Fake Foot Girl
GKP 52

Lea was the wife of Abigail Sebastian for two months. Nothing has changed from Gail's attitude during these two months. Even more and more days, the attitude of the man is getting sweet and romantic only.

Now Lea is back to the same activity as usual. Designing and making wedding dresses for customers. As of today, she is back working with Sri at her modest boutique.

However, there was something a little strange about Lea these past few days. The mood often changes irregularly. Sometimes angry likes are not clear, sometimes like to cry alone and even like the urgency like today.

Not infrequently Sri became the boss months. Although often angry with reasons that are not clear from Lea, but Sri never put it in the heart. He remained faithful and accompanied his master.

"Mbak why else? Sick? Or is there a problem with Mr Gail?" sri asked Lea who was pensive at her desk while staring blankly at the laptop.

"No, Sri. Today I just lack the mood. I feel tired, very tired" Lea said.

"Yes, that's it. Ma'am rest, let me work," said Sri so excitedly.

"I'm sorry, Sri."

Lea tried to get up from her position, but suddenly her vision became blurred and her head felt swirling up to 360 degrees. Lea's body was suddenly shaken and lucky there was Sri who was deftly holding her body so as not to fall.

"Mother is okay?" sri asked very anxiously, while helping Lea to sit back in her chair.

"Suddenly my head hurts, Sri. It's lucky you managed to hold my body. Otherwise, I would have fallen down earlier," Lea said as she gently massaged her temple.

"Mak has eaten yet?" sri asked again, because Lea's face looked pale.

Lea nodded her head slowly. "Here, Sri, a little. These few days my appetite is reduced, I don't know why I don't know" Lea said.

"Wait a minute here, ma'am. I make warm tea first," said Sri then rushed to the back to make warm tea.

Not long after, Sri arrived with a cup of warm tea complete with snacks. He put the warm tea and snack on Lea's table.

"Yuk, Ma'am, drink first," said Sri.

Slowly Lea opened her eyes. He smelled a very fragrant aroma from a cup of tea made by Sri. Lea grabbed the cup and sipped the tea with enthusiasm.

"Gold, Sri. What tea is this? Kok, it's delicious. Fragrant again," asked Lea as she continued to smell the warm tea.

Sri knitted her two eyebrows in wonder. "This is the same tea, which is in the cupboard, Ma'am. Kan usually Ma'am does often drink this tea," said Sri astonished.

"Times, anyway?" Lea couldn't believe it, because she thought the tea was delicious. Different from usual.

"Yes, Mother. Seriously," Sri said.

Lea again enjoyed the tea while occasionally smelling its fragrance. While Sri could only look at him with a astonished face. Because of the very curiosity, Sri also returned to make the tea for herself.

Sri tasted the tea and it turned out that the taste had not changed. It is the same as the usual days. So did the smell, absolutely nothing changed. Finally Sri decided to return to work, while Lea rested while enjoying warm tea and pastries that had been given by Sri.

It didn't feel like the afternoon was coming. Now Lea and Sri are preparing to go home. After cleaning the shop, they left immediately.

"You go home, Sri. I'm fine, really," Lea told Sri, who still doesn't want to leave her alone there.

Lea's eyes glazed over. "Thank you, Sri. You are really good" he said.

"Together, Mother. Uh, I suddenly remembered the time at Ma'am's wedding." Sri chuckled softly.

"What happened on my wedding day? Is this about Martha going berserk and threatening suicide?" sahut Leah's.

"Eh, no, Ma'am. I was late, when my stomach was hungry. I took the same fried chicken in the food stand. When carrying the fried chicken to an empty table, suddenly a bule hit me, Ma'am. Automatic my cock fly, dong! And that tidy sambal stuck everything in that expensive suit that belonged to the bule. Lucky he just ranting, not asking for compensation. If he asked for compensation, it could die me, Ma'am," said Sri who then laughed again considering his carelessness at that time.

"Bule? Who, huh?"

"She, Ma'am. Ish, what the hell, his name is. I forgot," said Sri again.

Lea seemed to remember. No guests were present on her wedding day. However, there are those whose face is exactly like a bule and it is Sean, the rest is just a mix, including her husband—Gail.

"What do you mean Sean, Gail's cousin?"

"Sean? Ah, yea! Maybe it's him, Mommy!" Sri laughed again when she remembered Sean's angry face at that time.

"Sean is actually good, Sri. But unfortunately he is a cable cap playboy," Lea said with a chuckle.

"Look up in my opinion, ma'am. Because he's handsome. Well, that sucks it's ugly, playboy again!" sri Celtap.

"Yes, you're right" Lea said.

Right at that moment, Gail's car arrived at the place and stopped right in front of Lea and Sri. Gail got out of the car and opened the door for Lea.

"Come, sweetie."

Lea got into the car and waved her hand at Sri. "Bye, Sri!"

"Bye!" Sri returned Lea's hand with a big smile. After Lea disappeared from his sight, Sri immediately continued her steps towards the contract.

Meanwhile in the car.

"Why does your face look pale, honey? Are you sick?" Gail groped Lea's forehead with an anxious face. However, it turns out that Lea's body temperature is still normal.

"It looks like I'm exhausted because this past week we've been chased by a deadline" Lea said.

Gail breathed heavily. "You better add a few more employees, honey. Find an experienced one that can help you handle everything" Gail said.

"Finding employees who clop together is difficult, Mas. After all, I don't have that much capital to add more employees" Lea said.

Gail glanced at Lea with her eyebrows intertwined. "Then what do you think of me? Other guy? I'm your husband, Lea. Just tell me how much you need, I'll transfer later" said Gail with a little annoyance.

Lea smiled. "Alright then, but don't bend his face like that, honey. Later your good looks are reduced," teased Lea and rested her head on Gail's shoulders.

Gail gently stroked Lea's head and hugged the body tightly. While the driver can only glance from the rearview mirror.

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