Silence of my wife
Chapter 7 Marisa's Regret

Weekend passed, now Candra must work again to occupy the position that has been promised by her in-laws, namely the Director, while her in-laws are still the CEO but any problems will be bestowed on Candra.

And, Candra was very happy with her current achievements. Not only to get a seat position but he also got Marisa who is very valued by many men in the business community.

Ck, I can't wait. Candra just kept muttering with a smile kept on her lips.

Not only Candra, Marisa was also happy because she really loved Candra without her knowing that she was made a stepping stone.

"I'm going first, you take good care of yourself with baby, baby"

"Yes, be careful"

After finishing saying goodbye Candra was immediately gone from there, she brought her car with happiness that she had been very much looking forward to and dreamed of all this time.

As for Marisa, she re-entered the House and sat down casually in the living room.

He had already finished washing his own clothes, and he also gave Candra to be taken care of by Andin.

Chequek.

'Hoammmm'

Andin came out with a very relaxed yawn, he then looked at Marisa who was already sitting casually on the sofa.

Then he saw Candra's clothes piled on top of the washing machine that had not been washed at all.

"Marisa, why aren't you washing Candra's clothes?"

Andin approached Marisa and sat down before her with a relaxed question, but was very irritated for Marisa.

"Ck, now the part of Ma'am that washes belongs to Mas Candra. I was yesterday"

Haha.

Marisa stared in wonder at Andin, inexplicably her honey sister laughed out loud.

"Are you blind, you don't see that I've finished washing my own clothes and even I'm cleaning the dining room and kitchen? Not that he's your husband either, so do it now before I burn the clothes, causing eye pain"

Brucks.

Exasperatedly Andin kicked the table so that Marisa got up, and it was true that Andin's guess.

Marisa goes to the back with her swearing, she also instantly turns on the washing machine and comes back with a broomstick and mop.

"Well good, so the honey sister must be blessed"

Andin chuckled, he was very satisfied to prank Marisa at the moment and that he would do as long as Candra was in the company.

With her leisurely steps, Andin passed to the room to clean up as she fell asleep again after dawn.

Feel, Marisa.

With Marisa? He cursed Andin with all the very spicy words.

However, Marisa did not dare to argue because she was afraid that Andin would kick her before he kicked her first Wife.

'Let's look at you, Ms. Andin'

'Oh my gosh this is so tiring, I have to ask Mas Candra to find a maid'

Marisa's raving continues until she is exhausted by her work, she sits with a breath that is quite boring and takes the drinking water that is on the table.

Byurs.

"What a drink this is, why it's so sweet"

Ohekkk Ohekk.

Marisa vomited quite a lot, somehow her drink tasted very salty when it was not salty at all.

His body was so limp after several vomits, he sat on the floor with sweat on his face.

"You why Marisa?"

Wanting to taste Marisa grabbed Andin's hair at this time, he was sure that the drink was salted by Andin deliberately.

Marisa's gaze was so cynical when she saw Andin who was giggling amusedly staring at her.

"Bak purposely gave salt to my drink?"

"Yes, I thought it was sugar. Sorry yes"

Leisurely, Andin leaves Marisa, who is still sitting limp on the floor, and breezes away without helping Marisa at all.

Just the beginning, Marisa.

During the day, Andin orders food for himself to eat alone. He did not care at all about Marisa who had been struggling to cook in the kitchen, because Candra would go home and have lunch at Home, so Marisa said.

However, Andin did not want to help or eat together.

Until the arrival of Andin's order and face with the coming of Candra.

Immediately Andin opened and ate it casually and did not care for the two people who were staring at him glaring.

"Why did you buy Ndin's food? Marisa's cooking for us"

Andin kept quiet, he remained focused and ignored Candra's talk.

"Anden"

The first clash that Andin had during his nearly 7 years of marriage to Candra, Andin stared intently at Candra and stopped her eating.

As for Marisa, she stared at her triumphantly and a small smile fluffed up at the corner of her lips.

"Then what should I do, Mas Candra? Even Marisa doesn't let me help her cook and join her lunch because it's just for you and herself"

"Do I have to endure hunger? Okay, I'll hold on hungry until you're done eating"

Pyarr

The dishes and food that were in front of Andin were instantly messy and scattered on the floor.

Even Andin looked at Candra with teary eyes.

"You're so selfish, Mas, I've been trying to accept this marriage, but Marisa's making a fortress to keep me from touching you"

Hixes.

Hixes.

Andin ran and went into her room, she slammed the door tight and locked tightly.

Geck.

Geck.

"Andin, open the door, baby. I'm sorry Andin"

Candra kept knocking on the door of Andin's room, she was really sorry for yelling at the wife she loved so much.

Marisa came with her sour face, she approached Candra who was still knocking on the door of Andin's room.

"Mas, let's eat"

Marisa's hand on the rough edge by Candra, even Marisa was shocked by what Candra had already done.

"You should get along with Andin, Marisa. Because she's also my wife"

"I'll eat at the office and please pack up"

Candra left with an annoyed face, she waited for Marisa in front of the House and soon the Wife came with food in her hand.

"I'm coming, Mas"

Marisa whined and almost cried, Candra could only nod her head resignedly and close the door of the House.

Just watch out for you, Ma'am Andin, you are such a bitch and I will reply.

Marisa was silent with a very difficult look at the meaning, even she did not reprimand Candra who had been quietly in her car.

While at Home, Andin laughed with satisfaction when his plan succeeded.

He even let out his happy tears and laughed alone in the room.

You won't be able to repay Marisa, because you don't know me very well.

And, wait tomorrow with the vexation of your face that will be so pleasant.

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