Buried Love's
Part 4's
They had breakfast before talking and facing the thirty-eight-year-old widower, who was still evasive to admit that there was interest in his ex-wife. Fortunately Madhiaz, Eduardo, and Pierre are the types of friends who want to exist when conditions are difficult or happy. So, as thick as Arsen is, they won't leave.
“Padahan, I have come here to prepare a tool for revenge,” said Madhiaz as he wrapped a spoon after applying spaghetti.
“Revenge on whom?” asked Pierre, who ended up lifting the glass and gulping down the liquid to wet his conch.
“Arsen,” replied Madhiaz along with glancing eyes at the person on the right.
“What's the matter? You got a problem?” Eduardo was curious.
“I don't want your wife. Anyway, how could Scherie want to be with me and leave you.” Arsen explained about his feelings.
In the past, Arsen did have a sense of interest and admiration for his best friend's wife, even though at that time it had not been officially married. An independent woman, hardworking, and not easily captivated by men—is her type. It also makes him have standards for couples. So he could not look at Bellinda when she was still his wife, because she was considered stupid, spoiled, could not do anything, and easily fell in love with him.
“He already does not like Scherie, now Arsen will be interested in his ex-wife,” joked Pierre, plus laugh full of ridicule at his friend who immediately stared intently.
“I've prepared this as a means of revenge.” Madhiaz took something out of his pocket. “Salt, chili powder, pepper, MSG, soy sauce, sauce, garlic powder.” He put the little package on the table.
Eduardo, Pierre, and Arsen laughed together. “Still do not accept us pekoki seasoning kitchen.”
“Oh, clear. Since my friend wants to lick his own saliva, I have prepared to spice it up so that it does not taste bland.” Madhiaz raised both eyebrows. “So, when are you going to start licking your own spit? So that I reply to check this whole spice.”
“When? It will never happen.” Arsen patted Madhiaz's arm and collected some of the parcels. “Bring home again, to cook your wife only.” He put it in his best friend's pocket.
“Already old, widower, hypocritical anyway,” said Pierre accompanied by a decapitation with a soft head.
“Have .. admit it. After all, we are friends for more than ten years. Why is it ashamed of us?” Madhiaz.
“Lantas, why did you stalk your ex-wife and look angry when you saw Bellinda close to another man?” Eduardo shot straight away with a question.
The three men—Madhiaz, Eduardo, and Pierre stared intently at Arsen. Awaiting explanation.
“Because don't like him being close to my son. Jealous when my flesh blood is carried by another man, not me who is his own daddy,” explained Arsen. His fist smashed across the table as if showing emotion.
“Confidence once if he's your son, DNA test is out?”
“Already.” Arsen pulled out his phone, opened the gallery and showed me a picture. “Cocord.”
The three heads that had just taken turns holding Arsen's phone were silent for a while. “Then, now what do you want to do?”
Arsenic leaned forward. Put two hands on the table and look at each other. “I'll take the boy, it's good to be closer to another man than his daddy.”
And the flutter of three hands drifted to Arsen's head in turn.
“Shitt!” as if Arsena rubbed her head. “Hardness against friends.”
“Yes because you're stupid, don't learn from your friend's mistakes.” Eduardo pointed at Madhiaz with a glare.
“I again made an example.” Madhiaz clucked, but there is a truth, he used to be annoying like Arsen.
“Hey ... Arsenic Alka. Let me replace Bellinda to answer your stupid plan. Surely he can't say this, let me represent.” Pierre cleared his throat and held his seat until he could no longer lean back. “Whose are you? Want to take the kid I've been carrying for nine months? When I was born, and raised for years, then you came just to take the kid? A baby that was never known to be present in the world? Hey stone-hearted man! It is better to sink into the sea so that your hard heart is eroded.” He grumbled with a contrived voice like a woman.