Bad Husband Mask Fake
Chapter 33. Obsessive

Thin sunlight had entered the window slit by then. The smell of cooking. Youth who have learned about some cuisines from the internet. A smile was seen on his face today.

Michael is dressed to apply for a job at Claudia's family-owned company. While Claudia herself, woke up late, had not yet removed the hair roller she was wearing. His hands were too busy holding the phonecell. One hand is wearing shoes.

Fast-forward to the dining table. He sat down in front of Michael. Eat their breakfast quickly.

The young man who chose to rise up removed Claudia's hair roller."Thank you.." that's what Claudia said, back talking to someone through the phonecell connection. Really busy because of the leave he took.

Michael fell silent awkwardly, starting to enjoy his meal. Eating it slowly, occasionally observing such a beautiful woman in his eyes. Why did he like this woman so much? Although it was a fake, Claudia was the first woman to say she loved herself.

Like seeing a stretch of weeds blown by the wind, that's how he felt when he knew his feelings were reciprocated. Even if it's all.

But he was happy.hope to be happier. Just a wish, for this to slowly become real.

"How good is my husband..." Claudia said after turning off her phonecell call. Not much is it, the man who was even willing to take off his wife's hair roller?

"You've always been the prettiest in my eyes..." That's all Michael said. The arrow that seemed to be stuck right in Claudia's heart. He shifted his eyes. This Brondong even though his face was broken was truly outrageous.

Warm atmosphere at breakfast. What is the boundary between loving and not loving? Why doesn't it seem to understand. Washing dishes together, even kissing before leaving together.

Remember that! Only Michael is in love, and Claudia is not. Even though they kiss so intensely. This is just Claudia's acting, acting with a high level of appreciation.

Two people who stepped out, when they found some residents of the apartment were talking about the case that happened last night.

The police line is still attached, considered a failed assassination plot.

"What's going on?" claudia asked her forehead, asking one of the police officers.

"Some one put cooking oil on the emergency staircase. One of the residents of the apartment suffered a fatal injury. We are still investigating through CCTV about anyone entering the emergency stairs, after hours of cleaning. There were some people who passed because the elevator had experienced problems, but no one claimed to put cooking oil. None of them carried any suspicious objects in the CCTV footage. Surprisingly the passers-by earlier went down the emergency stairs not finding any oil spout..." Complain from police officer.

"By the way you also had time to climb the emergency stairs right?" Ask the officer, remembering the recording he had witnessed.

Michael nodded."I brought some bags of groceries. One of the bags contained cooking oil, I still have the purchase receipt. But the cooking oil is still sealed until now. This morning, we had breakfast with a meat stew. One more thing, I crossed the emergency stairs before the janitor arrived. You said before the master fell there were some people passing by right? But no one brought cooking oil or saw any cooking oil spill on the emergency staircase."

The police officer quickly nodded. Sighing in a rough breath, this was indeed a strange case. The victim, who suffered a broken bone, is still in hospital, reporting this as an attempted murder.

"This is an elite apartment area, if there is an accident like this the manager will definitely be prosecuted, to provide dependents money. Especially if the victim chooses insurance, he can claim the insurance. Really lucky huh? If this case can be highlighted by the media. Then the dependent money from the apartment manager will be even greater." Manipulative words that direct the police thinking he said.

The officer rolled his eyes. This guy is right! The victim may have done it intentionally. Carrying a small plastic bag or something in his pocket. Then smeared the stairs, as if this was an act of crime or the fault of the building manager.

"We'll investigate this..." He sighed harshly.

Something strange, that's how the woman felt. But Michael's right, there's no way Michael did it. The woman who just nodded did not know who the victim of the incident was.

The man who teased him yesterday. He is the victim.

A smile was on Michael's face. This is a state of law, therefore in order to always be together with Claudia herself must not break the law.

This is easy, the light rays on the emergency stairs still use yellow lights. He just fill the contraceptive device for the clear man using the oil. Hook it on a rope then just above it a button that is sharp enough to be placed. Attached to the window using tape. Straps are also placed on tape, to attract evidence in the form of buttons.

Michael then returned to his room. Using a long stick, pulling both ends of the rope dangling from the emergency stair window, the two ropes that were tied to the ends using weights will make it easier.

What happened after? Just make sure that the man gets off, by preying on the courier on his name and unit at any given time.

Michael just had to wait patiently. At the right time, the rope associated with the male contraceptive device is pulled. Along with that sharp buttons will stick, making the male contraceptive leak, oil soaks the stairs.

He just pulled the two ropes away the evidence, strengthening his alibi.

It's just a profit and loss experiment, if it works then good. If not, he only lost a safety pin, male contraceptives and oil.

Elevator damage? It was not him who reported. But someone who was with him when he was shopping at the minimarket. What a coincidence, something made him think of this.

Getting the name and apartment unit? It was easy for Michael, himself pretending the man dropped the phonecell, intending to return it directly. Saying the characteristics, the floor of the unit and the profession, then security will provide the data, considering Michael is also an apartment resident.

The village man who has nothing. Not highly educated, why can it be so vile. What if someone else falls? Or what if you have a more fatal injury.

It doesn't matter, as long as it's not Claudia who's hurt. Maybe that's what's on his mind. Still able to smile, being an ordinary innocent man, with a low education.

The office building is visible, after a few tens of minutes drive. A smile turned on Claudia's face."This will be where you work."

"Are we going to meet often?" ask Michael.

Claudia shook her head."But at lunch you can go to my room."

Michael nodded, pulling the woman's nape, kissing her more aggressively than before. In a car with one-way glass.

"Claudia can only be mine.." - Inwardly.

What is this woman doing? He should have locked Michael in the apartment. Why take this abnormal person to the office?