Forced to Become an Actor
Tristan and Alea's anger

Alea was wriggling her body when she felt a bright light hit her face. The beautiful woman slowly opened her eyes, and it was true that it was already noon.

Alea got up, he stretched his muscles until it created a distinctive sound. Alea circulated her gaze throughout the room, the room looked foreign to her.

Ahh yes, Alea had forgotten that she had stayed overnight at Tristan's house after picking up the drunken man at the club.

Alea got up, he tried to find Mondy who was not there. The man left and decided to go to the office.

"It's only 7 in the morning, there's no way Mr. Mondy's leaving so early." Alea said with a distinctive sound of waking up.

Alea stared at the quiet living room, all night sleeping on the soft sofa, which was padded beyond his bed at home.

Alea turned to look at Tristan's room not far from where he was standing. He wondered whether Tristan was conscious or not.

Alea's feet slowly stepped closer to the room, but it was only a few steps away, suddenly the door opened, and it shocked Alea.

"Well?!"

"Alea, what are you doing there?" asked Mondy with a narrowed look.

"Eh .. anu, sir. I was looking for you, Tristan sir is better?" ask Alea.

Mondy glanced at the closed door and looked back at Alea.

"Here, the conditions are much better." Answer Mondy coldly.

Alea scrimped her clothes, now it's time for her to go home and run away. Alea would reason to go home to prepare for the office, but she would not return to the office.

"Sir, can I go home?" asked Alea fearfully.

"Sure, you have to get ready for the office." Mondy answered.

Alea was relieved, she flipped over and was ready to leave. But Mondy's voice stopped her steps.

"But before that, meet Mr. Tristan first." Mondy said as she opened the door to the man's room.

Alea flipped over, he swallowed his lump of saliva with difficulty. Alea glanced slightly, he was afraid that Tristan would hold a knife and kill him inside, let alone that he was alone.

"Sir, but I can be late and my salary is cut." Alea tried to find an excuse.

"If you don't see Mr. Tristan, then not only your salary, but your neck will be cut." Mondy's savage.

Alea flinched, he grew even more frightened just hearing Mondy speak. The man when he spoke was always sharp.

"Hurry in!" said Mondy who was still holding the doorknob.

Alea stepped up, he looked inside the room before finally entering. Mondy also came in, and Alea saw no one.

"Sit there, Mr. Tristan is in the bathroom." Mondy pointed to the sofa in the room.

Alea closed her eyes, for some reason she imagined that the sofa was the place of her execution to pay for her intentions all along.

"Sir, I'll just go home?" bargain Alea, but not reciprocated by Mondy.

Alea sighed, he had no other choice but to follow Mondy's direction. Slowly Alea sat down on the sofa and waited until Tristan came out.

The sound of the key in a swivel, then followed by the open door made Alea reflexively close her eyes while clasping her own hands.

"Lord, am I going to see you today?" inner Alea.

"You can get out." Pinta Tristan was slow, and was immediately followed by Mondy.

Tristan restored her hair, she folded her arms around her chest and walked over to Alea who lowered her head.

"Give your head and answer my question!" tristan said firmly.

Alea slowly raised her head, she ventured to look at Tristan who was looking at her sharply.

Alea could see the murderous gaze from Tristan, he was afraid that the man had actually killed him today.

"Why are you doing this huh?! You told Fade to ruin my house, didn't you?" asked Tristan in a high tone.

Alea's body trembled, he did not dare to answer anything as he had not spoken to Fade yet.

"P-pak, I .." Alea hung up her words, her lips felt faint to speak.

"You're not gagu, Alea. Answer my question, before I completely shut your mouth." Pinta Tristan is getting impatient.

"I need the money." Lirih Alea in the end.

Tristan laughed disparagingly. "Gosh, so you're willing to sell your girl for money?" ask Tristan.

"Why not just be a paid woman, Alea?" tristan asked, looking down on Alea.

Alea was already crying, he did not have the courage to answer Tristan even though his heart was very sick.

"Java!" tristan snapped because Alea was silent.

"I don't want to." Tweet Alea trembling.

Tristan approached, he gripped Alea's shoulder heartlessly.

"Esteemed and respected men like me, it would be impossible to be tempted by a lowly woman like you, Alea!" tristan said with anger.

"After I enjoyed you that night, don't expect me to take responsibility. I wouldn't marry a woman like you." Tristan continued with endless insults.

Alea got up, he then slapped Tristan's face which had greatly lowered him.

"Get your talk, Tristan Sagara Kusuma." Alea said so boldly.

Alea's index finger floated in front of Tristan's slightly surprised face at Alea's reactive action.

"You call me a cheap woman? Yes, this cheesy guy is the one you enjoy and you take away his honor." Snarl Alea just like Tristan earlier.

"You don't want to be responsible? Please, I don't need any accountability from you either. I have never liked a man like you!" added Alea getting higher.

Tristan tightened his jaws as Alea started discussing their matter first. Tristan saw that Alea had already walked over to the door and was about to exit.

Tristan gave chase, he endured Alea's departure by holding the woman's hand.

"You have failed to destroy my household, so be my mistress, Azzalea Quinera." Said Tristan lightly.

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There is one comment that says my story looks like the next door, even though from the plot he and I are different. I've been writing always based on my own imagination, never take people's stories 😌