(NON) PRETEND HUSBAND
War Drum

Meanwhile downstairs.

The sound of a vacuum cleaner engine that was quite noisy filled the room. Kian pushed the handle of the vacuum hose onto the carpet in front of the tivi room. With a back and forth movement, Kian cleans each between carpet and sofa. After cleaning all corners of the living room, Kian turned off the vacuum machine and moved to the dining table. Under the dining table is also a dark grey carpet.

Kian's index finger almost pressed the 'On' button before then the clang of the elevator door made his attention distracted. He turned his head quickly to the elevator door that slowly opened not far from where he was standing. A familiar enough seraut face appeared with his trademark smile the moment their gazes met. Darren.

Unconsciously Kian's breath back hunting, he removed the handle of the vacuum hose that he had earlier held. What did the man do this early in his house?? And, how could he enter the house with an access code that only Ann and Kian should know about?!

"Good morning, Mr. Husband. Oh, but why is your appearance better suited to cleaning service, huh?" greet Daren while stepping out of the elevator casually.

Both of Kian's hands clenched in anger, he drew closer to Daren's place and pushed her in annoyance.

"Hey, hey! Calm down!"

"Get out of here! Don't ever come here like a thief!"

"Hahaha ..., balm?"

Kian gripped tightly to the crate of Daren's shirt and held his body on the wall. His eyes glared at the very handsome and fashionable man.

"Kian, let him go!" ann's sudden order was already not far from the two of them.

He looked up and looked at Ann. His breathing was still hunting, his hands still tightly clutching Daren's neck.

"Kian, let go!" repeat Ann expressionlessly.

"Do you have ears, Mr Babu?"

"Shut your mouth!" Kian threw Daren's body to the side and pushed her towards Ann.

The unprepared Daren staggered and stumbled. Luckily, Ann immediately restrained her body so as not to fall.

"You can make a deal wherever you want! But please, not in this house!!" kecam Kian was angry while pointing at the faces of Ann and Daren.

Daren smiled wryly, he tidied up his shifting shirt crates and stood up to challenge Kian.

Buk.

Kian's hand that had been clenched was raised and grabbed Daren's nose when the man provoked him again.

"Kian!" ann's cry was surprised when Kian raised his fist right in Daren's face until the lover staggered back and hit him.

Daren wiped the blood flowing from his nose and looked coldly at Kian. He stood up and prepared to retaliate, but Ann held her hand first.

"Come, let's go" Ann pleaded.

"Beb, this is your house. He's the one who should get out of here!"

"No, let's go now!" Ann was still grabbing Daren's arm to hold him down.

Kian noticed the pair of lovers before him with a broken heart. Not even just making out, they might have done nothing in this house without his knowledge! How Ann did that!

"I never forbid you to see him, Ann. But please, not in this house. Meet him wherever you want, do whatever you want. But again I beg you, not in this house," asked Kian in a choked voice.

This house is a wedding gift from Jonathan, Kian not until the heart makes this holy house so tarnished by the bad deeds of Ann and Daren.

Ann returned Kian's sharp gaze to her. There was a hint of pain Ann felt in her chest when that hateful gaze was highlighted for her. But isn't this what he wants? Makes Kian hate him and not feel at home with him.

"Come on, we'll go, Daren." Ann pulled Daren's arm and passed Kian without returning her gaze again.

"Sweety!"

Feeling the T-shirt on his arm wet, Daren spat at him and hit his sleeve. Still with his hands clenched and his body holding back trembling, Kian exhaled heavily while closing his eyes for relaxation.

'Okay, Ann. You have struck the real war drums!' lirih Kian in heart.

Tting.

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