting, Kian! I don't like to see it!" terang Ann while pointing at the slum pillow in Kian.

Hearing Ann insult her favorite pillow made Kian snort angrily, he looked at the woman before him sharply. "Never touch my things! Didn't you make a pact not to interfere in each other's privacy!"

Ann was shocked to hear Kian's swearing at her. During this time he saw Kian as the most patient man in the world. Just because of a shabby and ugly pillow, he even yelled at Ann like this??

"You're yelling at me just because of that ugly pillow?!" ask Ann to wonder.

Kian sighed quickly without being able to control it anymore. "This is my Grandma's pillow. Never dare you touch it, let alone throw it away like before!"

Ann was stunned, her lips instantly twisted. But the pillow was already so shabby and shabby, how could Kian sleep soundly near such a disgusting pillow.

"Comeout. Get your things done, Papa's driver will pick us up later in the afternoon."

"I'm not leaving, Kian! Why are you guys so damn maksa!"

"You think I want to go, too, huh? You think I'm happy?!" tukas Kian is upset.

"I really want to go there, but not the same as you!!" yelled Ann no less upset.

More and more silent, there was a sudden pain pinching his heart. He relaxed for a while and threw away his face to neutralize the anger that controlled his mind and body.

"alright. Go with the guy tonight," break up.

Ann watches Kian in disbelief, how Kian can tell if Ann just wants to visit the place with Daren.

Weakly, Kian pulled the ticket out of his pants pocket and threw it at Ann. He also reached into the woman's Pod and thrust it quickly.

"Come out," Kian's order to endure the pain, the pillow belonging to Grandma Sofia still he held tightly in his left hand.

Ann looked at Kian hatefully, her hands grabbing her Pod while picking up the ticket strewn beneath her feet.

He closed his eyes as the door to his room was closed by Ann. His unstable breath slowly began to relax as the woman was gone. Kian noticed the light blue pillow that had been slum with sadness. He then brought the pillow closer to his nose and inhaled deeply the distinctive aroma of Grandma Sofia still left there. The combination of the fragrance of mint and eucalyptus suddenly pierced his senses, making Kian miss the figure of Grandma Sofia who had left him.

Meanwhile, with a roar of angry steps, Ann entered her room and closed the door no less hard than when she slammed the door of Kian's room earlier.

"Basic primitive man! Not sane!" fawning Ann emotion while throwing a ticket that she had just held onto the table.

Still with overflowing emotions, Ann grabbed her phone and hit the number 1 long enough. The call to Daren's number is automatically connected and Ann attaches her phone to her ear. Inactivated.

"Armrggg!!" yelled Ann upset.

It has been a few days since Ann officially married Kian, Daren blocking his number. Ann has no connection that can connect her directly with Daren because all this time no one knows their relationship, not even Diki, her manager, though.

Ann throws her phone over the bed and moves quickly to the bathroom. He better go straight to Daren's apartment and ask her for an explanation.

A few hours after that, Kian was cooking fried rice when then Ann got off the second floor and shuffled into the elevator next to the living room. Kian had already prepared two portions but after seeing Ann leave in a hurry he finally returned one serving of rice for Ann to the magicom. Ann didn't have a suitcase or anything, which meant the woman wouldn't be gone for long, so deepened in her heart.

The aroma of fried rice seasoning that Kian sauteed in wok pan was smelled by Ann. His stomach responds to that fragrance by crouching.

'Can you cook??' Ann muttered in heart.

But fortunately, so that way he did not need to be busy feeling guilty for the primitive man for not cooking anything for him.

Elevator slowly descends to basement. Ann leaned her body against the glass wall next door. What sins has he committed to marry and live with a strange person like Kian? Why is God so willing to outline his fate that he has designed beautifully, but was destroyed instantly in just a matter of a month?

Ann sighed heavily in the silent elevator. Not even a week he was married, but the cold war has graced his household. He only realized that Kian was very scary when he was angry. Ann shuddered to herself, the saying that 'There is nothing more dangerous than the anger of the patient' is true. Luckily, I didn't do anything rude to him.

Tting.

The elevator door opened slowly, Ann swung her step out and spread her gaze around the basement. But not yet arrived in her car, Ann's body fixated on staring at someone she missed so much turned out to be in the same place. 

Daren's car stopped not far from where Ann was standing, almost Ann ran over before her steps came to a halt when a woman first opened the door in the front seat and entered. Ann was stunned, her breath held, her lips gaping in disbelief at what she had just seen. Unknowingly a drop of clear water drenched her cheek, Ann turned around and ran back inside the elevator before Daren realized her whereabouts. With trembling hands Ann pressed the floor button towards the penthouse and lowered her head to hide her face. The elevator door slowly closed just as Daren's car drove away.

"Cuts! Nice one!"

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