FORCED TO BE TARNISHED
A Request That Wounded

Chapter 2

(PoV Gun)

"What the fuck are you!" Gun was furious with his wife for dousing used water mopping the floor.

Vhivie's clothes wet the bathtub in the pool that the water butek. Damn the fate of Vhivie today. Never before has he got this way. He put the bag on the floor and opened the high heels.

"Bad! Women don't know themselves!" angry with Vhivie and trying to smash his shoes into Ocha's body. However, Gun manages to fend off the blow towards his wife.

The restaurant's security, too, is trying to break up and calm down. The woman, who claims to be the girl, still wants to physically hurt Gun's wife. Gun, instead of taking his wife, left with the hand of the woman he called a client.

How hurt Ocha felt as an unregarded wife. Like a sharp dagger piercing the heart, also hit by the waves and a big storm hit his body. The world seems to collapse. Indeed, this is not the first for Ocha. But this time it was really too. Her tears flowed without a sound of crying.

***

Ocha had intended not to go to work. Yesterday's incident was able to make his spirit disappear instantly. Head dizziness, body also limp. How not, the energy spent when facing a husband and woman is enough to take time and energy.

"Where are you, Ren? How come you just got home?" ask Ocha to her daughter who has only been home since yesterday afternoon.

"Diagn, Mi. Sama temen's. Huh, ah. I was so sleepy, so tired," complained Reren, while tying back his disheveled hair.

"Regularly? So you've been coming home like this all along? Just text your life!"

"Au ah." Reren leaves behind the woman he calls his mother.

"Cool! Answer!"

Reren did not speak of his mother. He climbed the stairs and headed for the room. Then the sound of the door being thrown. Ocha was shocked by his daughter's behavior. All this time he didn't know what his son was doing out there. Even with his little boy. Always go home with a bad taste and the smell of alcohol.

Gun never paid any attention to his two children. For him, when he is an adult, he must be able to take care of himself. So, it no longer needs to be organized or directed like a child. Most important, schooled and given money as needed. Cars are also provided to easily go anywhere without disturbing the activities of both parents by borrowing a car. Gun and Ocha don't want to if the trip is blocked.

"Mommy! Laper, here!" rhico shouted from upstairs and sat down on the stairs.

"Yes, eat. There's a Bi Tum who prepares breakfast.".

"Ambiline, uh! I'm males down!" tell it. He scratched his head that was shuffled like a street child.

"Can't you, uh, polite talk?"

"Aah!" Rhico returned to the top with a stomp of his feet.

Ocha, as a mother, always ignored her concern for family. It was all because of her husband not caring about her. Their families are on the verge of destruction. By giving them the money and what they need, it feels like enough.

"Mom, called father in the middle room."

Ocha went straight to the place mentioned by Bi Tum. Lazy actually want to obey, but there may be important things to know.

"What's up, anyway?"

"Sit down, dong. Can't relax what?"

"Ah, I'm going inside. Tu de points," urged Ocha.

"From now on, never again interfere with my clients. Whoever is with me, ignore it. It's for the sake of our household." Gun asks Ocha to try to comfortably see her husband with another woman.

"Are you not sane anymore?"

"It's not about being sane or not sane. It's about freedom. Wh-wh-what for? Yeah, to keep everything."

"Freedom? Is it never free? Listen, yes, Mas. Ever since we got married, I've never banned Mas from being close to anyone. Including other women. As long as it's not in plain sight."

"Just the same. From now on, when we meet anywhere. Keep the harmony of our family. Anyway, I guess, we don't have to trust each other anymore. We take each other's path, even though we're still married."

"Listen, yes, Mas. It's better to be apart than to see hell in front of me." Ocha asked to be divorced.

"No, lenggaaak! Divorce between us will never happen. Until whenever! Right now, I want to live my own way. Please give me Cha's freedom," Gun begged Ocha, his wife of twenty-six years.

"So, Mas asked me to do dirty like, Mas. Haaa?!" Ocha dropped herself onto the city's most expensive sofa. "Yes, Allah. Why do I have to be the victim who, fight .. can go crazy because of this."

Ocha still silently thought about her husband's plea. He looked at their wedding pictures. Occasionally remember the time of making out and giving each other an oath before the agreement occurs. However, the vows have been on eating age and time. There is no such thing as pure and pure love.

"Darling, I hope never to grieve Mas. Love and self belong only to you. Believe me, my life and death are for you. Love you not because of money and possessions. But to repay Mas's love with words and good deeds to be the perfect wife." The sentence is still ringing when still in the courtship period. It's exquisite.

Unfortunately, all of that is just a mere expression. There is no such thing as perfection, even though marriage has taken place between them. Reren and Rhico are also victims of their parents' dispute.

***

"Mom Ocha, we're sitting there, yuk." Secretary Ocha takes him to the cafe's middle table.

"What if we-"

"Here you go, Mom. Don't go there." The secretary cuts off his boss's words while pulling on the arm with a slight force.

"I want it there," pinta Ocha. Just turning around was prevented by his confidant. Ocha feels set.

"Ish, why are you, anyway, banning me there?"

The girl put her ring finger to her lips in order to no longer speak.

"Sa-" Ocha stopped her speech after what she saw as she looked turned around.

"Bu .. plis don't be mad."

Without responding to the secretary's remarks, Ocha led to a table slightly hidden behind a large pole of cafe props. Not wanting to think long, Ocha took a glass of water and threw it at the woman who made her wrath.

Byurs!

"Ouch! What the fuck? my clothes are wet. What's the problem with me!" angry at the woman with a snarl.

"I have a problem? Oi! You're the one who got the problem with me. Scream!" Ocha's anger is mounting.

"Cha, I can't, I appreciate you!"

"I appreciate how that means? By giving freedom to another woman? Or am I free to watch her husband make out with another woman? Ha-ha-ha, yes, yes. Is that how you appreciate? So, I can't do what I want to see this?"

"What do you mean, Mother?" The woman did not understand Ocha's explanation.

"I'm his is-tri! Understand!"

"Lho, you said that your wife has moved out of the country. They divorced a year ago. This is?" reveal the woman.

"Divorce? We're divorced, are we? Is Mas crazy! Haaa?!" Ocha Refutation.

"Bu-not that I mean. Ee, anu, ki-we're still, uh, not divorced, really." Gun looked nervous. All eyes were on him.

"Basic crocodile! Old but no pride! What I want to be. His wife is a widower. Old man doesn't know shame!" denounce the woman.

"Wait on! Hey!" call Gun to his new girlfriend.

"I won't let you continue to humiliate me! Just see what's in return for you" Gun threatened his wife.

"O ... ho .. okay. I accept your offer to reply, Mas. Just please. I'll wait till anytime."

"It's actually my request. But it's hard for you to do. You filthy wife!"

Ocha left her husband and passed to their table again. His stomach was getting hungry because he had been nagging long. His secretary seemed to tremble at the scene. He deliberately prevents Ocha from looking towards Gun and the woman. There is even an inner contact stating that there is a worst scene.

After finishing eating, Ocha and her secretary went home. When he got into the car, he felt that there was a strange change in the car. Like slanting next to. When examined, it turns out that the two tires on the left deflated.

Someone has done this. Yes, this is an element of intent.

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