Destiny Son-in-law Wasted
57. News of Arman's Death
Two days Arman made trouble breathing and always sweating. He also coughed and his stomach was nauseous and vomiting, sometimes he also felt itchy all over his body.
"Sshh, what's wrong with me. Did I not eat the food he brought? If the food was poisonous, I should have been dead from yesterday" Arman said.
He again took the tissue that was almost finished to wipe the sweat that continues. Arman was shivering more and more, his body began to spasm. His hand held his neck as it stuck in the throat of his breath.
His face began to turn blue, then slowly frothy mouth. He tried to stand up and was about to go to the cell door still holding his neck.
A few seconds later, Arman was lying with widened eyes. Before long he fell still holding his neck like strangling him. Arman's last breath, and finally he's lifeless.
No one knew, for two hours more Arman lay on the floor of the prisoner's room alone. Until the janitor came and saw him lying on the floor.
At first it didn't matter, because officers there were more afraid of prisoners on murder charges. Arman prisoner of murder. The officer picked up the scattered garbage and put it in a special bag of garbage.
After four hours, officers were about to notify the prisoners. But Arman was not there, he was suspected in the case of suicide in the detention room.
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The substance that poisoned Arman's body was suspected to be poison. All police were investigating who had visited Arman during those two days, but no one had visited.
Only Yoga at that time, and it was investigated when the officer who was given food by Arman turned out to be fine.
But Arman was reported on the internet that he committed suicide by drinking arsenic poison. There were many irregularities there, because no poison was found in Arman's detention room. All suspecting that someone accidentally entered or administered the poison in other words, Arman ordered arsenic poison to kill himself.
Bela put down her cell phone, it's been two days that she saw the news in her own country about the death of a murder prisoner. Arman, his father who raised him since childhood.
She felt sorry for the news, did she kill herself because she was in prison?
"Darling, what's wrong with you?" tanya Yoga approached his dreamy wife after reading the news on the internet about Arman's death.
"Papa died by suicide" Bela replied.
"You know where it came from?" ask Yoga.
Bela took her phone, she handed it to Yoga. The news site is still on the front page, Yoga read it. He smiled, then handed back his wife's phone.
"Maybe he can't stand life in prison, so he prefers suicide" Yoga said.
"But, that sounds awkward Yoga. Where it may be direct suicide, only two months less" said Bela again.
"It could be, he couldn't stand it because life so the prisoner was bad. Don't think about it, it's time for him to die" Yoga said.
"I'm so sad, papa, I killed myself. After all, who sent him arsenic poison to the washcloth? Shouldn't there be an examination?" bela asked herself.
Yoga was silent, he did not respond to his wife's remarks. Precisely now he wants to make out with his wife, trying to make Bela forget the news. He accidentally didn't tell Arman that the poisoning was because of him.
Yoga caressed Bela's belly, she kissed the back of the neck. Smoothed it a few times, but Bela did not respond. Yoga let out a long sigh, this time he would be patient with his wife's grief.
"We're going out to dinner, baby, I don't want you to continue to grieve over your son-of-a-bitch papa" Yoga said.
"Is it wrong to be sad?" ask Bela.
"No, that's why I'm taking you out to dinner. So that your sadness does not drag on, I do not like to see your sad face" said Yoga.
"You have no sympathy at all for me. Don't you love me?" ask Bela.
"Love you?"
"Yes, you don't even sympathize with me with my papa's death" Bela said slightly upset at her husband.
"Huh, I was going to comfort you so as not to be sad by inviting you to dinner. But it seems you are challenging me to show my love for you" said Yoga staring intently at his wife.
His face approached, his hand pulling his waist. Bela was surprised, she tried to take off her husband's hand grip on her waist. But he can't, even if he uses two hands.
"Say, what kind of love do you want from me, baby?" tanya Yoga still stared intently at his wife.
"No, don't be like this. I'm not in the mood, Yoga" said Bela trying to resist her husband's wishes.
He mispronounced the challenge, but in fact Yoga can not be asked to joke or be serious about it.
"I offered you dinner, but you refused. So you can't turn me down anymore" said Yoga instantly scooping his wife's lips greedily.
He would not waste Bela's weakness and his mistakes. Immediately without any more chance Bela refused his desire to spice it up.
"Byeah, Yogaa!"
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