The Tomb Next to the House

The Tomb Next to the House
47. He Appeared Again?


"A .... "


"Hi how are you? How are you doing?" ask my guest casually.


God fucking. He can be this relaxed even though my heart is already uncertain to see his presence.


"What are you doing here? Go then! Or I'll yell for the people to teach you a lesson soon." I almost closed the door, but his hand held him.


"I came well as a guest. How nice of you to tell me to come in first. There's something I want to talk about."


"Go! Don't bother me anymore" I threw myself at Bryan, who was like a curious ghost.


Suddenly he disappeared, then knew he had just appeared before his eyes. Since the death of Mr. Kades and the dismantling of their family's rot, Bryan who was almost judged by the residents suddenly left the village.


"I just want to know your news after the news of the death—" Bryan stopped his words when he felt that there were people passing by.


While revealing the hood of the jacket covering his head, Bryan barged in without waiting for approval. I who was careless because the word death had come out of his lips earlier, could only let him into the house without any resistance.


"We talked inside. It's not safe outside" he said. I still respond with widened eyes full of questions.


"What did you want to say? Hurry up and say it before my husband gets home" I said as Bryan sat himself on the couch.


His brows linked to see me with a strange look. Although there was a sense of anxiety because we were just the two of us in this house, but my curiosity relapsed. I don't care what consequences I can have later.


"Don't you know yet?" Bryan asked back.


"Know what the hell? Do not be confused. Hurry up and say," I can't wait.


Bryan went silent instead, making it even harder for me to hold the soul of this struggling coco.


"Does your husband come home often?"


"What kind of stupid question is that? Of course it is."


Why is Bryan talking more and more? Is this just manipulation so he can get inside the house? Oh stupidly I've eaten his ruse.


"Oh."


What's?! He's just ria-oh. Well, it's obvious this is just a little preamble he deliberately made up in order to have a reason to meet me.


"Go! There's nothing we need to talk about anymore" I said at last. Realizing he was just playing me.


"OKAY. I'll be here again when you know the truth" he said, getting off the couch and closing in on me.


I was stunned for a moment, realizing he had vanished from before me, only then did a series of harsh words come out of my lips smoothly.


Really crazy jerk guy. Just come in mode. You know, I didn't let him in. Argha! Stupid me!


Tok Tok Tok


When again seriously berating yourself, the front door was again knocked by someone. Is that Bryan? You fucking pervert! Why is he back again?!


With emotions that had already burst out like freshly cooked popcorn, I hurried to open the door.


Chequek.


"Basic jerk! Why are you back, huh?!" My meaning just came out without being able to brake.


"Kok, that's rough, Dek?"


Athaghfirullah! Raihan?!


"Eh, sorry, Mas. Nope. I-I mean earlier—" I hurriedly paused before this mouth leaked Bryan's arrival to this house.


"What the hell are you, Dek? The same angry, Mom? I'm sorry that's it." Mas Raihan put on his sad face that made me heartless.


"No, Mas. I think Mas was someone else," comfort me, clear up the misunderstanding.


"Who are you, who are we?"


"mrs ... Courier, Mas. Yeah, I think the courier got the wrong address. Hehe made a mess," my dear, who refused to tell her the true story.


I'm sorry, Mas. I have lied to you too often. But this is for the continuity of the harmony of our marriage. I'm so scared if you leave me if you know the truth.


I'm not a good wife. Excuse me.


"Well, why dream? Are you not allowed in?"


"Oh, yes. Sorry forgot. Hehe." I quickly walked out the door, letting my husband in.


Before closing the door, I took the time to see the car that was parked on the porch of the house. I don't hear the sound of the car coming in. Even the return of Raihan's mas is like awkward.


Maybe it's just my feelings.