MY FORMER DARK LOVER
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All the dishes were done for dinner. Eyes already sleepy will not be restrained soon sleep. Leg muscles have weakened after so many days of work that drains energy. Nape neck until it feels stiff.

"Huuf, my goodness why does the body feel sick all this. Must be because of cleaning up the housework alone. Hmm, patience .. patience, surely there will all be happiness someday," the heart murmur has rubbed gently nape the neck while kneeling it slowly.

The steps feel shaky when you want to enter the room. It feels like there is no more energy just to set foot.

"Egkhem .. hemm," The voice of someone deheman was behind me, as his hand was holding the doorknob.

The body immediately turned, trying to see who was trying to say hello.

"You?" My surprise.

"Emm."

"Why stand here?" I just feel weird.

"It just so happens to pass through this room, when you want to grab some drinking water earlier."

"Why did you enter that room?" ask Satria who seems suspicious.

"What do you mean?" Turn your way around wonder.

"Hidih, what are you, anyway. Isn't Bayu's mas room above, why do you even want to enter there? Aren't you married, why would you want to sleep in a separate room" Satria's real suspicious.

"Ee'eeh, not really. I went into this room because there was something I wanted to take," I replied, feeling nervous.

"Ooh, is that true? You didn't lie, did you?" ask again.

"But--?" Satria's Doubts.

"eeh, sorry. I have to go into the room first to pick something up," I said in a hurry.

"Yes, please. I'll make sure if you don't lie, I'll wait here" he said, which makes the tick die.

The face had turned to the door that was still open a little, to make sure that Satria was waiting for what not.

"Sir, how is this? Why should Satria feel suspicious as well, anyway! Die if the Bayu mas to anger, because Satria know our household that does not fit this," Anxiety heart that has taken something from the room itself.

"What do I have to do in my own room for an excuse?" ask your heart when confused.

Netra had already swept through every room, trying to see the items that would be the reason for Satria to believe.

"Aaha, that's it!" Excitement when seeing your own blanket.

"Hopefully Satria will believe."

Step out of your own room with a blanket.

"Kok just take a blanket in this room, isn't there in your room?" satria said, who asked a lot.

"There's. Only the blanket in the upper room was washed and wet. It just so happens that there's a blanket backup in this room, "the reason that lies.

"Ooh, so. Yes, you slept there. Won't you teach tomorrow, too" he said.

"Good-bye."

Just a hasty step, to immediately climb the stairs leading to the husband's own room. Satria's face continued to look at me, who was hesitating towards the husband's place. Surely the husband will be angry if you ask for a room with him.

Tok .. tok, as slow as I can knock on the door.

"Come, Mas. Open the door, before that Satria catches us. You could die too later, if he finds out and reveals everything to our parents," Anxiety in the heart is increasingly upset.

Tok .. tok, the door back to the door, which this time a little hard.

The voice of people stepping from the room has been heard by my ears, so many times I also give thanks, because the husband finally wants to open the door as well.

"You?."

"Sorry, Mom."

"Why did you come here?" ketus husband.

"Shuuutss, quiet Mas. There's Satria downstairs who's watching," tell my husband to point to the first floor.

"What do you mean, huh! Kok had dared to tell the husband to be quiet, "Irified his words.

Eghem .. hemm, a person's deheman's voice.

"Don't let his wife sleep in any place" Satria said.

"Ehkhem, what do you mean? How could I possibly let my beautiful wife sleep carelessly" the husband replied.

The hand was already pulled strong by Mas Bayu, to parallel near his standing position now.

"It's good then, because I saw your wife walking in the middle of the night this way, when it was time to sleep," said Satria with her hand carrying water in a glass.

"I told you to just grab a blanket again," I sat on the sidelines as if I wanted to be angry with Satria.

"Emmm. Yeah, you guys go in the room, sleep there! Invite your wife to sleep Mas Bayu, pity that tomorrow until late teaching," asked Satria who sounded upsetting.

Because of the words Satria husband has glared sharply, which feels the eyeball will jump out.

"Hehehe, yes Satria. You have to sleep too, right?" Cegegesan mas Bayu's.

"Good, Mas. Take care of his wife, ok."

"Sipp."

Brak, the door is closed rough.

The position that is still confused facing the husband later, suddenly the blanket is released from the hand, due to the shock of the husband pulling my arm firmly.

"Are you crazy."

"Why did Satria catch you in your own room, huh?" Husband has pulled strong hair.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I really don't know if Satria was watching me," I said grudgingly, because it held back the aching hair from being pulled back.

"Sorry .. sorry. Just yummy. If you already know this, surely I am the one who will be bothered. Just be careful if it gets caught again, surely you will be the one I will make battered. You s*lan!" Husband's anger.

"Yes, Mas. Sorry ... sorry. I promise this time it will not be repeated caught or caught by him again."

"Hhh, get out there!."

"Not close to my body. Watch you!" threaten the husband who has let go of the trap with a little encouragement.

"Then, I have to how this is, Mas. If you can't get close to you, you have to sleep this gama-mm-where?" I've been frightened if my husband gets emotional again.

"It's your own fault, then you have to win it. Just sleep on the floor, there!" husband who has now climbed his bed alone.

"But, Mas. The floor is very cold, I'm afraid if it gets in the wind" I said.

"Bodo. It's a risk if it disturbs my calm. What is clear is that you sleep on the floor, or all over your body I want to check for rejection, because if you come out, Satria will definitely find again and surely her mouth will be pail stories to both of our parents," the husband has no mercy anymore.

A sense of sadness began to be present at the words of the husband who so pierced the heart. To me her words hurt so much, as if I was a truly uninspired wife.

"Good, Mas. Sorry!" My servitude.

This time I was forced to sleep on the floor using the blanket I brought. I have used my right hand for the pillow, while the left has wiped the tears that continue to be pierced in the cheek. I had a strong bite of my lips, so as not to be heard by my husband. The sound of a mouthful of crying is now increasingly strong, so that the feeling of chest tightness makes it difficult to just breathe.