LAMHA AND MR. EL
The Strange Attitude of Lamha

"Who is that woman?" ask the middle-aged man called daddy by Nickholas.

"He, the tool to avenge me on El Dad" Nickholas said.

"Remember Nick, you promised to marry Katty, lest you renege on that" the middle-aged man said.

"I'll marry Katty if my revenge is avenged and see El destroyed to the brink of destruction" Nickholas replied.

"Why don't you just let her live, make her a living!" said the old man.

"It's not that easy, Dad" Nickholas said.

"What's your next plan then? what wiped out the girl?" ask the old man.

"No, there's no way I'm killing an innocent man, I just want to separate the girl from El's wife's family, so El is blamed and..."

"What if your plan fails?" ask the old man.

"I'm sure I won't fail, because I've been acting this far" Nickholas said.

"Alright, I'll give you two months to settle your past grudges. After that, I'll wait for a good wedding date from you" the man said.

"Two months? but it's too fast Dad" said Nickholas.

"Yes or nothing?" asked the old man with his sharp eyes.

"Okay, two months I'm gonna finish it all," Nickholas broke up.

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"Mas, don't be whizzing!" lamha said while staying away from Mr. El.

"Well, why baby?" asked Mr. El confused.

"Mas El stinks!" lamha ketus.

"But I just finished taking a shower" said Mr. El while kissing his armpits and his surroundings.

"But Mas El stinks, don't whiff around!" lamha said while shuddering in disdain.

"Yes, I've taken another bath" said Mr. El with an annoyed face. He went back into the bathroom and washed his body again, with all his strength in cleaning every part of his body until it was completely slim. After feeling enough, Mr. El went back to see Lamha.

"Where? it smells good, right?" tanyakanya.

"Huueeekk!!" Lamha was nauseous and rushed into the bathroom. Mr. El was getting more astonished. He who was worried went straight into the bathroom.

"Don't come any closer!" lamha said to hold Mr. El back from approaching her.

"But..."

"What?!! smell of car farts?" ask Mr. El.

"Yes, the smell of AC farts that like to make vomiting during long trips," said Lamha.

"But..."

"Udah Mas El go first, Lamha males see the face of Mas El, ugly like a scarecrow," again Lamha insulted her husband. Indeed in his heart he felt very sinful, but somehow he wanted to insult and stay away from Mr. El. Like there is a general sense of vengeance that wants to be ventured. Lamha was confused as to why she became like this? why did his feelings suddenly change, such as hate and dislike for Mr. El.

"What the hell are you saying Lamha, what am I wrong?" asked Mr. El for an explanation.

"I don't know, anyway Mas El left here as soon as possible. Lamha did not want to see Mas El's face" Lamha said.

"But Baby..." El did not continue his speech when he got a sharp plot from Lamha. Finally he relented and came out of his room with a feeling of annoyance.

He approached Grace's mother and Asih's mother who were chatting in the back garden.

"Ma, ma'am," said Mr. El.

"What's the matter, honey?" ask Grace's mom. Mama Grace could guess if her son was having problems, judging from the appearance of his disheveled face.

"Lamha Ma, she's weird," beat Mr. El.

"Any? what's with Lamha Darling?" mama Grace asked worried as well as Asih's mother who seemed to be waiting for her daughter-in-law's answer.

"Masa Lamha did not want to get close to El, he also said El stinks, El ugly like.. ck!" mr. El clucked in annoyance.

"The worse is that he doesn't want to get close to El" he continued. Ma Asih and Mama Grace looked at each other.

"What happened? are you guys fighting?" ask Grace's mom.

"Have you hurt your son again?" bu Asih chimed in, just be careful if El hurts Lamha, boilers and charred pans waiting.

"No, not at all. Last night we were even still making love as usual. But somehow he became like that" said Mr. El explained.

"Mama don't believe it, you must have done it, right? lamha is like that" said Grace's mother. Mr. El just shook his head.

"Yes, come on, Ms. Besan, let's ask Lamha," asked Mama Grace to Asih's mother.

"Yes Bu Grace should we ask Lamha, just" said Asih who now stared intently at her daughter-in-law.

Mr. El took a deep breath, had wanted to complain and get sympathy from his mother and mother-in-law, uh even sprayed and accused of nothing. The feeling is more chaotic at this time, not getting a solution even more add to the problem. Eventually he decided to play the piano alone, a hobby he hadn't played in a long time.