Forced To Be Injured By Love
A Reality

"That's... It really is Mas Tiyo right? Why is he the same sister of Atika? " Miana was fixated with a deep curiosity while muttering to herself, her steps kept swinging when she found out that her husband was currently walking with his biological sister. More precisely he felt a great shock that left him half-dead, and this was the first of his life. His steps continued to swing until without Miana realizing, he was already in a 5-star hotel. He looked closely at the two people who really knew it. The two of them walked hand in hand into the hotel. They stopped right in front of the receptionist while saying what it was, for sure Miana's hearing could not reach the voice of what was said by her brother and husband.

"What are they doing here? " With an excited curiosity, Miana continued to follow the two of them. After Tiyo and Atika finished their administration, they went back to join hands and entered the elevator so friendly. Like a couple of lovers.

"I should know what they're doing" After Tiyo and Atika are out of sight, Miana immediately comes out of hiding and rushes to the receptionist table. And before that he had put on a face mask and removed the hairband that held his hair together, leaving the black and long crown unraveled.

"Excuse me..." Miana said with a hoarse voice resisting the heat that was burning her heart. Immediately the receptionist in front of him stood up to greet the guests.

"Good night, how can we help you? " Ask the receptionist with as friendly service as possible.

"Emmm... Yes, yes, I want to ask. Ma'am remembered the two people who had just entered, Prasetiyo Nugraha the same Atika Marsela" Miana with a tight chest tried to speak as normally as possible.

"Sorry, maybe you're wrong" with a smile as friendly as possible, the receptionist answered her response from Miana.

"Don't you think I don't know ya mbak... It's..." Miana showed me a photo she had just taken of her husband Tiyo with her sister Atika.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but we're just protecting the rights of the customers here. They were a couple, we didn't want the customer's break to be interrupted" The receptionist's reply left Miana barely able to breathe. Immediately he took a deep breath to neutralize his heart that was already so filled with an angry lust.

"Wife Husband? " ask Miana was full of shock.

"Right mistress, they were a couple" The receptionist was still patiently serving.

"Did she use the name Miana Damayanti? " Tanya Miana is back. And the receptionist nodded.

"Are you not checking properly who the visitors are coming? " This time Miana raised her voice slightly, and the voice that spoke broke when she said it. The receptionist was astonished at the question from the woman in front of him.

"What does madam mean? " In surprise, the officer asked.

"Is the woman in the wedding book photo the same as me? " a question that immediately got an answer from the expression of the two receptionists. They immediately reopened the copy of the marriage book used by Tiyo and Atika to stay at the hotel.

"Mrs how do you mean, this photo is very similar to yours? " Slowly the officer matched the resemblance between the woman in the photo and the woman in front of him.

"Do we have to believe you, madam. Who knows, you have other plans by claiming to be Miana Damayanti, the wife of Mr. Prasetiyo" The receptionist casually replied. It must also maintain the right to satisfaction of hotel customers by not providing information to others.

"So you don't believe it? Do I have to give any other evidence? " Said Miana, who at that time there were some people who were also waiting in line behind her. Miana unscrupulously opened her phone, and showed me a wallpaper that turned out to be her, Tiyo and her two daughters.

"How ? " it was heard that the receptionist nudged the arms of his colleagues to decide this problem.

"If anything happens to both of them, I will sue you" this time Miana threatened. And both of those receptionists looked anxious.

"Can we talk about it first. But let those in line serve me first madam" Politely, the frightened receptionist offered something. And behind the mask Miana was wearing, a lip curled a smile. A smile of bitterness, fearing that what is wishful will come true. Slowly, Miana backtracked to invite some guests who would stay to be served first. He was sitting in a chair in the lobby.

Almost 25 minutes passed. Some of the people waiting in line have left.

"Mrs, what can I do to help you? " Task a receptionist in front of Miana.

"I asked for your number" Miana opened a QR code to get what she did. After that, he left. It was impossible to make a scene at the hotel. In the end, she must recount what will happen tonight between her husband and her widowed brother.

Miana held her phone tightly. He immediately called his driver to the lobby. I can't think clearly, forgetting that Parlan was being invited to pretend to leave town. Strangely, Parlan came. With the quickest movement possible, Miana immediately walked quickly towards the vehicle with a number plate that was very easy to memorize. Someone got out of the car intending to open the car door for Miana. But late. Miana did it herself. And when she was about to enter, the high heels used by Miana sprained. Not yet he fell, two heavy hands supporting his body which now feels so weak. The sturdy body that now carries Miana's body, with a deep gaze watching closely. A lethargic face with eyes looks so tired. Da... Miana seemed to have no purpose in life, those eyes looked so desperate. The man continued to look at Miana. A few moments the gaze met and locked onto each other's gazes. Until a voice resuscitated them both. Miana with her shock, and the foreign man with his cold expression.

"Sorry madam, sir..." A driver called Miana earlier disperse her second daydream.

"Thank you, sir, you helped my lady. Otherwise, Miss Miana will fall. Thank you very much" Politely, Miana's driver named Mr. Parlan said everything. The man immediately let go of Miana, then nodded.

"So he's fine" That's the only answer the masked man gave, and then he left.

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