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I don't know why I don't care about my own husband. Whatever, he wants to go home or never come back forever. I hated him so much after the Mall incident. She's good with women, I got sprayed by her other boyfriend.

Is it true Wiwin said, I have to go back to being Yeri? But...., if it was me doing in front of her, I could already guess what the end would be.

Uh! I don't know what I should do. And damn now my car broke down on the road. It's been almost an hour I've been waiting for a mechanic to come. But not yet come, I can only surrender to basking myself in the hot sun on the side of the road.

The road was crowded, but I couldn't leave my car before the mechanic arrived. The area here is also famous for being vulnerable. While still waiting, someone who was so familiar with me came up to me.

He's Mr. Reza, the gym teacher at the school where I teach. I saw him wearing a motorcycle helmet he was a simple and humble man. He is also a smiley. But do not underestimate his meek attitude. He also taught pencak silat where immune science has become a must.

Beling and embers can be held without leaving a wound.

"Mom, Yaya?" Ask me while approaching and then drive the bike.

"Eh, Mr Reza?" My heart justifies my glasses. "Mr...?" I asked him who wasn't done and he understood what I meant.

One more thing, he has the science of death. I'm actually most embarrassed to have to talk to him like this. It wouldn't be funny if I sat up and she knew.

"Yes, I'm alone Mom. I'm buying a pulse on the counter there." He pointed to one of the HP counters that was not far from my car breaking down.

"Oh..." Condolence and fear of being discovered, that's me who always keep oral when talking to him.

"Don't be so stiff, ma'am, just plain. Our Wongs meet every day, right?"

He always knew that I was talking about him. Hemh, it was hard to find someone like this. Not cool...

"Ah, yes Sir. But I'm. em.. honestly sir, it's not good you can see, I mean look at me." I said a little embarrassed.

Mr. Reza then caught a glimpse of me and lowered his head later. Well, my feelings are so bad, I'm afraid if he looks at me far into the future and the past.

"Mother, who's the grudge?" Just say it.

DEGH!!

What the hell? It's not delicious. He must know. Did I ask everything, huh? Ah, but shame.

"Just ask if there's anything that's stuck and wants to be asked, I'll answer as necessary even if I can see everything."

I doubt it, but what about it.. ah how is this? Ask me when there will be such an opportunity. Instead of having to pay a pinter, right? Mayan can buy meatballs.

"Stupid?" I asked with anxiety. After all I am a normal woman, I want to have a good soul mate in the afterlife, not like the playboy Altez.

Mr. Reza lowered his head and closed his eyes for a moment. "You're going to get married 2 times, and the second is better everything than the first."

Whoa, what is this?

hearing him talk like this, made me want to quickly get divorced from Altez and hunt for my next mate. Thinking like this, no sin?

"It is a sin, Mom. I'm married but I'm thinking of getting divorced so I can get married again." Mr. Reza interjected in the middle of my daydream and laughed amusedly while shaking his head.

I'm dead of style and speechless. Without even talking, he knew everything.

"Mom, don't hold grudges. Revenge will only hurt itself. That grudge gnaws at our sacred soul immediately slowly." He checked my car.

JEBE!!

😰 die me, all my cards he knows. Which camera is the camera? I wave my hand and I raise a red, uh wrong white flag.

"Ah, yes Sir. But I..."

"Yes, I know Mom. It's complicated because you're married to your enemy, right? Face it, face it like you think. Believe me, good and bad can never happen without divine providence."

Ah, he said it was really cool like AC in the ATM room. Mother nyesss!

"I. yes sir." Answer me who doesn't know what else to say.

"Mom, when's the last oil change? it's worth striking the olives almost dry." He said after checking my engine.

"Hehehe, is that so, sir? I rarely serve it yet." My answer is shame.

Before long the mechanic came and took me also my car to the workshop and I parted with Mr. Reza.

...Her night....

I had just set foot in the house, as usual, nothing had changed everything was still neat and in place.

I sat down in the chair in the kitchen and opened the fridge. A moment of enjoying the cold from the food storage makes my brain come fresh.

"God! malem's home!" Said someone standing next to me when it came and it succeeded in making me jump in shock and banging my head with his chin.

