The Story of an Injured Wife
Shock Therapy For Fucking Pelakor

Miho looked around, there were indeed many cars, so he could not know who had thrown the rotten egg, unless Miho checked one by one the cars belonging to the apartment residents here.

Miho checks one by one behind the car, wanting to find the culprit. If I meet him he will immediately beat. Already six cars Miho check, suddenly rotten tomatoes come. Right about his face. Now her pretty face is as straw as rotten tomatoes.

"Argh! Goddamnit! Exit you! Don't be a coward! Face me if you have the guts!" miho shouted while cleaning up the stain.

Suddenly, Miho sees a young mother coming. He was walking towards his car while eating a tomato.

"Surely he did!"

Without further ado Miho walked quickly towards the mother. Miho pulled out her hand and slapped her face.

"PLAAAAC!"

The mothers were shocked because they suddenly immediately got a slap from a woman he did not know.

"What the fuck? Why did you slap me? What's my fault?" ask the mothers in wonder.

"God, don't bacot a lot! You're the one who threw a rotten tomato in my face just now!"

The young mother did not understand what Miho said, because she never bothered Miho at all.

"From the outside you look graceful. You're a career woman, right? But your behavior is nothing more than a woman who likes to be bad and looks classy. I'm sorry I'm busy, I don't want to waste time just bothering other people." replied the mother and got in her car.

"Heh but you're holding a tomato again! Who else if not you!" miho shouted while banging on the car door. The mother drove the car quickly until Miho who was holding the car door was slightly dragged and fell on the floor.

"ah! You crazy mothers! Wait for my revenge!" miho shouted in the middle of the parking lot.

Suddenly after being hit by a tomato and rotten egg, now Miho was hit by a round paper throw after being squeezed.

"Who the hell!"

Miho took the paper and opened the contents. It turned out that there was a cockroach crawling out of the paper circle.

"Let'soo!" scream Miho panicked.

The cockroach went into Miho's shirt. Miho was getting panicked and feeling amused. Miho tries to pick up the roaming cockroach in her clothes, then gets it and throws it in any direction.

"What a crazy person who terrorized me this morning! Who the hell is he? Am I not being terrorized by a psychopath anymore?" miho Inner asked.

There was writing in that circle of paper. Miho then read it. It was a clue about who the perpetrator who terrorized Miho this morning.

"I'm on the side of the hurt wife." Miho read the writing.

He had guessed. It must have something to do with the scandal of his affair with Damar. After that, Miho returned to his apartment, to change clothes and resume his activities to the office.

***

On the other hand, at Sera's mother's house, Yaya was enjoying warm green tea in front of the house. While inhaling the fresh scent of air in the morning, Yaya saw butterflies flying around the flowers. Yaya smiled with relief. At least this morning he felt more comfortable than last night.

Yaya also did not turn on his phone at all. Yaya does not want to be disturbed and surely Damar will look for him.

You've scratched the wound in my heart.

You also broke the twig of my life.

The biggest regret I have ever experienced is marrying someone like you.

Now this wound, I don't know when it will heal.

My mother came to me. He hugged me right away.

"Sorry mom if all this time, you can't be the mom you want. Mama's barbaric nature is still difficult for mama to eliminate. This trait has been ingrained since my mother was a child. My mom is an ex-thug. Lucky you went down from your father. The strong and patient. Hopefully in the future, mama and you will be even better." mama said.

I nodded while smiling. Tears flowed again in my face. I don't know how many liters of tears I let out since I found out that Damar betrayed me.

***

Inside the bar, Damar awoke from his stupor, in a wine-scented room. He was still inside the bar and beside him was no one.

"I was over drinking last night" said Damar as he held his stomach that felt nauseous.

The nausea he felt the effects of most drunkenness last night. Damar ran to the toilet to vomit. After that he went home. Arriving at home, Damar inhaled the aroma of cooking that just smelled good.

"Surely Yaya is making me breakfast. I want to reconcile with him after last night I slapped him in the face and hurt his heart. Yaya, wife?" call Damar.

It turned out that what Damar saw in the kitchen was Elma who was busy cooking fried rice. Because the taste of Elma cuisine is still lacking, Damar suddenly so no appetite for breakfast.

"Eh Mr Damar is home, let's have breakfast sir? I was making Mr. Damar fried rice." said Elma while walking in front of Damar.

Looks like Elma seems to like Damar. Seen from his eyes.

"No, I'm still full. I want to take a shower, it's work. Where is my wife?"

"Mrs Yaya left last night, or where. Looks like he's going long, sir. He's got a suitcase."

Allegedly, surely Yaya will leave after getting physical violence last night. And predictably, Yaya must have gone home to her mother. After bathing, Damar will go there, forcing Yaya to come back here.

***

Miho got off the luxury car. Now he dares to come to the office blatantly using the luxury vehicle Damar purchase. After all, everyone also knew that he was an affair Damar. Why cover up again.

Arriving at the office, Miho now wears a black blue suit. Miho stepped in front of the office and she was immediately confronted by another female employee who hated her.

"What do you want to do anyway? Want to judge me? My business is the same with Damar and his wife, not with you! Mending you take care of each of you! You think you feel better than me?" miho said annoyed.

"Not that, but at least we're not actors like you. And behind us is someone who's willing to give you shock therapy this morning!" answer one of them.

Looks like someone is hiding behind Miho's group of girlfriends. Who her? Miho rushed to check behind them and it turned out, she was...

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