Mr. Kades' Secret Wife
CHAPTER 06. Mr. Kades's Story

Her.

That face.

I recognized his voice, because my brother had brought him home four years ago before the fateful incident happened.

But I just found out that his name was Ozan after brother died somehow my family didn't tell me the name of this fucking guy.

Ah or I'll call him a fucking guy?

Whether he doesn't recognize my face, or has changed a lot from me, I think the maintance of facial care I use is enough to simply change people's views of me in his memory.

Or sometimes some people have a low memory so do not be surprised if he easily forgets about someone's face.

And one of them is this damn guy, he smiled kindly at me like he never made a mistake four years ago.

Hold Gea! Hold it! I felt like cursing and cursing in front of his face but all I could bear to not reveal my identity.

"Mak Gea,"

"I'm still young sir, call Gea aja and if you can use the local language is also okay."

I'm lazy to mince words with this one demon drop.

Imagine him this time smiling at me, and I'm getting black because of that.

"I do not know the language of the region here, despite having served four years as the head of the village, I am native semarang, yaudah I call Dek Gea only."

"Okay, sir, then I also use Indonesian with my father."

I answered him with all my heart, bodo time he wants to come from which planet, the point is I hate him once, you know? Pretending to be friendly in front of the people you hate the most is NO GOOD.

Okay, let's say, your husband just came home from work on your eyes smelling like a sweet Yogurt or Croissant, but WHERE A THE HELL IS A SMELL OF ASEM!

That's what I'm dealing with this one Mr. Kades, in my eyes he's disgusting no matter how friendly he is to me.

"Jaudah deck Gea, we better get going now, long trip to the village" This fucking guy looks at me and takes me on his bike.

I'll just come along, he put my suitcase on the front and I'm holding Gibran sitting behind him, slightly keeping my distance because HARAM touches his body.

"Whose son is Dek?"

She asked me? About Gibran? THIS IS YOUR FUCKING SON! THE CHILD YOU DON'T WANT TO ADMIT TO! I want to say this, whatever you think how bar-barn I am, I don't care.

"Dek Gea has a husband."

"Yet, my husband left because he didn't want me to get pregnant and until now he didn't come back."

I'm a little fabricated here, hoping he's sensitive that the person I'm talking about is him leaving my brother.

"It's so bad, Mom,"

Hahahaha, Wicked? I'm laughing disgustfully here, WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE WITH YOU DAMN IT AND IF YOU KNEW THE PERSON I MEAN IS YOU, would you still be able to say that?

I'm really sick of it but what should I do?

"Pak Kades is the original semarang how can be the village head here?"

Okay, it's time for me to dig up information even though I'm lazy to talk right now but it's important.

"Oh yeah forget, acquaintance too, I'm Fauzan Adinata, just call Ozan."

Okay I already know, and that's not what I'm asking.

"I became a kades here, four years ago deck, I was actually a semarang native, my parents were doctors and marriage consultants, I chose to be independent and went to Makassar."

And impregnating my brother then doesn't want to be responsible does he?

"And know-tau I came to this village when the atmosphere was murky and I was even the head of the village, at first I did not want to but I was comfortable."

IT'S BECAUSE YOU RAN AWAY FROM THE DAMN RESPONSIBILITY! I swore in my heart to hear his story.

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