MINE.

17

From the airport, they went straight to Mew condo in the middle of the city.

"Home sweet home" said his husband when they stepped into the luxury condo. His voice is normal, flat, like a bored person.

"Lem, please take the bags upstairs," Mew tells the driver of his family.

"Living room, kitchen, three bedrooms, master bedroom upstairs. Here are the house keys, a set for you." A set of keys was handed to Gulf.

"Thank you." What else to say? Gulf's eyes looked around the condo. Is this my new home? Why does it feel like a prison? It's like a hospital too. White sundries, white sofa set, white dining set, white walls, white carpet. Indeed, the color is pure white, but when everything is white, a pale and lifeless aura appears. Hmmm, minimalist urban style. The furniture is all square and has chrome legs. Forget it, the owner is the prince of iceberg! It is suitable.

It's so wrong with my soul! Gulf whispered in his heart. This can't be, I have to go shopping tomorrow. If not, I will be sick because I'm the one will stay in here. Slowly Gulf, don't tell the owner yet. Gulf is sure that if he told, his ideas will definitely be contradicted.

"Make yourself at home," Mew said suddenly as he stepped towards the door.

"Huh?" Gulf was surprised.

"Where are you going?" A question popped out of Gulf's mouth. No answer, not even looking back.

"When do you want to come back?" Gulf is still in a daze.

Mew, who was already holding the doorknob, stopped for a moment, and turned away. Gulf's face looked closely.

"Don't think with the marriage certificate, I need to prepare an hourly report for you." The door opened and he left.

Gulf looked around, looking for something he could throw at the door. Cushion? Vase? Whatever! There is not a single thing! hey, he was furious. Later I will buy a lot of cushions, with a flower vase... what else? Ashtray? Yes, buy a big one. Because it feels like this is not the last time, I feel like throwing things!

For a long time, Gulf stood upright in the middle of the living room of his new home. His chest heaved with anger.

"Gulf, enough, don't think about it anymore. Keep yourself busy. He really wants to abuse you mentally. So that you become mentally like him!"

Next to the living room is a bedroom. On the other side is the kitchen, also painted white, just like the living room. The fridge door is open, it's empty! What do I want to eat? It's not lunch yet. If I know this happen, it's better to have lunch at mama's house.

"Buy groceries first!" The stomach has to be filled so that the body is energized, right? Look at the way Mew was, it feels like he'll be back either midnight or tomorrow morning. Style like a person who wants to abuse his wife.

Gulf is right. It was almost one o'clock in the morning when Mew returned home. The living room is already dark, only the stairs to the upper floor are still on. The light switch is flicked. That whiny boy must be sleeping, it's good!

On the dining table, there appears to be food. Is the crybaby cook? He's not here, so I can see. There is a sandwich, a small bowl of vegetable salad and a small plate of cut fruit. There's a note!

Just a sandwich, you don't need to heat it. Juice in the fridge. – GK

Juice is taken and poured into a glass. Mew sat at the table enjoying his late night. A sandwich filled with lettuce, tomato, cheese, and sliced meat.

Hmmm, delicious. Make stomach contents in the middle of the night.

Going upstairs, he opened the door to the main room. His wife was sleeping on the bed. Only the table lamp is on. Automatically, Mew looked at his wife. He wears a black silk pajama. Yesterday cream color. His eyes were fixed on his wife's chest. The black collar, a perfect contrast to the boy's skin, fluffy skin...

No, No, sleep! Wake up early tomorrow, rush to the office. How is this happening, I said I want to torture him, but I think I'm the one who has been tortured. It really hard to look away from his wife's chest.