I HATE YOU, BUT
#11
Jeane squeezed the spoon she held in anger. He could not forgive Alena who slapped him earlier. He didn't say wrong. She should have known what was really going on between her and Davian. Davian loves her and will definitely leave Alena sooner or later. Maybe if she said it, Alena would back off regularly and allow herself to have Davian in one piece.
“You why?” Davian was astonished to see Jeane who continued to grumble indistinctly. Their lunch was interrupted at last. Jeane confirmed her sitting position and sighed.
“Your wife is a really annoying girl and can't be joked around. I just said a little he already dared to slap me!” jeane lamented in a somewhat whining tone. Finally, the session pitted Jeane against Davian. Of course hearing him Davian was shocked.
“Alena come?” Davian instead asked in a surprised tone, making Jeane even more annoyed to hear it. This was not the reaction he wanted from Davian.
Ever since they had a fight the other day, the atmosphere between Davian and Alena had become increasingly awkward and cold. He should have felt relieved that he did not need to interact with the bully girl but what was happening now, he felt that one side of his heart was hollow. What happened, he must have misunderstood his own feelings.
Jeane put down her spoon hard. Davian's expression that looked like a confused person made him even more annoyed.
“Why not say anything? You should have comforted me!” jeane's voice rose, almost turning the attention of all Chinese restaurant visitors to the two of them.
“You don't know what your wife is doing? He already slapped me. My heart is so hurt. He slapped me and accused me of taking you from him! I should have screamed like that. He's the one who took you from me! I need some comfort from you and now you're just keeping quiet like this?”
“Jeane~ssstt..” Davian asks Jeane to lower her voice but too late, the sensitive side of the girl has been disturbed. Now Jeane is starting to shed tears.
“Until when are you going to make me like this? You love me, don't you? You should have left him soon.”
Davian was full of seeing it. He felt at once guilty. Then he got up from his seat and took his place in the chair beside Jeane, grabbed her by the shoulder and wiped off her tears.
“Do not cry. I promised I'd leave Alena. You just have to wait. Please be patient,” Davian hugged him tightly. Jeane was relieved in Davian's arms even though tears were still running down her cheeks.
“You must keep your promise,” Jeanne, then hug Davian back. Without Davian noticing, a sly smile rose at the corner of the girl's lips.
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Wedding photos displayed beautifully on one of the walls of the apartment living room did not make Alena smile meaningfully. At first in her eyes a picture of her in a wedding dress, standing side by side with the most handsome man she had ever met looked so sweet and managed to make her face blush. Now, that photo is nothing more than a portrait of falsehood. He could not even smile embarrassedly anymore when he looked at her. His heart felt pain and pain.
Sound ‘pip-pip’ sound from outside the door sign someone is entering the home security code. Alena quickly normalized her expression because she believed Davian had returned from the office. The door creaked open shortly afterwards. Just as expected, a tall, strapping figure entered with a suit draped in his hand.
Usually Alena will go straight to Davian. But it's different this time. He chose to stay in his place.
Davian could read the atmosphere of his wife's face. So he doesn't have to mince words anymore. He immediately put the bag he was carrying on the table, then stood in front of Alena.
“You slapped Jeane?” tanyanya cold. Maybe in the ears of others will sound sniffling, but tucked curiosity and anxiety from the intonation.
Alena took a quick glance, then answered him without interest. “The woman complained to you apparently.”
“That woman?” Davian raised his voice, offended at Alena's reply.
“Iya, Jeane. ‘Dark lovemu’,” said Alena cynically.
Davian hissed furiously while ruffling his waist. He had intended to ask why Alena slapped Jeane so well. Apparently that intention should be broken.
“I didn't think you could be this rude. I think you're a good girl who,” Davian paused to say the word ‘penakut’.
“I think you're a cautious girl. Did your parents never teach you tattoos?”
Alena turned her head as Davian offended her parents, her heart rumbled. Davian could have insulted anyone as long as he wasn't his parents. He stood up, then looked at Davian sharply.
“My parents have nothing to do with today's events so don't ever bring them in the trouble I made!”
This time Davian was surprised, because the first time he saw Alena said with her eyes lit up and full of emotions like this.
“If anyone is to blame, he is Jeane. You didn't hear what he said? She said,” Alena's words faltered. He can't say it. His heart was already too broken. Did he have to make his heart turn to dust when he said so?