Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)

Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
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At the office, I got off quickly from the car. Good thing it's still early so not many people see that I'm in a car with Mr. Dante.


"Thank you sir, I'm ahead" I said.


I walked quickly inside before being seen by fanatical fan Mr. Dante, I better secure myself.


I took a deep breath when I got to the elevator.


"Basasas women itch."


I was shocked when I heard a voice beside me, immediately turning my head. This is the woman from yesterday who asked me to stay away from Mr. Dante. I don't know who he is, like he has a high position in this company.


"What do you mean?" I asked to look at this woman sharply. There are-there are people who deliberately provoke my emotions so that I am angry.


"You don't know who I am?" Eh he instead asked back by folding his hands together in the chest, his smile looks sneaky and annoying.


"No" I answered quickly.


The woman seemed annoyed to hear my answer, what's wrong? I don't really know him.


"I'm Mr. Dante's future wife, so don't you dare approach my future husband" she said, pushing the new me with her index finger as if I were a virus she should avoid.


"Oh."


I just have oh Ri. I'm not interested in Mr. Dante's relationship with that woman. I don't even that's none of my business.


"Why just oh?" ask her like she's angry.


I snorted, "Then what should I say?" ask me to roll expensive eyeballs. God, I forgot to hand out the yellow rice I bought earlier. Even the breakfast of Mr. Dante I brought.


"Why aren't you surprised?!" the hardic.


"What should I be surprised for? Is this my business?" I shook my head salute. I have no business with them.


"Aren't you close to Mr. Dante because you look like his late wife?" the accusation looked at me suspiciously.


I've been expecting a lot of people to misunderstand Mr. Dante's kindness to me. We are as close as others say. I am also not flirtatious with Mr. Dante especially to seek attention for the sake of being liked by him.


"It's a shame not so," I replied. "I'm saying goodbye, ma'am" I said out of the elevator.


I took a long breath. Missing trouble with Divta, now even Mr. Dante. When will my life be quiet from the accusations of those people? Is it because I'm a widow so everyone thinks I'm wild? Approaching them and draining their money and possessions?


"For Ra" said Mira.


"Mir's Eve," I replied. "Please share this breakfast with others" I said, giving Mira the bag I was carrying.


"Thank you, Ra," said Mira.


I sat in my chair and took a deep breath. Work piled up on the table. I haven't been in for a long time, of course the reports are piling up.


"Ra, are you okay?" mira asked me to look at me full of search.


I'm never okay. Even I want to say that all this time, I've never been good. Too much has happened beyond my predictions and thinking.


"I'm fine, Mir" I replied.


"Good morning, Mr. Ara, I called Mr. Dante into the room" reported one of the staff who may have worked as a subordinate to Mr. Dante.


"Yes sir" I replied.


"Tumben called, what's up?" ask Mira curiously.


"I don't know either" I replied.


I got out of my seat with a bag of crackles, breakfast for Mr. Dante.


"For Mr."


"Please come in, Ra," she said, letting me in.


I entered and bowed politely in front of him. If it's outside the office, maybe we're telling stories like regular friends. But in our office are strangers doing their own chores.


"Sir, this is my breakfast" I said.


"Thank you, Ara," he said, putting the files he read on the table.


"What did you call me here? Yesterday's report is in process sir because I just entered today" I continued.


"I don't want to discuss work" he said, folding both hands in the chest.


"Then?" my forehead creased and looked at him with question marks.


"I hope whatever you hear about me, you don't judge me badly" he said.


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"Mama!" exclaim Naro.


"Son." I smiled to welcome my son.


Mira and I picked Naro up for lunch, and after this I will take Naro home. Chelsea's threats yesterday made me worry about the safety of the children. I'm afraid Chelsea are not satisfied.


"Siang Naro," said Mira.


"Mira's late Aunt" Naro replied as he shook Mira's hand.


"Hungry?" Naro nodded.


The three of us got into Mira's car. In order to avoid Mr. Dante, I asked Mira to pick me up. Thank goodness Mira didn't mind.


"Have not thought too much" said Mira calming.


"I still can't forget Mas Galvin, Mir," I said with a long sigh.


"I get. I was in your position, too" replied Mira.


I nodded, though I tried to amuse myself with many things. Still I can't rise from the heartbreak that left my heart numb.


"So Mr. Dante called you into his room to talk about what?" ask Mira curiously.


"The problem is Ms. Tensa" I replied.


Mira was surprised, "Why? You have a problem with him?" ask Mira again.


I shook my head, "Nothing. But yesterday she said she was Mr. Dante's future wife" I explained.


"Silter." Mira belittles. "He's been obsessed with Mr. Dante for a long time. Even when Mr. Dante still has a wife" Mira explained.


"You seem to know all about Mr. Dante, Mir?" say me. Mira is the gossip queen.


"Yes, I've been working for ten years in Mr. Dante's company, I know for sure" Mira replied, rolling her eyes lazily.


"But why would Mr. Dante have to explain it to me? I don't care if Ms. Tensa is his future wife. It's none of my business, anyway" I said in surprise.


Mr. Dante explained in detail that he and Ms. Tensa did not have any relationship, even though he had been friendly. I just nod and say yes, whether I want a relationship or not is not my business.


"Jeez, Ara so all this time you didn't know?" mira looked upset.


I'm shaking. How do I know, what should I know?


"Sir Dante likes you. If he had no feelings, there was no way he would come to the hospital every day to pick Nara up. And just now, he painstakingly explained his relationship and Bu Tensa to you so you wouldn't misunderstand."


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