MARRYING DOWN THE BED?
38. News Rian is Sick

The sound was heard not only 1x so I could be more sure where it came from. A kind of sound from the impact or hit something and it hit on the bedroom door. Behind it.

Something is clearly wrong at home. Evita rampaging? Destroying something in the room?

It is good that the power of CCTV sound capture in our house is good enough that the sound of hitting behind the door leaf, like the sound of the voice earlier, can be caught by it.

Until the next few dozen seconds there was still no change in the situation in the dining room. Still dark and lonely. Strange sounds are no longer heard but now change the new scenery under the bedroom door, the liquid water seeps under the door leaf and floor surface.

That's what he looks like the source of the sound. Evita smashed a fairly full bottle of Tequila into the door or wall and maybe both bottles at once because of the spillage of liquid then increasingly pooled.

I don't think I have any other choice. Just home? But...

Not that I'm afraid to go home. I was just.maybe waiting for Evita to call me first. Or maybe give me a few more moments to go home.

All right, I'm scared to go home. I was afraid of the possibility of Evita immediately asking for separation once I appeared before her.

I had just thought of this as soon as I heard the loud impact sound earlier, before not a speck of thought about this had ever crossed my mind.

What if my wife besides getting angry, reported me to the authorities, and then filed for divorce with me? Not willing to compromise because maybe worry I will repeat my actions again, the next day if we keep living together?

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"Evita?"

While opening the bedroom door wider and stepping over the scuffles of Tequila, I entered the room, finding a sight I could have expected.

Glass shards from Tequila bottles, a stretch of dozens of flower strands unraveled from the bouquet, antique cosmetic boxes made of teak wood as big as a shoe box, and, which has been broken on the cover so that the stuffing in the form of bottles or cosmetic tubes etc scattered in no direction. All scattered near the doorway in the room.

Another sad victim is HP Evita, lying in two near the foot of the bed.

Looks chaotic but Evita himself does not seem to exist. I immediately thought of the children's room then step over there. The children's room door was locked from the inside. And as long as the children are not here, their room is never locked.

"With..." Slowly I knocked on the door leaf, "Darling, are you okay? You're inside?"

All right, Hari? Just be right. Your wife may be stressed now due to your genius, armed with the soul of your lawyer who likes to analyze and always wants to know it.

Because there is no truth, I knock again. Any more... Then again...Then again...

Evita I made you cry. 1x. Have ever been to me. Emotionally angry, just this time. It is impossible to be angry who is still affected by alcohol. And apparently when he was angry, he did not hesitate to make a mess as well as in the bedroom earlier.

Valuable knowledge for me.

Contrary to the deceased who was even the most annoyed to see people venting anger while slamming things in hand----

Stopit! there, Pratama Day. Do not get used to comparing.

"Evita, if you can hear me, if you're not sleeping, we should talk now-"

And the jolt of the door opened from the inside startled me to the reflex I pulled my face back, one step back from near the threshold...Evita appeared shining sharp eyes. Exactly caught by me inflamed, but as if making a depressed impression just air his emotions.

"I-I don't want to talk about anything... Brother is just as disgusting!"

Brak!

Oh my God, he looks like that and talking like that is still able to make my heart melted...

"I'm sorry, Evita," I apologized quickly, saying it sincerely and honestly after coming forward again and looking at the door leaf, "I'm wrong..."

It was also caught sight of me face inflamed anger Evita dry from tears. Thank goodness she didn't cry. So I can confidently voice my words this next,

"I admit wrong. But I won't regret it." On what I've done. All the. No, I'm sure I won't regret it one bit, "Because I love it... Make love to you."

Instantly in my chest rippled and warmed.My own words made a spoonful at the sight of my eyes.

Let it be called having no feelings, I really like making love with Evita. Even to have the opportunity to feel the orga*me and then reach kli*aks by shedding it in him, I do not know how else to detail his happiness.

The melodramatic atmosphere of my feelings suddenly split by the HP ringtone, from inside the back pocket of this jeans, following the shakes that sounded forced to ask for a response immediately...

Mother-in-law.

"Yes mom?"

'son har, where are you?'

"Home, mom. Why, mom?"

'aduh, I don't mean to bother you, naak. but rian is sick again. After we went swimming a lot yesterday, suddenly he came home with heat, fever and flu. it's mom and dad are going to take him for treatment.'

O God's...

I was immediately overwhelmed with anxiety and a little panic,

"How bad, ma'am, how bad is it? Ohhh...Okay-okay, understand. Yes, I will be there soon. Yes, we both. Da...We'll be ready. Please mom, please watch and take good care of Rian...Yes, thank you. I should be thanking you..."

If you have got a problem with Rian's health condition like this, my instinct will automatically cut off all other affairs that I am facing before my eyes.

But Evita...

It is not surprising that my wife heard my words just now by presenting a face on the door that she opened just a little, peeking at me in a style that she certainly did not intentionally show childish. I put a confused look at him. He must have heard the contents of my communication just now with the mother through my ON speaker earlier.

"I-i..." I stammered as soon as Evita finally gave herself up completely by standing tightly against the door leaf. Stuttered because I was stunned for a moment to see the dilemma expression on Evita's face; between still angry at me, still upset, still grudge frantically maybe, want him not to first meet me but he was just as anxious in looking at me.

"I'm coming along." Briefly, but millions of times I am grateful for what he said.

"Ehm..." I don't know why I'm gonna have to cheat like this, "Alright, get ready. And about..."

"Stop!" One hand immediately raised from Evita to the side of my face made me stop saying my sentence: 'about what happened, please keep you secret in front of them...' , "I don't want to talk about anything other than Rian."

Olala...

"OKAY. Go prepare. I'm gonna take a shower first."

Want to take a shower first? Why did this sentence suddenly sound so sensitive in my ears? Plus Evita snorted as if to respond.

Ach...