Become Him
Orange tart

Martha was still enjoying her time on the back porch of her home all by herself. He was looking at the twilight that was starting to flutter and the sun that was about to sink.

His hearing, which was still in the background, caught the voice of Barndon and Rachel's arrival. If not misheard, Brandon immediately taken over by his sister and taken a bath. While Rachel's steps sounded closer to meet him.

I don't know what that son-in-law he never wanted to do.

In her hand, Rachel carried a box containing Eva's tart. He said it's a hand for his iron.

“Sore mah.” Greet Rachel when she meets Martha.

The woman who was doing massage therapy on the massage chair, opened her eyes that were originally closed. Just a glance that Rachel got before then Martha closed her eyes again and turned her face away from Rachel.

“You what are you?” tanyanya cynic.

“Em, I'm sorry Rachel bullied you. This is Rachel taking a seat from Eva's mother to mama. Mamah likes very orange tart, so mamah Eva make special for mamah.” Rachel's light with a smile spread.

The woman swallowed her coarse salivation, as the shadow of the orange tart taste sensation instantly felt filling her mouth. Fresh sweetness combined with a soft tart, as if giving pleasure for Martha.

But, if Rachel were to take him, he could still refrain from eating it in front of Rachel.

“Put it on a bench.” His flickering index finger pointed at the small stool where Brandon usually sat.

“Iya mah's. Want Rachel to cut it off, huh? Do you want Rachel to make tea too? Green tea may.” Bargain Rachel with spirit.

“No need. Where might I command an artist.” Martha turned to Rachel with a cynical look.

“You're an artist, right? That's why everything you do is all fake. I never squirm the sincerity of everything you do. Your goal to get into this family is just to destroy the Wijaksono family from within.”

“Ck, devil!” the trick, whittled to Rachel.

“Ma-sorry mah, Rachel never intended like that.” Rachel tried to explain.

“Akh, stop. I'm males talking to you. Don't get attention in front of me. Including your family. Don't be so good with me.” Hardik Martha with a face not like.

He turned his face away from Rachel.

Rachel sighed deeply to calm herself down. He felt right that every speech Martha always managed to make the corner of his heart torn apart.

“You think I'm paralyzed until I can't cut my own cake?!” the thrill doesn't like.

“Sorry, it's not so. Meaning Rachel,”

“Akh, you've gone there! I males long look at your face.” Martha shook her hands violently, telling Rachel to leave.

Rachel can only obey the wishes of her mother-in-law. He took a small stool and brought it closer to Martha. He put the tart on the bench as Martha asked. Then leave after nodding politely to Martha.

Just a few steps in the take, suddenly, “BUK!”

Martha deliberately patted the tart until it fell off the bench. He realized Rachel was still nearby and did do this on purpose.

“Heh Rachel, finish the cake. I don't like eating junk!” he exclaimed with great emphasis.

It feels like Rachel wants to cry to see Eva's tart cake thrown away by Martha to fall scattered. But he saw clearly that Eva made it with all her heart.

Rachel said nothing. Just holding back her crying was already hard enough for Rachel. Without lingering, he immediately picked up the tart scattered on the floor and tidied it up. With a sip of her eyes, Martha saw Rachel who was crouching clean the rest of the cream cake that was very fresh.

But it's even fresher because he managed to demean Rachel and her family. Her red lips were curling a smile full of satisfaction.

When she finished, Rachel left. He nodded politely leaving his mother-in-law and went to the kitchen.

At the kitchen table, Rachel looked at the tart. It was already impossible for anyone to want to eat such a ruined tart. But, he could not let the cake that his mother made with great difficulty, end up in the trash can.

Rachel decided to take a knife and a small plate and fork. With a bated cry, he cut the cake into small pieces and placed it on a small plate. Rachel had not thought about the cleanliness of the cake that Martha accidentally dropped. He just didn't want his mother's efforts to go to waste.

Finally, he scooped up the small piece and bribed it slowly. When the food entered his mouth, his tears just dripped.

“Thank you mah, the cake is very good.” Speak with a sniffle. Occasionally he hit his chest as the tightness prevented him from swallowing his food whole.

One piece of the cake he spent without waste and kept the rest in the refrigerator. He planned to spend it alone without needing anyone's help.

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