The Return of the First Wife
Chapter 16 - Master's Eating Weapon

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Altesa focused on Erma's red shirt. He washed all the dirty clothes. Then take the red dye from the kitchen cabinet. He immediately put the dye into the clothes that were being washed. In an instant, the water turned red.

"I was reminded from the beginning. If I can't wash my clothes" murmured Altesa. He had already prepared the excuses he would say later to Wildan and Erma.

The clothes in the washing machine kept spinning and permeating the red dye. While Altesa casually went to the kitchen. He immediately prepared a dish for breakfast.

While busy cooking, Wildan became the one who showed up first. He pulled a chair near the dining table. Then occupy.

Altesa reflex. Especially when hearing the sound of seats Wildan pulled.

"Wake up? Perfect fit. There's something I want to ask you," Altesa said, bringing a prepared dish to the dinner table.

Wildan's eyes piqued paying attention to Altesa. There was a slight change shown by his first wife. The cheeks are more thin, and make up thinner. Altesa was obviously more beautiful than when he first woke up from a coma.

Even so, Wildan did not care. A grin was engraved on his face. 'What's wrong with him? Why suddenly make up? Does Altesa want to seduce me? Or is he planning something?' inner Wildan self-defeating. He immediately turned his head towards Altesa.

"What?" ask Wildan indifferently. For him Erma is still the main one.

"Do you only have one maid in a house this big? Here I am also your wife. I don't want to be treated like a maid" Altesa said.

"Actually more than one. But their duties are different. And incidentally the maid who was in charge of cooking and washing was returning home. So Erma and I had no choice but to give you their job" Wildan explained. Without feeling guilty, he even carved a wide smile. Making Altesa's frustration grow.

Really, Altesa was eager to slap Wildan in the face. That guy was so insolent. But for the umpteenth time, he had to hold back.

Finally Altesa had no choice but to force himself to smile. "Yes, it doesn't matter if it's temporary" he responded. Then finish the next meal.

Altesa stirred his cooking with a sour face. Unbeknownst to him, Erma joins Wildan. The woman took the time to give a short kiss to the husband's cheek.

Wildan threw a sweet smile at Erma. Let his wife walk through it. Erma seemed to be entering the laundry room. Shortly after, a successful hysterical shout left Wildan shocked.

"Aaaark!!!" yelled Erma as she cupped her own face. How not? He saw that the entire outfit had turned red. Erma even thought that what was in the laundry was blood.

"Why, baby?!" Wildan rushed to Erma. Make sure things are okay. Just like Erma, she was also taken aback by the apparition of the clothes in the washing machine.

"How did this happen?" Wildan was flabbergasted in disbelief.

In the kitchen, Altesa silently scrape by himself. He's acting surprised. Then hurried over Wildan and Erma to the laundry room.

"God..." Altesa smothered his own mouth. She certainly got into acting mode now. As if what he saw was unexpected.

"You don't have to pretend! I know you must have done this on purpose!" timpal Erma pointed her index finger at Altesa's face. His eyes are great.

"No, Brother! I don't know at all." argued Altesa with a facial mimic about to cry.

"Why can his clothes be like this, Al! You don't have to dodge. You must have been on purpose, right?!" As always, Wildan was always on Erma's side.

"I really don't know." lirih Altesa who slowly lowered his head. "I told Erma I couldn't wash before." she explained.

Wildan thought for a moment. He looked at Altesa and Erma in turn. An idea came to his mind to make sure of something.

"Alright, baby. I have a lot of money. We can buy new clothes. And we'd better have Altesa do the laundry." Wildan calmed Erma with a warm hug. He deliberately did so in front of Altesa. Wildan wanted to make sure the woman's interest was as expected or not.

Altesa reflexes throwing his face. The plan ended up eating weapons, sir. He certainly chose to leave instead of watching Wildan and Erma make out.

Altesa's dislike was visible in the tinge of his face. His anger was clearly not out of jealousy, but rather the result of his plan which failed miserably. It turned out that a lump of clothes meant nothing to Wildan and Erma.

Wildan briefly glanced at Altesa's expression in passing. He nodded and smiled lightly. At that time, Wildan believed that Altesa still loved him.

'Now I know why you live here. Is it because of me? Is that what you are, Al?' wildan said in his heart. 'I took everything from you. And you still hope for me? How pity...'

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All clothes that are red are discarded. Even Altesa himself did it.

"The sontoloyo couple! One day you will get the stone!" grumbled Altesa while putting the trash containing clothes into the garbage tub in front of the house.

After doing an improper task, Altesa went to work as usual. It just so happened that he came home at three in the afternoon. Altesa found there were many suitcases in the living room. His forehead is crinkling deep.

"I, Mas Wildan, and Azka are going abroad. Please take care of the house. I will trust you this time," said Erma who slowly stepped down the stairs.

"Really?" Altesa responded with a stutter.

"Yes." Yeah." Erma boasted. He also accidentally showed his branded bag.

Not a minute later, Wildan and Azka show up. Both look well dressed. Wildan and Azka soon join Erma. Smile and joke like a harmonious family.

Altesa could only bow his head when all that happened. He was like a pebble on the edge of an invisible road.

Wildan, Erma, and Azka stepped out of the door. That's when Erma caught Wildan smiling to himself.

"Why smile at yourself?" asked Erma with almost cluttered eyebrows.

"Eh..." Wildan was confused in a moment. But he immediately replied, "I just feel so happy. We can finally have a family vacation."

Wildan. Actually, he was thinking about Altesa who seemed to show a sad expression. I don't know why he enjoys being loved.

'Altesa is naive. I'm being pity.' Unknowingly the thought flashed through Wildan's head. The kindness and patience of Altesa was able to reach his heart.

Aware of being immersed in daydreaming, Wildan immediately regained his senses by shaking firmly. 'What am I thinking?' he tried to remind himself.

Wildan immediately focused on chatting with Erma and Azka. He was determined to make his family's vacation fun. Coincidentally Wildan went abroad not only on vacation, but also took care of cooperation with one of the Hollywood agencies. He'll meet Revan there later.

For two weeks Wildan, Erma, and Azka left. During that time Altesa also took advantage of the time to fix themselves. Her beauty is back to the way it was. Maybe even more. Because he now has Beno by his side. The man knew what clothes would make Altesa twice as beautiful.