Forbidden Passion My Father's Wife
What Have We Done?

All Om Roy's clothes were stripped one by one by Yura. To make it look more natural, the girl throws Om Roy's clothes at just about any place. There are people on the edge of the bed, there are also scattered on the floor.

Om Roy's naked state, makes Yura embarrassed. He did not even dare to look too intensely at the man's body.

For a moment, Yura was still amazed to see the chest of Om Roy who had a plane, flat stomach. This was the first time he had seen the body of such a bu*gil man, so it was enough to be just a neck to waist. To open the bottom, Yura threw her gaze in the other direction.

Everything's settled. Om Roy was already lying down with only a thick blanket covering his body.

Yura hastily undressed, then threw her clothes on the floor. Once again he looked at the scene, everything seemed natural. He made sure the door was unlocked, as it was part of the plan. After all was considered safe, Yura was lying next to Om Roy.

***

Yura could not sleep. That was very clear. He continued to pull the blanket to cover his body, not to come into contact with Om Roy who fell asleep even to snore.

The birds chirping outside his room was clearly heard. It was morning, and he was still awake. He calculated in his heart that in a moment, Titin would go into his room to build it and help open the curtains of the room, an activity that the girl did every day.

At exactly seven o'clock, Titin knocked on the door, and as usual again, Yura would not answer to have Titin go straight into the room.

"Mrs, I'm sorry mas-"

Titin's sentence hung in the air. His eyes glared at what he saw in front of him. Even he had not fully entered at the border of Yura's room.

Titin's legs suddenly suffered sudden paralysis by not being able to move to retreat from there.

Then after trying to get faster, Titin finally walked slowly to the door of the room and then to return the door.

"What's wrong? It's like you're just looking at a demon. What did you see that surprised you?" tanya Susi, the solemn waiter washes and irones in the room.

"I... L'm... I saw Mr. Roy and Mrs Yura sleeping together in Madam's room" he said. He felt guilty for seeing his master in bed.

Just as Titin was telling the story in a frenzy, Erlang who was passing towards the dining table heard the talk of his servants that morning. His steps even stopped, not so pulling a chair at the dining table.

Full of emotion why boxing. Why did it feel like she did not sincerely let Yura manage to get the position, replacing her mother to be by her father's side.

"Can you just gossip? Where's my breakfast!" umpat Erlang pulls the chair rough when sitting with mixed feelings.

The three maids, who heard the order from Erlang, immediately prepared the food and took it to the table.

"Titin, you go wake up your master!" erlang orders with sharp eyes, until Titin runs to carry it out.

Titin was confused. How could he dare to wake up an employer who was currently enjoying time together?

Titin could only stare at the smile looking at that scene which was possible during the time he had been working this new one he had witnessed.

While Yura was inside there, smiling full of excitement. He has won, defeated all his problems, and that is his hardest problem. Instantly his shoulders felt light.

Om Roy awakens, not long after Titin closes the door. Whatever the woman shuts it down, it can wake Om Roy.

When Om Roy wakes up and finds himself in Yura's bed without wearing a thread, his face looks very shocked. Plus, when looking to the side, found the wife with the same circumstances as him, without clothes.

Om Roy does not need to peek behind Yura's blanket who is currently pretending to sleep. Om Roy looks panicked, he will pull more blankets to cover his body.

It was the right minute for Yura to wake up, then pretend to be shocked by what happened. His expression silently stared towards Om Roy, as if a gaze that wanted to blame Om Roy. The accusatory gaze he had trained since childhood.

"Om, we-" Yura paused her sentence. I want to see the reaction of Om Roy first.

"Yura, what did we do last night?" om Roy asked his slightly sore forehead. He remembered the last time he spoke to Yura, they had a conversation with them over wine to celebrate Erlang's success.

"Om drunk, ask me to bring Om here, then after that, Om-" Yura looked down she had already trained that expression a few days before so when she did then no suspicion would arise in Om Roy's mind.

Although it was still hard to believe but Oma Roy did not want to say things that might hurt Yura's feelings, so she preferred to shut up and get up from the bed to the bathroom, taking the towel and picking up one by one his clothes and just leaving from Yura's room.

Back Yura cried, she did not expect that she could do such a cruel thing. However, everything had already happened and this was the only path he had.

"I'm sorry, Om, I have to manipulate things like this" he muttered wiping a tear on the cheek with the back of his hand.

Yura decided to take a shower immediately and get ready to go downstairs. He also wanted to see how Om Roy behaved after all this.

Now Yura's steps felt lighter. He no longer had any fears. Unknowingly his hand touched the surface of his stomach, trying to sense the movements of the little creature that was inside there.

"I'm sorry Mama is such a cowardly Mama, can't tell you about your whereabouts to your real father, P

He is so close to us. You have to understand, son, that Mama has no choice but to keep you a secret from her" Yura's great-grandson tried to establish communication with her future baby.

After all, even if he said about the existence of the fetus in his stomach to Erlang, not necessarily the man was willing to take responsibility. It might even hurt more.

What if he denied that the child that Yura was carrying right now was his flesh blood? The man would definitely say that Yura tried to slander him, trying to ruin his good name, so it was better just like this.

"Good morning everyone," Yura said cheerfully to everyone in the dining room, not least with Erlang.