LAMHA AND MR. EL
Blind Jealous

"Mas El?" lamha asked in disbelief, why did her husband happen to be here?

"This is my return to your son" said Ustadz Sulaiman. Lamha who hastily received baby A accidentally touched hands with ustadz Sulaiman because baby A almost fell, and the sight, when they accidentally touched hands was clearly seen by Mr. El.

"Bad!"

Bugs!

A raw bogem slid down on Sulaiman's ustadz's cheek until he fell.

"Don't you dare touch my wife!" sentak mr. El. While Lamha who beniat help ustadz Sulaiman who fell down was even pulled by Mr. El to join his car.

"Lake in!" joked Mr. El who saw Lamha was silent did not want to enter his car.

"But Lamha is here with the driver" Lamha said.

"I said come in!!" mister El snapped with a thunderous voice indicating that he was in a big rage. Lamha hurriedly got into the car, not wanting any commotion and making her husband grow angry. Along the way, Mr. El was silent. He drove his car at full speed making Lamha continue to be privileged because the speed of the car is too fast.

A few minutes later, they reached Graham's residence. Mr. El drags Lamha by force and takes her upstairs to their room, but before that Mr. El hands baby A to the other nannies.

Braak!!!

Mr. El closed the door of his room tightly.

Bugh!

Then throw Lamha's body on the bed. The frightened Lamha saw the glare of anger from Mr. El's eyes chose to retreat to the edge of the mattress and held both knees tightly.

"Why? you're afraid of me!" said Mr. El who was still in a high tone. Lamha did not answer. He just kept silent not daring to look towards master El.

"Java!!!!" snapped by Mr. El to make Lamha surprised because the voice of Mr. El was thunderous and sounded scary.

"Why are you mad at me? what's my fault?" ask Lamha quietly.

"You're still asking what's your mistake huh!!?" said Mr. El.

"I really don't know sir, what was my fault?" tanya Lamha ventured.

"Curtain! you hypocrite!! pretend to be stupid and not know!" said Mr. El. Lamha thought hard, it seems like Mr. El is angry because baby A is in a stranger's cradle.

"That was, I had not accidentally met with Ustadz Sulaiman there, then I had trouble shopping and ustadz Sulaiman offered his help. So I..."

"Don't lie! you must have made a deal with that son of a bitch! you use baby A for your shield to perform the motions, so that the person who sees you does not suspect and looks like a happy family!" accuse mr. El.

"That's not true sir, I..."

"Basic cheesy! a hypocrite! I'm disgusted by an unfaithful woman like you! you take cover behind your robe and veil to cover up your rot! it's gross!" despise lord El!

"Enough sir! you've gone too far to slander me!" point Lamha in the face of Mr. El, now his eyes dare to look at the man who had lowered his pride.

"I'm not that low! I told you, we just accidentally met! after all, he's not a jerk like you!" said Lamha who increasingly ignited the emotions of Mr. El who was filled with blind jealousy. Yes, actually, Mr. El was just jealous, but his jealousy even burned himself.

"Then what is the name of the man who dared to touch a married woman!! huh!! answer!!!" said Mr. El.

"It was unintentional! not intentionally! just touching hands does not mean you have the right to accuse things! say we are hypocrites, but you are hypocrites! you're the jerk yourself! in front of my eyes, I saw you and the woman hugging! and I don't know what else you're doing behind my back! you are definitely more disgusting!! at the end of my time, you are nothing compared to ustadz Sulaiman!" lamha said with reddened eyes. Her tears have been seeping since. Spilled everywhere so hard.

"Ohh.. So, keep! praise the other man in front of me! compare me to that bastard!! it's the basis of your ungodly wife!!" said Mr. El pointing at Lamha's face.

"Then what should I do when my own husband accuses me of adultery with another man. What should I do when slandered and denigrated in such a way? what should I do when... hiks... when my heart continues to be hurt by the painful words that come out of your mouth? what else do I have to do to get you to return my feelings? i.. hyks..." Lamha paused for a moment, then resumed her speech with a trembling voice.

"I'm tired, Mr. El, I have a heart. I'm not the doll you can always play with. I also want to live happily. I also want to be loved and loved. Please. please if you can't make me happy, at least don't hurt me.. hu..." Lamha took out everything in her heart. Her crying broke and was unstoppable again. Lamha felt tired of the changeable attitude of Lord El. Sometimes good, sometimes soft, sometimes sweet, but not infrequently also hurt his feelings so deep.

Lamha sat on the floor. He cried bitterly, crying with a hiccup because he could not hold everything alone. It felt like the weight was too heavy, his heart was not as hard as steel. His heart can be weak and give up when hit by a storm continuously.

"Lamha.." Mr. El felt the same pain seeing Lamha crying until it was like that. He finally realized his mistake. This time he's gone too far.

"Lamha.." said Mr. El with glazed eyes. He tried to touch Lamha's shoulder which was shaking from crying.

"I'm sorry.." Mr. El took Lamha into his arms. Can't! she couldn't see Lamha crying like this. He was not strong at seeing this pitiful sight, his heart was slashed as well.

Lamha herself was still crying and holding onto her chest which felt tight due to the deep heartache.

"I'm sorry Lamha, don't cry. Don'tdon't... I'm sorry, I was carried away by emotions." said Mr. El who kept stroking Lamha's head. Lamha did not budge and still continued her crying. But behind it all, his heart warmed as Mr. El stroked his head gently and leaned against the man's field. The typical masculine scent of Mr. El that went into his kiss made Lamha feel calm and comfortable.

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Terrible yuah jealousy the scales. Ojo amnesia please. Othor kita plywood update loh..!