MY HUSBAND IS NOT A MURDERER
EPISODE 034

Oliv started telling stories.

20 Years ago. At that time Oliv was still in the 3rd grade of High School. In the afternoon, exactly that happened.

Oliv is always on foot, when leaving or going to school, because the distance of his house is not far enough from his school.

That afternoon, Oliv walked through the vast fields and fields that were in his neighborhood.

“Excuse me, Sister! Can you help me for a minute?” A farmer came out of the wall hut, which was on the edge of the rice field, greeting Oliv

“What's up, Sir?” ask Oliv.

“Can you help me move some food from inside the hut to my bike? It will take a long time if I move it alone.”

The farmer was dressed simply. A plain black t-shirt, and training pants, with a cowboy hat on his head.

Even the innocent Oliv just nodded and went inside the hut of the wall.

That's where the beginning of that happened.

The innocent Oliv still did not expect that to happen.

After Oliv came in. The farmer locked the door from the inside and walked closer to Oliv.

Take off the cowboy t-shirts and hats he still wears. Poked out his tongue, and looked at Oliv with a perverted look.

“What the fuck is this?” Oliv was frightened and stepped back.

“I haven't tried young meat in a long time like you, son. Maybe today is my lucky day to taste young meat.”

Oliv is cornered. His body has gone to the wall. There was no other way for him to escape and step back.

“PLEASE!!!”

*CLASS!!!!

The Perverted Farmer slapped Oliv and silenced his mouth with his sinful hand.

He drops Oliv to the floor, puts him to sleep, and rips off his school shirt, while silencing Oliv's mouth.

Bad luck must be accepted by the Perverted Farmer. Oliv's hand grabbed one of the tools lying beside him.

*IT!!!!!!!

Blood poured out like Niagara Falls from the neck of the Farmer. The plug is stuck from the left side and penetrates the right side of the neck.

The farmer was dying like a chicken being slaughtered, and finally died horribly.

In a partially torn uniform, Oliv stood and stared at the dead man.

Oliv's body and clothes were hit by a small patch of blood belonging to the Farmer. He was unaware that he had killed the Perverted Farmer who was trying to rape him.

Oliv's hand shook violently, not knowing what to do at that moment. But it's okay, at least Oliv managed to protect himself.

If she hadn't killed the Perverted Farmer, she would have been raped by him.

Oliv took the farmer's corpse out of the hut and would dump his body in a field filled with tall greenery.

He met his younger brother, Arthur. Arthur was cycling after school and saw his brother dragging the Farmer's body.

“Kak! What are you doing?”

*BRUK!! Arthur got off the bike, let his bike fall by the side of the road and rushed over to Oliv.

“You did this, Brother?” Arthur was astonished to see the corpse with a machete piercing his neck.

“Yes. He deserves that. This stupid old man wanted to rape me.” Oliv grunting. He hasn't panicked since.

“Soaring!” Arthur pulled the machete from the Farmer's neck and smeared all the blood.

He rinsed his own body and clothes using traces of blood stuck to the machete and some took blood that was still coming out of the Farmer's neck.

Wiping the hilt of the machete with his clothes and grasping the hilt of the machete tightly. He didn't want any evidence to suggest that Oliv had killed the Farmer. Arthur the teenager sacrificed himself.

“Arthur! Arthur! What the hell are you doing? You can't be like this! Give me the machete.” Oliv tried to reclaim the cleaver.

“What's wrong, Brother. I'll be fine. I just want you to live a normal life. At least, there is one of our families who continues to live well. Don't mind me, I'm fine.”

From then on, Arthur puts the machete in his own bag, and replaces his brother as a suspect in the farmer's murder.