Nackal Duda
Spying on My Own Wife

Gnats

I realized since our first fight as a couple, Dance's attitude started to change for me. Dance is no longer cheerful and more silent.

Dance still serves me as a good wife. The food He had prepared, He served me in bed, and brought me provisions. But I feel like he is getting away.

When I drove her to the course, I hadn't left the course because I was reading a message Bastian sent. I saw Dari chatting with a man.

I didn't reply to the message, so I noticed what Tari was doing. Dance looks familiar to the guy. Who her?

Dance smiled in a friendly manner. They entered the course together. Why does Tari smile for other guys while I look moody?

I am not concentrating on work. I also got the wrong stock investment and ended up having to cutloss. Huft...

I'm not usually like this. I still think about who that guy is. Wait, is that the course teacher that Tara used to quip? The course teacher who picked up Dance home from the course?

Why is it so easy to get close to a stranger? Didn't you know he was innocent and innocent? What if that guy messes with him?

Arg... I am so upset today!

How could that innocent kid make me so cranky like this?

I better just pick her up! I'll just ask him who that guy is.

I also took my car keys and went to the Dance course. I hope I can still pick him up.

Arg... Why should it be stuck anyway? Why is this school always jammed? Why should a driver pick up a schoolboy? Why so pampered! Can they go home on an angkot?!

I saw Dance from a distance. It just so happens that he hasn't come home yet. But how does he talk in front of people's cars? Why not take a taxi?

I glakson Dari so he saw my car which is 3 cars from the car he will ride, dear Tari instead just get into the car quickly. Relax, Gas. Surely Tari will go home. Just talk at home!

I followed the car that Tari was riding in. The car was not straight towards the complex of our house but instead turned to the Mall.

Whoa... This is not really!

Street dance with another guy?

The Mall?

Behind me?

I followed the car into the Mall. I'm looking for a parking lot nearby but unfortunately there's nothing empty. I had to go up to the next floor just to find an empty parking lot.

Of course I lost track of Dance. I searched the various shops one after another. I ignored all the store employees who offered me their products. My only goal is one, Dance. Where is my wife going?

I've been in various shops and I haven't found any Dance. Where's she? Just a kid's toy place that hasn't. I went upstairs and when I only had one turn, I saw Dance.

Dance out of the toy store while carrying a paper bag. He smiled and looked very familiar with the man.

I took my HP and called him. Turns out that Tari didn't answer my call. I followed Dari and the guy who turned out to go to the food court.

I took a place that would be invisible to him. I saw that he ate KFC voraciously.

I ordered coffee and snacks so I could sit in my place without being evicted by other visitors for not eating at all. My eyes keep staring at him.

Dance kept smiling. Sometimes his laughter was seen. He was so close and comfortable with this guy! How close are they? Since the first course? That fast?

Dance had finished her meal. He washed his hands and went to prayer. I also pray in the same place. Fortunately the mosque was large so Tari did not see my whereabouts. After the prayer, they seemed to be going home.

I keep following them. As they made their way to the car park, I ran upstairs and picked up my car. Don't let me lose track of them again.

I walked past it. I heard him yelling at me. No. I'm gubris. Just walk to the front of the house!

I went into the house with an upset and angry heart. Why did Dari dare to play behind my back with another man?

I took off my shirt and sat on the bed in shorts. Even though I beat the AC, I still feel hot. I'm not even wearing a shirt.

I heard he went into the house. I was waiting for him to come into the room and smell the cooking. Then he cooks first. Yeah, I'm just taking a shower, let's be cool.

After the shower, I sat back in bed. I pretended to be busy reading Tab when Tari came into the room. Salim with me and take a shower. There are no words that he says.

Why the hell is that kid?

Could it make me even more upset?!

He came out of the bathroom and picked up a book in his bag and studied. Really learning. Not asking me to talk at all.

Adzan maghrib. He closed his book and took ablution. I thought he would take me to pray as usual, eh he prayed by himself.

Original, this child if it makes me really upset. I put my Tab in a pissed-off bed and walked out of the room.

I took a cigarette and went upstairs. I lit a cigarette butt and puffed the cigarette smoke irritably into the air.

The sound of mosque speakers is heard, proving that there is still congregational prayer. How do I feel bad, not praying but instead smoking above?

I cut my cigarette and went back into the room. I took ablution and then prayed. Dance seems to be teaching. I know he glanced at me who was praying. Whatever.

"Want to eat now, Om?" ask him after I folded the prayer mat and the sarong.

"Yes." I replied briefly.

He also prepared dinner. We eat in silence. Can't keep this up. This child, if I remain silent, will be silent. When do we get this way. It could be that my annoyance is piling up and becoming an atomic bomb later.

"So home from the taxi ride?" I pretended not to know.

"No. It was delivered with Mr. Adi." he replied honestly.

"Sir Adi? Who her? New gebetan?" sindirku.

"The teacher of the Dance course." doesn't dispute my insinuations. My real son makes me angry. Look at me later work!

"Why not take a taxi? Didn't I tell you to take a cab?" I looked at him closely. No more enjoying my lunch.

"It's hard to get a taxi at school. Lose fast to school kids."

"Hour schoolgirls home? Didn't you get to her house in the afternoon? Where was it?" I wonder if this kid will be honest or lying.

"To Mall. Temenin Pak Adi bought gifts for his nephew's birthday. Then invited to lunch and pray ashar first deh." it turns out he said the truth.

"Why not get permission first? I called you but didn't you pick up?" ask me while continuing to hold back my emotions.

"Hp Silent dance. Sorry Om, Dance will let me go again."

If you leave again? You mean he's gonna walk the same guy again? What is their relationship?

"Do you like that guy?" this time my question managed to make him look at me fixedly.

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