Madness
Chapters 10

It's just a work of fiction. Names, characters, stories/events are mere fictional elements, created by "me" as the author of the story.

The warning! This story is made only as a means of entertainment, not to be practiced or imitated by some elements in it.

Noted: For many reasons I changed the entire story from one published earlier. Thank ye.

...Title: Sehun Bizarre ...

...Note: Something unusual :v...

...Happy reading.... ...

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Marriage can change everything. Even the nature of a person. Miraculous, yes...

"What, you, looky-liah. The cement?" the chirp, which instantly shuts its mouth. Damn, why can't I diem, anyway, Neyla wrote in her heart.

The guy laughs, gets tired of the girl's words, what, huh?it can't be filtered. Neyla Min, or what is now Oh Neyla. That girl is a little different. Sehun who notabenya is a cold, stiff man, when faced with Neyla somehow so often laugh.

According to Sehun, Neyla is funny. The girl is sensitive, when seen with a smile Neyla will be insinuated to continue to be angry. That's what Sehun likes. Neyla is beautiful when she's angry. Oh Sehun's Assessment.

"Lo it makes me feel good" said Sehun after his laughter subsided. Closer to Neyla the guy raised his hand about to touch Neyla's cheek which was flushed with annoyance or something. But soon pushed rough by the girl.

"What, hell, lo!" fierce snarl. "Far away, there." Neyla moved to the side, avoiding Sehun who was beginning to look strange.

Smiling ignorantly, Oh Sehun said, "Come, sleep with me. Sleepy, here." Before Neyla could make a sound, Sehun had already pulled her into the room. Dragging more precisely, ignoring the dramatic sarcastic slur of Min Neyla who is now Oh Neyla. Wife of Oh Sehun. Oh how cute they are.

Things Sehun likes about his wife.

neyla is angry

the sensitive Neyla

neyla who was filled with negative thoughts

neyla was angry with him

- Neyla who often frowns, and

neyla is his wife. Neylas.

-o0o

Grey afternoon, Sehun just got home from work. On foot, because his car suddenly broke down in the middle of the road. Luckily Sehun was close to home, so the guy did not have to take the bus that he obviously never climbed. Sehun had already called the repairman from the pay phone.

Tearing up his briefcase, Sehun felt that walking was not as bad as his thinking so far. He became more relaxed, no longer chased by time. Moreover, his handpone died due to a collision fitting fell on the stairs this afternoon. Sehun smiled cheerfully, the guy hummed enjoying the situation, which he felt was rare. Misadventure after misfortune hit him today, but somehow Sehun enjoyed it. The guy was not upset at all just felt, funny.

At a crossroads that is near home. Sehun's smile had faded, when he saw Neyla, his wife, walking together as a guy who Sehun did not know. They look familiar. Talk to each other, look at each other, laugh. Really make you angry, said Sehun. Neyla was never so with him. Other than being annoyed, Neyla never looked at him that brightly.

And Sehun realized something. He jealous.

Instead of walking home, Oh Sehun turned to the park instead. The bag he originally wanted to throw, thankfully he still held.

Sitting on one of the swings, Oh Sehun started eating the ice cream he bought from the minimarket he had passed earlier. Sehun's briefcase was already up in the sand, ignored while Sehun devoured his ice cream delights.

The cold of the night he ignored. Neyla with another guy. They laugh together. Neyla looks happy. The thought filled Sehun's head, making the ice cream that was supposed to feel cold, even hot. Very hot, Sehun even rage.

Who, the hell, that guy?

Got a petite body, pale skin, blonde hair.High not even higher than Neyla, inner Sehun getting hotter.

After eating the eleven ice cream sticks Sehun bought, he felt that he was getting cold. The man threw the bag containing the ice cream packaging and the sticks into the trash. Grabbing his briefcase without cleaning the attached sand, and carrying it.

Hitting the doorbell, the door was opened by his wife, Neyla. Who's been wearing cooky's sleeping pajamas, her favorite.

"Where from?" tanyakanya. Which Sehun ignored, not as usual. The guy shoved his briefcase at Neyla, took off his shoes and just walked in. Ignoring the usual grouchy protests of Neyla was fun for him. Sehun was tired at the moment, and sick. And sore. Oh, heart, why is this sick?

"Oh, Sehun-ahh, how are you?" Someone said from the living room. Looking up at the circular sofa, Sehun widened his eyes in surprise. It was the pale-skinned, short, blonde-haired guy Sehun saw earlier. Sehun was confused as to what kind of expression.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Sister-in-law?"

Stupid sehun. He forgot his own brother-in-law. Just die. He even felt jealous. How stupid.

- Bonus -

Neyla pushed Sehun's body onto the bed. Prevent that guy from getting off.

"Lo's sick. Diem," he ordered, accompanied by a sharp look.

Sehun who felt his body was weak with a yellowish look finally complied. Neyla lifted Sehun's blanket, covering her chest. Then he said, "That's why don't eat male-malem ice cream. You, kid."

Well, in the end Oh Sehun made himself sick from his jealousy and stupidity. Forgetting her own sister-in-law and being jealous of her. Fuck up!

People say really. Jealousy is blinding.

......**FIN......

...AT LAST. YOU CAN SLEEP WELL. ...

...TUES. AUGST 31, 2021**...