Curse of love, misery

First short story"

Will this be the last thing?

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Curse of love, misery

**This novel is a fictional story. Not related to any person or organization**

"You ... you.. you bastard, you perverted bitch, you whore," a loud voice shouted. It came from a shabby old house.

“Mom, stop making such a noise. I'm going to talk to the toilet cleaning company," said the voice of Naran, a beautiful, busty girl. The only daughter of this house.

"What do you want to know? You're an unlucky bitch. You're a husband-eating bitch," said the voice of Madam Im, whose smooth face was decorated with colorful cosmetics. Contrary to the condition of the house, which is both old and dilapidated, cluttered, speaking in an angry mood.

"If mother doesn't stop I'm going to hang up the phone. And Mom won't have poop for the rest of her life!"

"Don't you dare threaten me."

"It's because of you. That poops until the toilet is full I have to call him to come and suck it. I really just came back from the dorm. I haven't had a poop yet,” the beautiful woman said with a not-so-good expression.

"Well, Mommy is in pain. Do you want Mommy to hold back and wait for you to poop?" Mrs. Im turned and said to her daughter. Then turn your head back as before.

“Mother, mother. If you poop, you won't poop. You still have to pay a fee for cleaning the toilet."

*It's not what you think. Khun Non, he died himself*

"Who is going to believe you? You little bitch, if you kill him and you'll pretend to talk about it again," Madam Im said in a resentful tone.

"You killed him."

*I didn't kill him. Even though I have had 5 husbands and all of them died because they became my husband. But I didn't eat my husband, sir.*

"You bastard, you are a strawberry, you are a blackberry, you are a kiwi, you are a blueberry, you are a raspberry." Mrs. Im shouted and cursed without holding back, but the other party didn't seem to respond. Even a little bit

"Mother, come eat. Stop cursing." The beautiful daughter's voice called for her birth mother to come eat dinner. (Even though it's late)

"This is still too little." Finished speaking, the madam got up to eat at her daughter's request.

"Mommy, you're probably feeling a bit sick," my daughter started the conversation while eating.

"What's wrong? People like this have to go through this. Mom, I've known him for a long time." It sounded like what my daughter had said. It won't make you reduce your behavior like before.

"Mom, you'll get upset yourself." The daughter still didn't give in.

No Gong, I won't eat it." Madam threw the spoon away. Then she got up and went to her usual place, amid her daughter's bewilderment.

“It's vicious. What hasn't happened yet? No one realizes it."

"How are you Have you finished dressing yet?” Mr. Anuchit's voice Mrs. Im's husband, and of course Naran's father, asked his daughter about his wife. which he had been sitting and waiting since the evening

"It's finished, Father," the only daughter answered her father.

“Actually, Mom, I don't want to go. The young lady said with a worried expression as she walked out of the room.

“Let's go, Mom. It's been a while since we've been able to travel together," the daughter said with a bored expression.

"So what time will you be back?" The lady asked turning to her husband.

"You must be a little late. Because I booked a movie It's 8:30 p.m.," the husband replied while looking in the mirror and combing his hair.

“No, today is the day that the husband-eating bitch will decide what her life will be like. I must control it. "Ma'am shook his head.

"I'll take care of it for your mother. Mother, don't worry. ” The daughter said so as not to make her mother freak out even more.

"Don't let Non die, child. Be careful of it." Madam Im still not satisfied.

"Let's go," Mr. Anuchit pulled Mrs. Im's hand and made her walk out of the house.

"Sigh," the beautiful daughter sighed from exhaustion.

Time: 11:45 p.m.

"How is it? Where is it?" Mrs. Imkrawee came in and asked her daughter with a shocked expression.

"He..he," the daughter replied in a trembling voice.

“What happened?!” Madam Im shouted loudly.

"He's dead." The daughter didn't dare face her mother.

"Scream!!!!!" Khunnai Im screamed.

“Mother said, whoever is the husband must all die. This bitch is evil. Mom warned you."

"Mother, calm down. It's just..." Before Ran could finish speaking, Mrs. Im took out a broom and hit the target in the living room without holding back.

“You golden bitch, you stupid bitch, you crocodile-breeding bitch. The toilet stains, the urinals, the fungus, the burnt skin, the dandruff bitch, the hairy armpit bitch..." Madam Im hit and hurled angry curses. Making Mr. Anuchit and Nong Naran stunned by their mother's anger.

"Naraan, come find your father," Mr. Anuchit beckoned his daughter to the corner of the room.

“Is there something wrong, Dad? Ploy's daughter made a whisper to match the situation.

"Dad, I think you're going to have to sell the TV."

Both Mr. Anuchit and his daughter had a sad look on their faces. Then he turned to look at Mrs. Im. who blasted a broomstick with a poster of a young actress from Saraprak Anatha, her favorite drama, after the news broke.

Thank you for the pictures from the Sila Manee drama on Channel 7.