Mr. Vazquez & Mrs. Vazquez
Thirty-eight

"Relax Viola, here already there I will help—" Grace stroked Viola's cheek dear.

"—dia took your life!"

'PLAQUE'

'PLAQUE'

'BUGH'

"Uhuk ... uhukk uhukk," Viola coughed. His stomach hurt a lot after getting a fist there.

"Ber—nad?" viola's breath was wheezing. Viola cried, she didn't expect Grace to do that to her. Oh it turns out that Grace did come as a Goddess, but Goddess Medusa.

"A-actually what do you want? What is my fault ... to you? Grace, why do you have to do this?" viola asked with the rest of the energy he had. He wanted to faint, but could not. It feels like God wants Viola to feel this pain for longer.

"Lo deserves this! You've called everything that should be mine!" grace said in wrath.

Viola frowned confusedly. What does Grace mean? Seize everything? It even feels like Viola is always giving up on Grace. What part did Viola take that from?

"What do you mean?"

"Don't pretend you don't know! From High School Lo always called the person I was looking for, you always grab the attention of teachers and friends who should care for me! Because I went to that High School before you!"

Indeed, Viola is a transfer student. Initially he was a senior high school in the Philippines, but because of one thing he had to move to Indonesia again. She is friends with Grace from Junior High, as they are one school. And there was a time when Viola High School moved to the Philippines.

"... until college Reynald who should be mine turned away because lo! But I'm grateful you can't survive with him because he prefers Lumira, my efforts are not in vain to instigate him." Grace laughed the devil after saying that.

Viola could no longer hold back his stuffing, it turned out that his own closest person who made his romantic relationship always ended up running aground. Naturally, the former Viola always cut ties unilaterally for unclear reasons. Grace is the mastermind of it all. This made Viola afraid of a friend, he was afraid of being like this. Enemy in the blanket, not wrong with the proverb.

"That's not what's pissing me off right now! But .. when you take Ardo from me!" grace shouted in a slap soaring into Viola's cheek. Viola's cheeks seemed numb, because of the slaps he got.

Viola closed his eyes dispelling the pain in his body, especially the stomach that seemed to be stirred. "Gr—ace, l-lo know that gu-gue is betrothed—"

"Yes! Before being betrothed to you, Ardo was already betrothed to me! I was frustrated when her family decided on this matchmaking unilaterally! And it's all because of you! I was sick when you were with Ardo! I hate you, VIOLA! I hate YOU BOTH!"

Viola shook her head while crying. If you know that Ardo has been betrothed to Grace maybe Viola will budge, maybe Grace will not be angry with him. Maybe now they're happy, maybe-

"And because Ardo was also my brother leaving this world," Viola turned to Anton who was already sitting weakly.

"Hiks-what do you mean?"

"You don't know how fucking your husband is? Well I'll tell you an old story. And I'll make sure that you feel like you'll deserve to die after hearing this fact" Viola still fell silent with a hiccup.

" ... I have a little sister, probably the same age as you. Name's Rosie. She was a jolly girl and rarely grieved until the incident ... "

The flashback

Throughout the unceasing journey the girl smiled, she was very happy after getting a little attention from the idol. Only a small attention but really such a small thing can make the flower in his heart bloom perfectly.

"Hello my sister," the girl named Rosie hugged the older brother standing before her. There was only Anton and Rosie. Her father and mother have been divorced for a long time. Her father went out of nowhere while her mother died because she continued to be sick.

Anton chuckled and returned his sister's embrace. "My princess seems so happy? What was? Story to brother dong," Anton pinta.

Suddenly Rosie's face blushed. "Eum it, brother Ardo was cleaning Rosie's face when hit by water, sister. Rosie's so happy,"

Anton pensive.

Can't!

Ardo can't behave like this if he doesn't like Rosie. His treatment will only make Rosie more heartbroken.

Anton knows, his best friend that— Ardo does not like his sister no matter what the reason.

"Sister Anton! Brother is daydreaming! I mean, what did Rosie tell you?" pissed Rosie.

"Huh? E-uh. Brother is horrified," Anton smiled as he stroked Rosie's hair.

"Rosie, you shouldn't expect much from Ardo" Anton said softly.

As soon as Rosie's facial features turned sour, she knew her brother would not like it. "Why, Brother? Does Rosie have no right to be happy?"

"Bu-not so— Rosie! Rosie!" anton shouted as he saw Rosie running straight into his room.

Anton rubbed his face rough. Anton no longer knows how to talk to his brother.

***

"Sir's drink,"

"Diminum yes, Brother. Rosie made him full of love hehe,"

"I have tissue, sister,"

"Here I am, I'm sweating Brother,"

"My feet are incandescent?"

"Stop! Don't touch me!!" Ardo brushes Rosie's hand rough.

"I'm going to cum—"

"How many times have I said the same! Don't bother me! I'm disgusted by that!"

"But—"

"But what?! I'm sick of all your attention! I'm sick of all your behavior! I am also tired of your face! You cheap lady!"