The Story of an Injured Wife
Intention to Eavesdrop on the Conversation

Short time I've been getting prescription drugs from the doctor to deal with the itching and pain caused by the insect. Me and Damar went back home. But later in the afternoon, Damar had to go back to the office. Well, when Damar goes back to work, I'll come home soon to see Martin at my mom's. After that, I went to the office to meet the actor.

The day I was waiting for finally arrived. I drove Mas Damar to the front of the house before he left for work. Mas Damar kissed my forehead and then I kissed his hand. Our house still looks harmonious as usual. But tonight is a good time for me to ask about my missing ring.

Then after the car driven by Mas Damar drove away, I rushed to call Arif. I want to take her to my mom's house. Arif rushed to prepare the car. Hopefully later Martin will not be restive with me again, in front of my mother.

Then I got in the car. Today I wear a white negligee with a simple motif. I'm thinking about a vacation to Norway next month, I'm really impatient. I want to heat up that actor.

I wanted to set foot there and use the camera to document my wonderful holiday there.

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A few moments passed until I was at my mother's house. Mama is not in the boutique, she seems to be cooking for lunch today. I could breathe in the savory, appetizing fragrance that pierced into my sense of smell.

I opened the car door and told Arif to wait a little while there. I went inside without knocking on the door. I looked for my mom in the kitchen but it turned out, I was surprised by the person who was cooking was not my mom, but the sambel terasi. He actually made the sambel terasi again, Martin again ngulek sambel terasi!

"You cook Tin? Where is my mom? Don't-don't you go in the house without permission huh?" reproofu.

"Hey salted eggs watch your mouth. Never in history has Martin ever been in a man's house without permission. Obviously dong's permission,"

My mother came from behind me.

"She's got permission from my mom, son. Now, this good young Martin is again helping you cook. Uuh, really dream mantu. If you had one more child, you would be the same mate Martin wants, hehehe." said my mom and pinched Martin's face.

Martin is very good, but his attitude has always made me upset!

"Martin I want to talk to you. We'll talk in the back of the house?" rush me.

"Before salted eggs, the cave is still busy cooking and later, you must try cave cuisine, huh? Haha."

Just hearing him vomit let alone trying. Can he make good food, right? The feeling I had once tasted fried rice made, the taste of Martin's cuisine successfully made my appetite disappear.

"Judah I wait in the back, don't wait long!" ketus.

I walked slowly through the inner area of my mother's house. I saw the atmosphere, neat, clean, and also the aroma of a refreshing room fragrance.

I stared at a picture frame on the wall. Photos of me, my mother, and my deceased father. My late father was very handsome. He looked increasingly dashing with a thin brew on his face.

He is a man who appreciates a woman. He loves my mom and me. Hope you are calm there. We will always send you the best prayer, Papa.

Then after being satisfied to look at my family photos, I stepped back to the back of the house. For almost an hour I waited, sitting in a small chair in the back garden, the rese finally caught up with me as well. But he came with a plate of food and I was sure, I would definitely be forced to taste his cooking. Prepare for the nausea Yaya!

"Hi bestie. This cave cuisine is done. Before we discuss the things that I want to discuss, must first finish cave-made cuisine huh!

"What's the hell?"

"Gu sambel terasi!"

"I just discussed what I wanted to talk about."

"Why do you make it anyway? I don't want to, still full! The chunky! To the points! I want to meet the actor!"

"Now it's time for lunch so there's no reason to pretend full, please finish my cooking first!"

"Basic guy rese nyebelin! I also love Nyesel! Huh! Yaudah, I'm eating! Beware if it's not good, don't mistake me if you get a jidat lo leaking because of being hit by a plate throw!"

"Sadis is bestie."

I received a plate of food made by Martin, and then I began to scoop it up slowly. Mixing the rice and the side dishes in a spoon, then the food entered my mouth.

It also seems to taste good too. I have no regrets about the food made by Martin. Learn to cook where is he? Unknowingly a portion of this food is already ludes. It all went into my stomach. Actually I want to add more but prestige.

Martin smiled happily to see me who had finished his homemade food.

"Udah abis nih, delicious also artificial cuisine lo."

"Hahaha thanks. Now go straight to the subject."

From behind the leaves there was someone who was menguping their conversation. He is Arif. Arif is told by Elma to eavesdrop and investigate Yaya's encounter with the man.

Unwilling to lose his chance, Arif also records Yaya and Martin's conversation.

"Yes, we're talking in the house. Because the thing I want to discuss with you is a very private thing, so I don't want anyone else to listen to it."

"Who would want to eat anyway? There's just a lo Tin!"

"Please Yaya?"

"Yes okay. Let's go inside. But inside is there my mom?"

"Father if it's mama, he's not a stranger and I really believe in you. Mama Lo can take care of privacy matters. I'm going inside, this plate let me take it?"

Arif looks emotional because Yaya and Martin go inside.

"Ah shit! Failed to record them. The time of the cave must go into the house too anyway, which way is it?" confused Arif while scratching his head even though it does not feel itchy.

What exactly does Martin want to talk to Yaya about?

Seriate...