"Well.. hurts!" He said in agony while holding his lips that were bleeding from being bitten by the incident.

"You're the mas, ngagetin. All of a sudden, just showing up behind me would be like this." Speak with the words I make as soft as possible so that he does not glare and raise his voice.

He was silent, and I don't know what expression it was I couldn't interpret it. He just shut up and then looked at me. "It turns out you look more sweet when you speak softly like this." His word.

"But if you're angry, woah...! like a witch." The real impact made me want to slam him again.

He was like this, always flattering towards me. I wonder why any woman would want to be with him. What do they see from the Altezza Basman?

Her sleep? Oh, don't be fooled by his handsome face. If you know the rice milling machine, well that's the snoring while asleep.

And the bad habit that always makes me wake up early and want to kick his ass is, he always has a cold at 4 am. I watched it all while my in-laws were staying here.

What is beautiful about him? his mouth likes to talk? Ah I don't know, but those girls are very fond of my husband.

My husband's? he is my husband, but I am not at all.... Ah, I don't know if I just don't like it if it's not appreciated by her and underestimated by Nella.

"Please Mas, sorry. Sit down and let me treat your wounds. What pain?" I started taking the plaster and I gave it to him.

"What's? he said he'd treat?" Asked with a tone that began to trigger the war coupled with his eyes that began to highlight sharply.

"Say, can't meddle in each other's affairs? that includes touching and helping, right?" I said deliberately insinuating our letter of agreement.

He walked away and I thought he was angry. Whatever, I don't care. I opened the fridge and enjoyed the cold.

"It!" His baritone voice surprised me. He spoke suddenly and patted me on the shoulder made me aghast and then. Again my head stumbled with his chin.

"Ouch!!" He groaned in pain this time his tongue was bitten.

I panicked, I swear. This time a lot of blood came out of his mouth.

"Who....! blood....?" I squealed and spontaneously touched her and took her to the sink to gargle.

"Try A...." I said I wanted to see the wound in his mouth.

And sure enough, his tongue was bitten fortunately not as I imagined.

"Can't you, just once don't make me wretch? I always feel bad when I'm around you." It's without a filter.

Success, his words successfully hurt me. I am the bearer of sia*l.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." I said softly and looked down sluggishly.

He then sat down on the dining room chair and I gave him a glass of water as my guilt-redeemer. For almost a month as his wife, never once did I serve him except when there was Mama. And that, full of engineering.

"Here, the covenant." He's carrying our agreement.

I looked at it closely, watching it without a single pause.

THE CREK...!

He tore up our paper of agreement. Am I dreaming? is this part of the marketing strategy? oh, don't I mean war strategy?

"Why torn?" I asked who did not understand what the meaning of the paper tearing was.

"From now on, no more deals." Her speech.

I should be happy, but why am I sad? said Mr Reza, my second soul mate will be better everything than the first? And if he rips this paper, that means we won't get divorced soon?

"We live this household like a household in general." He said with his big smile.

I swear, I feel like something is wrong with her actions. Butwhat?

...~~~ ...

Even though we talked about abolishing the agreement, we still slept in separate rooms. I don't want to let my guard down and cause harm to myself. Tired of activity makes me fall asleep quickly.

...Her morning....

Today, according to government recommendations, classes are only conducted via internet connection via online. I was still with my fake skin color that was almost rotten brown, was busy reading out some of the duties of students and students. They're so boisterous.

Some are still wearing pajamas, some while feeding food to his sister, some are helping peel the onion of his mother. Activities like this I like.

Why do I like being a teacher? Because teachers are the most valued profession in all corners of the world. No matter what it looks like, teachers are still teachers who must be respected.

And, when I became a teacher, I was able to educate myself about the bad behavior of bullying. I want to remove bullying from the face of the earth. If can😊.

As I was engrossed in listening to them recite a poem, a person with a messy appearance sat right in front of me and smiled sweetly. He looked at me as if that gaze was so sincere and gentle.

"Ask ya?" He asked me by tapping my cup of coffee.

I looked at him in wonder, this change was too drastic. "It's bitter." Honestly answered.

"It's okay, I'm gonna learn to like something my wife likes." His words are so soft.

Holy wow...! what virus did he contract? what new variant is there, which makes the infected person so lost of mind?