Nackal Duda
Neighbor Lucknut

I didn't go straight home. Two glasses of water just came home. I need a little intoxicating drink to face the painful realities of life.

I can be fine in front of Tara, but I'm really hurt. I still remember clearly when Tara sighed under Damar's cage. How Tara so enjoyed the game and smiled in satisfaction.

I've been blaming myself all along. Am I as weak in bed as Tara says? Should Tara seek pleasure from other men and sacrifice our marriage?

I remember when we were in divorce. I opened the CCTV footage to see how often they both betrayed me.

I saw myself saying goodbye to Tara. Yes, I was going to work and Tara drove me lovingly. At least that's what I think. Waving her hands with a sweet smile on her face.

But the truth is not so. After seeing me leave, Tara didn't come in right away. He was seen contacting someone and before long the person contacted came.

Damar came by riding his cool motorcycle. Opening her helmet and smiling towards Tara who had put on a smile first.

Like a wife who welcomed her husband, Tara took Damar and invited him into the house.

I clenched my hand until my knuckle flushed. Too often they betray me. I was stupid and never suspected them.

Damar is my best friend, a person I trust a lot. I didn't expect to get the betrayal from two people who were so close to me.

I played the CCTV footage in the living room. Those two lunatics even played on my living room couch! The sofa I bought in installments for 6 months! Crazy one!

They are not even ashamed to show their affair despite knowing in front of the house and in the living room of my house there is CCTV.

The evidence of their affair is clear I have. It's easy for me to file for divorce, but Tara has filed for divorce against me first.

There was no feeling of regret as if Tara had prepared for our divorce beforehand. I mean absolutely nothing in Tara's eyes.

I love him with all my heart. I love him and work hard to make him happy. But it turns out that what makes Tara happier is Damar's service in bed!

The anger was bubbling back into my body. I asked the driver to take me home. I was drunk and none of my friends were accompanying me. They are already engrossed in their own world.

The driver drove me to the front of the house, after giving money tips I did not go directly into the house. I sat in the car longer.

I heard classical music from inside my new neighbor's house. At this hour and they're tuning in to classical music? So crazy!

Indeed, the neighborhood where I live seems indifferent and does not care about the surrounding neighbors. But still it's 2 in the morning and they don't care about their neighbors!

I got out of the car and when I opened the door I remembered the time when classical music was also heard in my house. Yes, classical music is the music that accompanies the hot romance of Tara and Damar.

I clenched my knuckle holding back the anger that was now bubbling within me. Is that the purpose of moving in front of my house? Will they continue to open old wounds that never heal?

I went into the house and laid my body on the bed. I shut both my ears with a pillow so I don't hear any more of that fucking classical music! Until I enter my dream world.

****

Tok.dok...

"Excuse me, sir!" mom's voice woke me up.

My eyes are still very sleepy. I don't want to wake up and sleep all day.

"Yes, Mother. I'm still in the room!" my yelling.

"Okay, Mr. Agas! I cleaned up the other place first!"

The voice of Mama went away. The one who woke up did not want to close his eyes anymore.

I'm still as asleep as I was when I was drunk last night. I opened the button and threw it in the shirt.

I wet my whole body with a cold shower. Makes my mind clear.

I left the room after I was dressed and ready for breakfast. Madam Inah has provided me with breakfast complete with warm milk.

"Yes, right. Tara lives in front of the same Damar!" I said as I chewed the toast greedily. I am hungry today. "Don't let him into this house! And one more thing, don't answer the question He asked! Anyway if he's looking for information about me, don't answer anything!"

"Good, Sir!"

***

I took my car keys and got ready for my other showroom. Damn, I saw the scene of a good wife who was wearing her husband a tie and driving her husband to work.

Did I just move house?

Why the morning of the two pair of lucknuts in front of me has ruined my mood?

"Be careful, baby!" tara said in a spoiled voice that was deliberately hardened so that I could hear the affection between them.

I sighed violently then walked towards my car and left Tara who kept looking at me.

I checked out my showroom in Kelapa Gading area. Next I drove my car and went to my showroom that I went to yesterday.

I heard there was an increase in sales yesterday because there is a company that wants to replace its company's operating car with a new one. Wow, this is called a big windfall. Can't waste.

I didn't jump right into taking care of it. I let my men take care of everything. I just pay attention and direct if there is a problem.

"Where's cici?" ask one of my fellow marketers.

"Cici again there's a lecture, sir. He said today it's not coming, there's a UAS."

"okay."

"Can I help you, sir?" the marketing smiled seductively at me.

Maybe Cici has spread rumors about me that are often privately serviced with her. I don't give a shit.

I have to be professional. Not all my men can have fun or my image will be destroyed later.

"Nothing! I'm in the room if anyone's looking for ya!" I left marketing looking disappointed at my rejection.

I went back to check the reports and the pile of files I had to sign, until I had to stop because of the sound of my stomach ringing. Apparently breakfast toast and milk can not last long. I'm hungry and there's no Cici I can tell you to order food. I didn't tell my other men I'd better go alone.

I took my wallet and walked across the highway. My choice fell on the soto stall I ordered yesterday.

I went in and ordered the chicken soto split the rice. The waiter who served me is not the Dance that delivered food for me yesterday.

"Bak, where's the tar?" my many.

"Day in, sir. It hurts again he said!"

"Oh I think Dance is the kid who owns this soto stall." I said.

"No, Sir. He's just a job here. Sometimes work on the front page too. Anyway, where he works. Understand difficult people, if you do not work, do not eat!"

I feel like I can't believe it. Although his appearance seems simple and old-fashioned but when you look at his face, Dance like coming from an established family. Why is the reality so different?

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