Revenge On Crazy Husband
31. Buying Rendang

The stacked photo sheets were thrown over Larisa's cheeks before she just fell to the table.

"What are you doing?!" mother growled with a stifled tone, very angry and wrathful but also did not want until someone heard it in this residence. "You just got back from your honeymoon and then suddenly your husband has a second wife. That's amazing, Larisa. As usual you always mess up."

Yes, as usual he says 'always' on compliments and insults. If Larisa does a good thing, then immediately it becomes a sentence 'as usual you always boast' and if bad, then 'as usual you are useless'.

This was something that was beyond Larisa's expectations so she had no preparation at all. And although she is very willing to destroy her family, Larisa cannot if Demetrio is not in her control.

"I don't want any of this to happen either, Mom," Larisa replied after a long silence.

As well as calming the irritation because he was instead thrown a photo of Demetrio's official affair.

"Demetrio did it all of a sudden."

"Nothing suddenly happened! You must have done something until Demetrio got angry!"

Thas right. But it is impossible for Larisa to admit what her mistake was.

"I don't know what made him angry" Larisa replied. "Again I—"

Plaque!

A loud slap landed on Larisa's pipo, silencing her mouth that wanted to speak.

"Do you even know what happened?!" mom snapped, not wanting to hear anything from Larisa. "If until Demetrio divorces you now, just a moment after you return from your honeymoon, it means you announce to everyone that marrying you is hell! Everyone will talk about us and it could destroy everything!"

Larisa opened her mouth, for God's sake was eager to retaliate.

"I'm broken, Mother."

That's what Larisa was trying to say.

"I was destroyed two years ago. I'm resigned to your matchmaking and don't even do anything for myself because I always have to keep Demetrio's feelings in check. I was even in a resigned feeling where I wouldn't be angry or disappointed if Demetrio wasn't interested in me. I used to think it was okay for Demetrio to cheat secretly because I knew we couldn't love each other."

"But the fucking guy screwed it up. That damn guy I worshipped so badly dumped me for no reason. For no reason at all and then asked me to marry for no reason. I've been destroyed so why should I think of the destruction of those of you who don't think of me in the least?"

"It's obviously your job!" press Mom. "Make sure Demetrio forgives you and stop with that stupid plan of remarrying! Listen, Larisa? This time do something!"

After pressing his orders and maybe Uncle's troublemaker, Mom just left, went home to carry her latest Gucci bag.

Sakra immediately entered, coming towards Larisa.

"Marya."

"He wouldn't be able to buy an original bag like that if I didn't try hard" Larisa muttered. "Yes, I'm not okay if you ask me that."

"Do something about it." Sakra reached out to Larisa's face to look at her former slap. "You've become Mrs Lawrence. I don't know what happens tomorrow, at least do something to your fucking family today."

Larisa looked up, then shook her head. "You like rendang?"

"What?"

"I like rendang. It feels good and hard to forget." Larisa smiled, got up from the chair, patted Sakra's arm. "It takes hours to make rendang so that it tastes good. It can't be made in the blink of an eye."

Sakra looked at the back of the passing woman. Of course Sakra understands what Larisa means not rendang. He said that they had to be patient because it was much more fun to reply to them later.

"I'd rather buy rendang," Sakra replied, stopping Larisa's move. "I hate cooking alone, to be honest, ma'am. So I 'bought it'."

Larisa turned her head, smiling with her index finger in front of her lips.

"I bought it too" whispered the woman. "But the rendang I ordered must still be cooked by the cook. You understand, my dear?"

Sakra smiled. "What can I do, then."

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