Mr Trap. Coldhearted
Part 101s
“What time are you home?” Gerald again asked a question, instead of answering his wife. If Cathleen had asked him more often, this time it was the opposite.
“Perhaps half five in the afternoon just finished my work,” Cathleen replied. He felt strange if he was noticed like this. Perhaps it was because she was used to giving attention that she had not adapted to her husband's slowly changing nature. “Is there anything you need? Just say.”
“No, I just want to ask,” please Gerald. “I hung up, happy working.” He immediately pressed the red round button.
Cathleen stared at her own phone. “Why is Gerald so weird like this?” he muttered while putting the six point seven inch sail object onto the table.
Never mind, Cathleen didn't want to take a headache. “Maybe Gerald is confused what to do, he ‘kan unemployment.” The woman dressed in the work suit refocused her eyes on the monitor.
Time continued to roll and the clock came home at last. Cathleen did not directly pack her things. He completed the correction of the proposal for cooperation submission first, the responsibility if it is stopped even though it is a short stay.
Dodging a little from Cathleen's estimate, she finished work not half five exactly, but over ten minutes.
Cathleen immediately turned off the computer and packed things into the bag. He hurriedly came out because he had to shop weekly and did not want to get to the apartment too late.
The hallway of the company was already deserted as all the employees had returned to their respective residences on time.
Cathleen didn't seem afraid to be alone there, because she was used to it. And the elevator also arrived in the basement where it parked the car. Feet swung to head immediately to his four-wheeled vehicle.
But Cathleen's footsteps suddenly stopped when she saw a man leaning against her car. He rubbed his eyes to make sure that what he saw was a real person or event.
“Can't be it him.” Cathleen muttered as she was not yet sure of what filled her current vision.
To be more accurate, Cathleen was getting closer. There was only his car left.
“Why do you see me like that?”
The voice that Cathleen was very familiar with was piercing through the eardrum. Cathleen automatically rounded her eyes in disbelief. “Gerald? This is really you?”
“Yes, this is your husband, not a criminal or a ghost.” Gerald replied accompanied by a smile, not forgetting his hands ruffled the adorable hair of Cathleen.
“What did you come here for?” ask Cathleen while tidying up the hair that has been damaged by the husband.
“Fetch you.” Although it has warmed up, but still there is a moment Gerald replied briefly.
Cathleen opened her mouth and eyes. I could not believe her husband was doing this. “I brought my own car.”
“Instead you brought your own car, therefore I came here to pick you up.” Gerald put his hand to Cathleen's chest. “Where's your key? Let me drive, you'll hit the stop again.”
Being reminded of the incident at the beginning of marriage, made Cathleen grimace in embarrassment. “I used to still learn to get used to driving my own car, now it's pretty smooth.” He explained while giving the key. “If you drive my vehicle, then how is your car?”
“I came here by taxi,” explained Gerald while holding his wife's hand to be led to the right side of the car.
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...Rich jelangkung lu Ge! Dateng ga picked up, not delivered home. Suddenly nongol ae rich ghost. Fortunately it was the cat...