Sensational Husband
The Seventy Seven
After the ringtone of Jesy's call broke, Alexa searched his papa's name and called him. Tone connected. Long enough Alexa waited for an answer, then the phone answered across.
“Halo! Good afternoon!”
Not the voice of Joan, but the voice of the woman. Alexa knows that voice. No other voice Atika, stepmother Alexa.
Alexa was surprised until her back was upright to hear the voice of Atika. Hasn't Atika been out of town all this time, so why is her papa's phone in Atika's hands?
“Where is my papa?” alexa's voice sounded furious.
“He slept by my side. I was lying on his chest. Is there anything I need to tell him?” Ask Atika.
“Give her phone to her,” firmly Alexa getting gedeg.
“Cannot. My husband is asleep because of the soy sauce. We just missed for half an hour. Of course you know what husband and wife do when intimate like this, right? You are an adult, you understand. My husband is exhausted, can't be bothered. He picked me up from out of town, now I'm in Jakarta with him. Just tell him what you want to discuss to him, I'll tell you.”
Alexa restrained her annoyance, she then said with a very low tone of voice due to her mounting annoyance. “Tell him, I hate the woman he married.” Alexa instantly swiped the red button and the connection was disconnected.
Alexa's breath stung withstanding the emotions in her chest. Eyes glazed.
“Nona, are you all right?”
“Nona, Mr. Joan has the right to be happy and remarry, although he married at a less appropriate time, but consider it his right.” Azlan tried to cheer up.
“You don't know what happened, Azlan. My mother died, murdered before my eyes. And a week later he married a woman who was two years older than me. He deserves to be my brother more than my father's marriage. The demonic woman was always whining asking for all papa's time just for him. And you see for yourself, papa even forgot his promise with me and he went to see the woman instead. What was not asked by Atika, the woman my father married? All he asked for and my papa obeyed him. Car, house, even a small company he asked for. Now, the time belongs to papa who is only a few hours, snatched by him.”
“Not completely this is your mama's fault, but also your papa.” Azlan tries to make Alexa understand Atika so as not to be so bad as to hate her stepmother. He did not want to ask who killed his mother alexa, nor did he want to ask anything else that became a question in his mind, considering Alexa was not good to talk to.
“He's not my mama. I don't like him. I would never admit it as my mother. So don't call her my mama.” Alexa's tears finally trickled down and quickly the back of the girl's hand rubbed her. “Where can papa go without telling me and he forgets his promise just like that? Gosh.”
Azlan looked at Alexa's face with a shady look, feeling pity. Alexa really lacks parental affection. He thirsts for love. And this is the form of Alexa's impingement of her frustration.
“We go from here.” Alexa then stood up and sauntered away.
Azlan did not respond, he followed Alexa out of the cafe.
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TB