Creepy Stories Of Eszed
DOUBLE TROPHY #2

"Why so long? You deaf?" snapped it.

"Father who comes home at this hour, usually bring a key, '" I replied.

Not even returning my words, he immediately ran while holding his stomach, darting towards the toilet.

"Arrrrgghhhh .. shit!" screams from the bathroom.

Three days later, my husband could not go to work and had to lie limp at home because he removed all his entrails.

How do you want to work? Holding a cellphone that is often done when healthy, he does not remember anymore. The most valuable thing to him was the toilet in the corner of our room.

But today his condition is quite healthy. Who else could take good care of her if not me?

"What do you want to eat today, Dad?" ask me in front of the room door.

"What did you put in that cake?" ask husband. He looked suspiciously from the top of the bed while holding a cell phone.

"Oh that .. laxative only."

"Why?" ask her in a rather high tone.

I walked slowly forward towards where he was lying. Turns out he didn't realize that I was holding a used knife slicing onions in the kitchen.

Seeing that, his mimic turned to panic. I could clearly see him squeezing his pillow and breathing a bit heavily in a very alert position, like I was about to pounce on him.

Up on the edge of the bed I smiled sweetly, got up and lay down next to him. Kuelus gently his chest that field, while whispering something to his ear.

"If you ever come into contact with that woman again, poison will be found in your food, my dear," I replied, then kissed her cheek.

He just fell silent and said nothing, and I know for a fact Imel just reported that he was also almost dying of losing body fluids from having to go back and forth to the bathroom.

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Everything is harmonious again. There was no longer a woman named Imel, who often sent messages to my husband at night. No more 'copy' rituals that are often done every week. All that remains is a happy family story.

But everything was broken after a man named Pak Ikhsan called midnight. Not wanting to wake my husband up, I picked up the phone, afraid that something might be important.

It's just that the 'hello' from Pak Ikhsan made me believe that he was not a man but a woman. When she asked who I was talking to, she replied that her name was Mifta.

Without much ado, I severed my connection and woke my husband up in a fit of rage, because I knew for a fact that Imel's full name was Imelia Mifta Jannah.

Alif said on the grounds that Ikhsan is the girlfriend of Imel, but I felt that reason was absurd. How can an unmarried man call someone else using his girlfriend's number at almost dawn like this? And why was his name changed to Mr Ikhsan?

I went out and into Ifa's room after slamming the door of our room, leaving my husband alone. There, I searched the woman's facebook account using her full name, and right.

'Ring of the beloved' is a caption written on his facebook status a few days ago with a picture of a gold ring embedded in the ring finger, while holding the hand of a man I know as the hand of my husband.

I wanted to cry but I could no longer feel it. My tears were dry, burning with emotion.

Already ... I will no longer ask for clarification from Alif about that status.

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I have to put an end to all these problems to fix the rift in our household.

I felt relieved, because the previous peace did not make me intend to throw out all the collection of sleeping pills that could always help me reduce insomia since knowing their relationship.

And because of our fight at dawn, Alif didn't come back home tonight. "Ah, where else would he be if not in that woman's place?" my thinking.

Despite the heavy feeling of having to leave Ifa alone at home, I stayed here, in front of the back door of my husband's old contract. They could've turned their brains around to make plans for an affair, but they forgot that I had once kept the spare keys to this rented door. Hmh! Really stupid.

I easily opened the door slowly and walked without a sound like a ghost dancing in the air. The whole world welcomed me today.

A three-bedroom house with a room in the middle, did not make it difficult for me to go further to find those who were asleep, without realizing what they would experience.

This was the first time I saw the woman in person with just a few meters of distance, without having to hide like I often do when spying on my husband at the fast food restaurant, where they work.

Red sleeveless dress, with sexy cleavage on the chest, and short cut dress, showing a smooth well-groomed youthful skin.

Hmmm .. the color of the dress is so fitting with tonight. Red meets red, making me suspicious. Maybe they were actually unknowingly born to welcome my presence tonight.

Next to her, my husband, who slept soundly, wore a white singlet shirt and his favorite short-box color pants. Oh ... how handsome his face is. I could hardly bear to make my plans tonight when I saw him sleep helpless. But no, honey. I have to do this for the sake of our little divorced family.

Before starting the action, I spray my sleep five times each on the surface of their face, so that both can sleep deeper. I don't want any of them screaming in pain, bothering me who's busy finishing important work.

Just chill. I'll make it as fast and as neat as possible, special for both of you. Nor will I possibly linger, for my son waits for his mother to return home.

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I sat quietly on the porch of the house accompanied by a cup of coffee and a jar of pickles, after preparing all the needs of Ifa to go to school.

While sipping warm coffee from the yellow cup, my phone rang with the caller's caption.

"Mother! Ma'am Ika," he said in a panic without saying hello.

"Yes, Mom. What's up?"

"Mother's husband was taken to the hospital. He stayed here last night"

"Huh? Stay there?"

"Eh .. anu .. yes, Mom. But that's not what's important. He was robbed, and all the valuables in the house were gone."

"The robbery? Alif's okay, Mom?"

"No, Ma. But he's hurt. Plenty of blood. I find it hard to explain. What if Mom just goes there?"

After leaving immediately, I disconnected my phone. Kuleha took a deep breath and smiled triumphantly considering the events of that night, while playing the knife on their bodies, especially for the woman.

If he knew that I did it, he would definitely thank you for prying the meat that was stuck to his cheek with a very neat and clear engraving. I treated him very carefully and professionally.

I originally wanted to engrave 'I'm an ACTOR' there but I didn't do it because the actor is an abbreviation of MEN'S SEIZURE PEOPLE. It was inappropriate for me to convert for her because seizing her means of coercion, whereas my husband did not feel compelled to approach her. He's not an actor.

If one day you walk and find a woman who has irregular scars, forming the phrase 'I ******' on both cheeks, then you can be sure that you have seen Imel, husband's darling.

And if you ask. "What happened to Alif?"

You'll find the answer in an empty pickled jar that I purposely washed clean, to include Alif's adorable magic wand, as a victory trohpy for mementos.

It was enough to give me a pair of beautiful twins. And I think my husband just needs his hands, feet, and head to work. It means we don't need it anymore.

But I didn't let it go in there myself, because I'd juxtaposed it with a finger still embedded in the ring, a special gift from my husband to that bastard woman.

I don't have to kill them because death is too peaceful for those who have ruined my life. After all, they looked so harmonious floating in that narrow space. I've filled it with liquid so it doesn't lie so pathetic.

After looking at her, I put my precious trophy jar in a safe place, and prepared to go to the hospital to take care of my beloved husband.

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➖ Sarah Eszed ➖