After 11 Years of Marriage
Chapter 7

Today Mila will be getting ready to go somewhere along with her little sister.

"Where are we really going, brother?" mia asked a little curiously.

''To the salon." Answer Mila briefly.

"Salon!" peekik Mia glee.

"Yes today big brother will spend his time and money to pamper himself."

"Well if this is the case I agree, make yourself as beautiful as possible and beat the actor." Said Mia with a stir.

Mila just smiled and shook her head looking at her tomboy sister's behavior. After a few minutes of travel. Now the car that was driven by Mila has arrived in the parking lot of the famous beauty salon.

Mila went straight into that place and started taking care of her body from toe to toe. "Well, it's good to be messing around in a salon like this." Mumbled Mila innocently. While enjoying the massage that makes his body feel very relaxed. Because they felt very comfortable, they both fell asleep.

While in a playground, a curly-haired little boy was waiting for the arrival of the woman who had promised him would meet again at that place, He is Kenzo.

"Kenz dear who are we waiting for?" ask a middle-aged woman who still looks beautiful even in her old age.

"Mommy" answered Kenzo while staring at the chocolate that Mila gave her two days ago.

"Honey maybe mommy is working today, so she can't come here now we just go home!'' persuade the woman.

Kenzo shakes his head and insists on waiting for the arrival of the woman he regards as his mommy.

" Who's the woman my favorite grandson meant, why is Kenzo so obsessed with that woman."

"Sir Lim quickly found out where the woman lived, found her as soon as possible so that my granddaughter would not constantly wait for her every day here" he told Mr. Lim.

"Good big lady." Mr. Lim rushed to leave the place to immediately find information about the woman he met a few days ago.

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In the candidate where Mila spoils herself she awakens as she dreams of being called by a child so adorable, but suddenly the little boy cries after her and continues to call her mommy.

"Kenzo!" mila's shout woke up Mia who was beside him.

"What's up, brother?" mia asked in a typical sound of waking up.

"why did I dream about that boy in the park? is it because I'm too happy because there's a child who calls me mommy, until I get carried away with the dream."

"So why are you daydreaming?"

"It's okay." Answer Mila quickly. And now Mila is continuing her facial skin care to look more fresh.

After a day of pampering his body, now Mila was immediately delivered his sister home. "Aren't you sure you want to go back home*ng*n that?" Ask her sister.

"Yes big brother has to go home because there are some files that you have to take for the interview tomorrow, big brother comes home now you are well at home." Mila said as she waved her hand and passed from before her sister.

"I'd better find out tomorrow who's been the thorn in my brother's household." Mia said inwardly while tightly clenching her hands.

After traveling a few minutes Mila also arrived at the house that he had two days left. "Now I'm not your priority, so no matter how long I go you'll never find me." Mila said in her heart with a cynical smile, seeing the house that had been eleven years accompanying her days now turned to hell for her.

With elegant steps Mila entered her house and when Mila passed through the guest room like a few days ago when she was going to leave the house, when he came back he heard the same voice.

"Is that all their work in this house." Mila was very disgusted to hear that strange voice.

Mila went straight into her room and took her valuable documents and files, and put them in her bag.

"I'll take all mine and leave nothing to meet the woman's needs and comfort."

After finishing her work Mila kept the bag under her bed so that Hendra did not suspect what the bag was, then he slept all over his body and did not forget he locked the door of his room so that Hendra did not just enter his room.

Because really Mila really hated the man who had been so loved but because of his betrayal, Mila was no longer willing to be touched or anything related to Hendra.

Chalcke, ceklek.

"When are you inside?" asked Hendra who was trying to open the door of the room.

"Mila, please open the door I miss you baby!"

"Sad... Miss you said. I'm sick of hearing your sweet mouth flirt!" Mila smiled cynically, then she covered her ears with a pillow so as not to hear the unimportant babble from her husband's mouth.

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Night passed.morning also inched morning sunlight into the cracks of the window of Mila's room. Waking Mila from her deep sleep

"Hm... What time is it?" Mila stretched her slightly stiff body muscles. Then he went to the bathroom to clean himself up.

After finishing Mila was polishing her face to make it look fresher. "Laper, I'd better buy breakfast at the front stall, I'm lazy to cook especially for them" Mila immediately rushed out of her room. He saw Diana standing in the doorway of the guest room, but Mila walked past him as if she had not seen Diana there.

"Basic is disrespectful." Diana was annoyed when she saw Mila walking past her just like that. But Mila did not care about Diana's insinuations he remained out of the house to buy breakfast at the front stall of the complex. "eek... Miss Mila where did it look?" asked Bu Yuli the gossip culprit at the complex.

"I have a ma'am, sorry I was in a hurry.'' Reply Mila politely.

"Ehh... Wait for Madam Mila why is it such a hurry." Ms. Yuli also blocked Mila's path. While Mila just let out a long sigh she just resigned herself to the question that Bu Yuli would ask her at this time.

"Yes, what's wrong, ma'am?" asked Mila pretending not to understand.

"Milah Mom who is the pregnant woman at Miss Mila's house? is it true that his second wife was Mr. Hendra, and Mr. Hendra married again because he wanted to have children because sorry, Miss Mila. Miss Mila can't get pregnant." Mila squeezed her hand hearing Bu Yuli's words that were so smoothly offending her.

"That's what mouth is the devil's chilli anyway? very sad!'' inner Mila.

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