Bitter Tongue In-Law
63. All Men Are the Same
"Cashel Don't listen to Om Bian!"
Nuna who had been standing in front of Cashel's room immediately opened the door when Cashel asked about the wedding.
Bian just clucked resentfully at seeing Nuna again slowing down their relationship to be official soon.
"Well, did you eat it? Now that we take the medicine first, you need to rest. Tomorrow says your doctor can go home?"
A happy face was printed on Cashel's face when he heard that he was allowed to go home tomorrow and return to his usual activities. He missed his friends and school.
Bian already memorized, he would soon get a scolding from the woman. Finally he chose to cover leaving the room and sat in front of Cashel's room while playing his phone with dignity. Seeing the many women and sisters who are still passing by makes him want to be tempted by one of them, or maybe seek attention. He wanted to see how Nuna responded. Why not think about it before? How thought.
Not long after, Nuna opened the door of the room. He had already put on a face ready to give the man a long scolding.
"Bian, can't you not discuss marriage first in front of a child. He doesn't understand."
"When do you want to talk? When is our relationship not so clear? You I'm not going out with."
"Our age doesn't deserve to date, Bian."
"Yes, if not the wedding, the panties. Yes, let's get married. Mah people everywhere are beating women, it's me who shakes. Is there anything you doubt about me?"
"I'm still..."
Really a fitting situation. Bian's mind that had dizzy will test Nuna's jealousy can now be practiced after his phone rang long enough. A woman's name is listed that often supplies food for her restaurant. Even the woman named Lita was not only as a supplier, but also acted as an old friend who was quite beautiful and became a struggle in the era of her High School at that time.
"Well, what's wrong?"
"Huh? You're at my restaurant? Why didn't you say? Usually say first, yes I've been there, yes. It's I have a little business." Bian spoke loud enough that the sentences he spoke entered clearly without a hitch in Nuna's ears, with an occasional glance at the woman to see the response she gave.
"I went back to the restaurant first was okay, right? It's got my name Lita, old friend anyway, but it's pretty close too. He came to the restaurant saying something to talk about, something important."
"You don't give me permission, why do you answer that? If it's okay, too. We can meet next time."
"I have no right to forbid you from going there. If you want to go there, you have been there already pity them you have been waiting. I mean your close friend." Nuna emphasized the word close friend, and it really made Bian want to laugh out loud right then and there. This was just the beginning and Bian had already managed to make Nuna jealous. It was very visible on his face and also the way he spoke that the woman objected to Bian's meeting with Lita.
"You answered him not so good. Jealous you?"
"Don't ngaco, Bian. Why am I jealous? I'm leaving, pity me you waited a long time. As a woman, I know what it feels like to wait. It's gone."
Bian only responded by clenching his mouth to hold back a laugh. He brought his head closer to Nuna's head to give a kiss that in the last few days he often stole a kiss. The response given by Nuna will usually be ordinary or just a protest sentence that he heard, but this time getting a response that is not than usual. The woman quickly regressed her head and covered her forehead with her hands.
"For this time I will not allow you to steal kisses. There go!" Nuna stood up and entered Cashel's room. It looks like the boy is asleep. While Bian just laughed with the funny behavior of the woman.
Nuna walked in annoyance and sat herself in a rough sofa. He was very upset, he had not had time to finish his sentence and Bian instead left him to meet his friend. But that's not the only thing that pisses him off. Two words from Bian from really seizing his mind.
Whose close friend was that close to him? How's face? Why is it that when he has a close friend he also approaches him? At least some of those questions just popped into his head.
Who is not upset about being him? When he felt chased by the man, feeling privileged, united, but apparently he also had other close friends, even known for a long time. Anyone would be upset if they were in Nuna's position.
The night was not too late, it did not feel good if he slept earlier than usual. And finally while waiting sleepy, Nuna plays her phone by lying on the sofa. Tonight he was standing guard alone, because both his parents were on interest.
Some time surfing in cyberspace, Nuna widened her eyes as soon as she saw the post Bian had just uploaded. It appeared that the man was sitting next to a beautiful woman with long brown hair. The position of his body that was originally lying down has now been sitting firmly in just a few seconds.
"Is this what Lita's name is? What did he tell you about? Not only was she pretty, but she was beautiful," Nuna muttered softly as if she was powerless.
Nuna finally began to compare herself with others. The longer she is insecure with her own beauty. The face and body that he had originally craved and was proud of now seemed nothing compared to Lita.
His frustration grew when Bian did not upload enough of one photo, but three photos at once with the same position close together. The longer the more annoyed with the upload of the man made Nuna put her phone in the bag and back to lay herself down and did not forget she closed her eyes trying to sleep so that she could forget what she saw.
"Maybe she posted a photo of him being with another woman, but when he was with me he never did. Though the one who was invited to marry was me, which he said he was also serious about me, and he never posted a photo of me at all. The basis of all men is the same, by the way romantic pretentious, the treatment is pretentious, but the edges also give false hope. Basic Bian is brash, beware, I will never allow him to come to the house. Where I've baper again the same sweet treatment. You idiot!"
