YOUNG DETECTIVE
Promo event of Household Race
As Author says yes brother readers all, Author is typical write for a race event only. Except as of yesterday I'm Not a Cruel Antagonist is a mission novel. However, the mission failed. Deleted by editor. Later it will be taken the race in the August period. This time I want to write a household event first. Come on over, brother?
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"W-what's this? Se-se-trong flavor pome grenade."
My hand shook, finding a plastic, black-colored package branded 'Setrong.'
Even though I'm just a stupid girl who has just felt the feeling of living a few months in the city, but I know that this thing is called kon*dom. I also know this thing is a pregnancy-preventing device that people say contra*ception.
But why does he have this thing? This thing is empty too. This indicates that the contents have been used by the owner. Tears, falling without a chance. My body trembled trying to guess why the con*dom pack could be in his pants pocket.
"Come with Ibuk!"
I picked up the little girl who was playing in the basin. This one-and-a-half-year-old girl we named Elena.
"Hek .. hek ... hek ...." She immediately cried as I lifted her from the water container where she was playing.
My legs feel heavy, my body vibration feels great. One of my hands was holding onto the container of the contra-*ception tool I found in the bag of Bang Alan's pants, my husband. Slowly, I set foot into the room.
The closer to the room, Bang Alan's snoring sound became clearer. The sound of snoring was exactly like the snoring of my father who was in the hamlet. It's very strange, isn't it? A 21-year-old man sleeps snoring?
These footsteps, getting closer to the husband who he said was tired of coming home from work at dawn. All this time I've never had a problem with whatever work is done at night. For me, the important thing is that he can bring me money, whatever it is.
He just said work at an *night club. He just got the job three months ago. While we and our family have decided to move from the hamlet to live in the city since six months ago.
If my neighbor says, I'm an early marriage offender. There were a lot of bad assumptions I heard about my marriage at school age.
However, not a few also feel concerned about my young condition, working the ridge to meet the needs of our small family.
They thought I was pregnant out of wedlock, so I had to drop out of school and get married at a young age. But that's not true at all. I got married officially and legitimately, without any frills leaking first.
I looked back at the mirror that showed how bad I looked right now. My body looks very thin, my skin is dry scaly, and my face looks very dull. In fact, when I was in high school in Junior High, I was known as a beautiful girl, like a village flower.
My head is spinning ninety degrees. This time I saw Bang Alan, my husband was sleeping soundly with a loud snoring. It was completely inversely proportional to me.
He looked handsome, and increasingly looked mighty. However, since working at the nightclub, which forced me to let him work at night, he never touched me again. He works nights, of course during the day he spends time sleeping. Even to help me babysit Elena, she didn't want to.
Hahah, funny isn't it? It's been three months Bang Alan has not let go of his has*ratnya to me. I looked back at the *dom con package I had in my hand. Is it because of this, she never touched me again?
So, he's playing behind my back? My tears are back in my arms. My lips are cuddly, unable to call and wake him.
"Hek .. hek ... hek ..."
Elena cried again, remembering the fun of playing the water earlier I had snatched. The volume of his cries the more time became higher. My heart was torn with all sorts of guesses staring at Bang Alan with tears on my cheeks.
Bang Alan looks to be moving. Slowly, his eyes opened and sat looking at me. His face looked astonished, rubbing one eye. He clapped his hands trying to persuade Elena. My son stopped crying to see the father comforting him.
"Sir, why are you standing there?"