
...My night is covered with grief. When I opened my eyes in the morning, I smiled as sweet as honey. Yesterday I passed, today I'm walking. And tomorrow?...
...*****...
Men whose hair has been bleached with wrinkled skin. Looking at an old portrait of himself with the love that God took from his hands. The fingers whose skin is no longer tight, caressing a beautiful and earthy look from behind the glass. Unstoppable divorce, dripping wet the white frame that is now starting to shabby.
"I miss you Lesham...."
"Why did God bring you home sooner...?"
"I'm lonely in this world, everything has changed not as beautiful as it used to be."
Richard embraced his photo together with his late first wife, who had already given him many wonderful and deep memories. For him Lesham can not be replaced by anyone.
When remembering the romance of old memories, Richard remembered the words of Rona that disturbed the mind. He contacted a confidant to find out about his second wife.
Richard
Please save my wife
I wait for the report 1x24 hours
Yyy
Ready sir!
Richard
Pay you I transfer now!
Yyy
Thank you, Mr Richard!
"Let's see, my wrong son-in-law or my wife who has betrayed me! If Rona's right, it means I've been keeping 'pinched dogs' all this time!"
"Papa... What are you doing, dark in the barn?" Amber, who was following her husband, said spoiledly. He deliberately teased Richard like his habit used to tease striped-nose men.
"I'm looking for stuff I lost from my room. I thought it was in the barn, but nothing!" Richard brushed Amber's hand off her chest.
"What did Papa find, let me help you find him!" Amber sniffed her breath tickled the soul of Richard's maleness that had long been hidden.
"A-I'm looking for an old wall clock. Let me put it again," said Richard, who didn't want Amber to know she still had a picture of Lesham.
"Oh, what do I think I'm looking for." Amber pushed Richard to the door, then brushed off her husband's. He wanted Richard to forget what he had heard earlier from his daughter-in-law's mouth by making her helpless.
Which cat will withstand when treated to a fish, even though the fish is not fresh and dredged with green flies. Richard finally gave up, letting Amber satisfy him. The most important thing right now is that his brain is still safe and sane.
Amber took a sip of Richard's and gulped down the liquid to quench the thirst of sek-s she hadn't had in a long time. Since Nath was in prison, he had to satisfy himself.
"It's still delicious as it turns out," continued Amber closed the back zipper of her husband's pants. He smiled with satisfaction at Richard who was overwhelmed by his actions. Although his age is no longer young, but the charm of Richard is still very tempting in the eyes of Amber.
"Pa... I will satisfy Papa.. I ask for money dong!" pinta Amber raised her hand.
"I've already given you a credit card, Amber. Why ask for more money?" richard asked suspiciously.
"Em. I'm in need of cash, Pa. Not much really, I ask for 1 million dollars only," replied Amber lightly. "I want to send money to my brother who wants surgery."
Richard nodded. "Well, I'll give you a check, you'll cash the money yourself in the bank!" Richard turned his back and walked out of the barn, followed by Amber who was smiling cheerfully.
...***...
"Darling. I prepared the food you ordered. Shrimp Spicy Barbeque equals Lemon Pie!"
Edward just got out of his sleep and ate the food that Rona brought without drinking or washing his face. His mouth was furrowed due to the spicy taste with sweat drenching the face.
"It's so delicious, dear." said Edward who swallowed all the food as without chewing.
"What are you starving for?" Rona stared in wonder as she swallowed the saliva many times. His saliva was sour to see Edward devour Lemon Pie which he thought was very sour.
Huekkk...
"Ah...my stomach is really not good!" Edward held the wall of the sink to hold his body. Rona pulled the dried tissue and wiped the vomit remnants on Edward's lips.
"I bought a nausea reliever ya.." bargained Rona. Edward just nodded weakly. Then back to lying on the bed.
Rona used her coat and grabbed the car keys hanging on the wall. Then he went down the stairs carefully because his own body was not okay.
"Where is my dear brother-in-law going?" Roland blocked Rona's path.
"You go to the pharmacy" replied Rona short.
"I'm taking ya? It seems like Brother-in-law is being unwell." Roland approached Rona and clasped both shoulders. Rona moved her shoulders, letting go of Roland's hand.
"Are you happy that I'm in trouble, Roland?" Rona. "For you, Leona hates me!" Rona quickly left from before Roland, she did not want Leona to get even more wrathful and misunderstood.
"I'm sorry Rona.." said Roland.
Leona watched her husband from upstairs. Snarling with clenched hands. He felt jealous because Roland paid more attention to Rona than his own wife.
"I have to how to get your heart? I'm tired of being a good person. I'm honestly tormented by my current attitude, but this is all because of you, brother...."
...***...
"Excuse me Miss, how can I help you?" ask a pharmacy worker.
"I need a stomach remedy and a test pack...."
"Well, wait a minute, Miss."
Rona nodded then landed her body on an empty bench. He pulled his phone out of his coat pocket and opened his email and social media accounts. Many are looking for it because it has not been seen in the Hospital for several days.
"Doctor Rona.." greet someone. Rona turned her head and smiled warmly.
"Doctor Brandon!" Rona stood up and served as his colleague.
"How have you been, we haven't seen each other in a long time?!" Brandon took off his hand. "I heard Doctor Rona, resigned. Really true?"
Rona nodded as she invited Brandon to sit next to her. "Yes, Doc. I resigned."
Brandon is a sign of understanding. "Hopefully get another job soon, Doc." Brandon was silent for a moment. "It just so happens that we meet here, there's something I want to say."
Rona frowned. "What is Doc?"
Brandon pulled out his phone and showed a picture of someone. "It's your best friend, right?"
Rona nodded. "Yes, this is my best friend Nath. What's the matter?" ask Rona curiously. His feeling was suddenly uneasy, seeing Brandon's expression turning grim.
"He's my patient. He's in jail right now, right?" Brandon kept his phone back and turned to Rona at a glance.
"Yes, he's in custody. Then what happened to her?" ask Rona worried.
Brandon held the saliva, his throat felt dry. "He has an oiler—"
"Miss Rona, the cure is ready" said the pharmacist. Rona stood up and left Brandon unfinished to speak.
...***...
...Forgive sunday many events, new Up hours this 🙈...
...Thank you to everyone who is loyal to my novel....
...Greetings dear,...
...Merona Dusk...