Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Despondent
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Living life as usual.
Pov Diandra.
I walked down the company corridor. Today I don't want to take the elevator, I chose to take the emergency stairs. I have a strange habit of doing unusual things in trouble. Like climbing stairs or sitting on a tree. Unfortunately because I already have children, that habit I rarely do again.
"Why are all the bad guys" I said
My tears are tired. Instantly my world is shattered when I learn that Nara and Naro are the men of a former mother-in-law and Lucia. I can't stop thinking what kind of revenge they've pinned on me. Though I have followed the words of mother to part with Mas Galvin. I also did not take the gono-gini treasure from my ex-husband. But why are my former in-laws and ex-honey, so wicked and willing to do this cruel thing just for their satisfaction.
I'm not letting them off. As Divta says, if necessary they should be on death row for premeditated murder. However, even if they were put to death it would not make Nara walk again. Now Nara is paralyzed and sitting in a wheelchair.
I climbed one by one these emergency stairs. If I don't think about the kids, maybe I'll just end my life by dropping down and dying and my problems will be over.
However, seeing the sweet smile on Nara's face every morning, was like pulling me back to the real world. The 10-year-old boy accepted his condition. During this time Nara never complained or was embarrassed even though sometimes in school many bullied him.
I was amazed to see the personality of my children who had grown up before his time. Especially since losing a father.
"What ka_"
"Aaaaaaaa," I shouted shut my eyes and it was certain that my body would bounce down.
I felt someone pull my hand into a hug. For a moment I was silent and slowly my eyes opened. My heart was pounding when I imagined my body would be blown to pieces and this is who hugged me.
The heartbeat of this person who hugged me was heard from outside because my ears were attached to his chest. His hands were protecting my head.
Long we both dissolved in this warm embrace. I don't know who hugged me. If he hadn't pulled me, I might have been a part of hell now.
"Are you okay?" tanyakanya.
Soon I let go. My heart is pounding, not because of this man's hug. But because of the fear that's lurking in there.
"Sir Dante," I said unexpectedly.
"Kanaoa's passing the emergency stairs?" her question looked at me sharply. "If you fall how? What the hell are you thinking, why walk while daydreaming?" his pedicab. Why does this guy look angry
"Sorry sir" I said lowered my head.
The rice bushel that Divta gave her earlier, fell down. So that the contents inside her splattered. I stared at the sad rice. If Aunt Asni finds out, she'll be sad.
There was a sigh coming from Mr. Dante's mouth. Why is this guy here?
"Next time don't go through here. Unless the elevator breaks down" he warned.
"Okay sir" I replied
Right now I can't think of anything else. My head is filled with problems about my two children.
"Make me coffee!" his orders then sauntered away from me.
I just realized because it was too busy daydreaming I could not remember if it had reached the top floor. Imagine how many stairs I have climbed.
I headed to my study to put down the bag before making coffee for the boss.
"For Ra" said Mira.
"Mir's Eve," I replied.
"You why? How pale?" ask Mira worried
"It's okay, Mir," I'm. "Where's the mister pantry?" I asked Mira.
"You what?" mira's forehead wrinkled in wonder.
"Wait," Mira held my hand. "Sir Dante asked you to make him coffee?" ask Mira to make sure.
"Yes, why?" this time I was curious.
"You know not that Mr. Dante is a widower. His wife died while giving birth to her child" Mira explained.
"I don't know" I replied.
I don't have time to take care of other people's lives because my life has not been taken care of and is even very messy. So I'm not interested in wanting to know the affairs of the people around me.
"Pity Mr. Dante, Ra. Handsome, rich but no wife. If he wants to accept this old virgin as his wife, I want to be the mother of his son," said Mira while imagining the face of Mr. Dante.
I shook my head while smiling. People here also do not know if my status is a widow, other than Mr. Hendri and Mr. Dante. That's also me being asked when I first got to work here.
"Yes, I want to make the boss a coffee first" I told Mira. If you continue to serve Mira talk can be endless.
I walked into the pantry and made coffee for Mr. Dante, I don't know his taste. But she definitely doesn't like sweet things.
"Mother Ara yaa" said one woman.
"Yes Ma'am, I'm Ara," I said.
"Greetings, Mom. I'm Marti cleaning service here. Don't call me, just call Mbok Marti" said Mbok Marti.
"Yes Mbok Marti" he said.
"Who's the coffee for, ma'am?" ask Mbok Marti curious.
"Sir Boss, Mbok," I replied.
I brought a tray of bitter coffee with a little sugar. I'm gathering mentally if Dante latai coffee made me not according to his taste.
My steps stopped when I saw a woman walking toward Mr. Dante's room. A beautiful woman with clothes less size so that it displays her cleavage and her white legs. Her body was as tall as an international class model.
I walked towards Mr. Dante's room as I approached the woman.
"Who are you?" her question looked at me from the tip of the foot to the end of the hair.
"I'm Ara, Mom. The new financial kasie. I want to take my coffee to my father's room" I replied.
"Oh."
She looked at me cynically, but I didn't care. I don't know this woman.
Tok tok tok tok
"Lake in."
I went in and was followed by the woman behind me.
"Darling," call her spoiled.
Suddenly Mr. Dante looked at us. His face instantly changed when he saw the woman behind me.
"Sorry sir, this is your coffee" I said, putting the coffee on Mr. Dante's desk.
"What are you doing here?" her question looks dislike
"I miss you, baby," said the spoiled woman. Why do I feel like I want to vomit to hear what he said?
"I'm sorry sir," said Pamit.
"Ara, you stay here!" the Decree of Mr. Dante.
Seriate.....