MY MOTHER'S BODY IS BEHIND THE HOUSE
Pov Melinda's

Author: Adeviaaa14

Chapter-12

POV Melinda

"Detach .. I beg you to let go," I rebelled, as the clothed old man wanted to embrace me.

"I've paid you dearly, so you must obey all my will baby" said the old man, unbending his seatbelt and pulling my body.

The old man was Om Hadi, he was my customer, and Om Hadi was my eighth customer.

I sold myself to this rich old man. After graduating High School, I worked abroad to become a TKW for three years. But there I was not respected like a human being, sometimes I was harassed by my employer. Since I could not stand the violence and harassment there, I returned to my home country.

I have a friend from the village who is now a rich woman, she advises me to work. But who would have thought, the job is to be a sugar baby or a mistress of a rich man. At first I refused my friend's advice. However, because I saw she was already a successful woman, I became interested in trying it.

I am starting to enjoy my work now. I'm going to sell my body with a contract to rich men. I told my father about my new job, I thought he would be angry, but my father supported me because he also enjoyed the results of my work. From then on I started to enjoy the rupiah coffers, I could buy whatever I wanted, and change my appearance by doing surgery to beautify my face, and change my body to be more sexy like a Spanish guitar.

"Please understand, I don't want it now, Om." I tried to take his hand off my body, then bit his finger.

"Aw, you brash!" pain groans. When Om Hadi let go of his hand, I didn't waste the opportunity to get out of the car. However, Om Hadi soon caught up with me, and managed to pull my shirt.

"Where are you going, baby, you can't run from me!"

I rebelled. "Let go!"

I looked around, there were some people who were just watching the caributans of us both. "Please!" I wish someone would help me escape this old man.

"Don't anyone dare help her!" Threatened them, and Om Hadi pulled my arm and grabbed my hair.

"O baby, you have to obey my orders. If not ...." Om Hadi raised his hand. However, when I wanted to slap me ....

Bughh!!

Om Hadi. A man in neat office clothes beat up the old man. I gasped as he stood up for me, until I could finally breathe a sigh of relief as Om Hadi left, and the crowd of people who were just staring at us was dispersed by him.

However, my eyes widened as I looked at the man's face. I know him very well, he is Aryan Wijaya. The man I've been looking for, he's the man who made me lose my only brother ten years ago.

She was astonished when I called her name, apparently she did not recognize me. When I mentioned who I was, she was very surprised, even looking at me with an incredulous look due to my change in appearance. He offered to take me home, of course I would. Because this is the beginning of the game. Since that meeting, he and I have met often, not even infrequently I give my fake attention to him.

My house and Aryan are close together. But I just met him. Because as long as I was a sugar baby, I lived out of town in my apartment. Destiny is on my side. I don't have to be tired of looking for Aryan, because he came to me alone. Still I give a little spice love to him, so that this game is more exciting.

Attempts do not betray results. I managed to make Aryan fall in love with me, and we were in a relationship. Because that was my goal all along, getting into the life of an Aryan Wijaya to destroy his life. I will take revenge on his family and his life.

During my relationship with Aryan, I never asked her anything, because I didn't want Aryan to suspect me, I had to be a good woman in front of her.

When my relationship with Aryan has stepped on for more than one year, Aryan decided to marry me immediately, of course I am very happy because soon I will become a mistress and I will seize all of Aryan's property. However, Aryan told me on the phone that her mother would match her to someone else. Of course I was very angry after hearing it. However, luckily Aryan chose the right decision to keep me.

I'm propelling my bike. It didn't take long for me to reach my destination. I stopped my motto on the street in front of his house. However, I saw a car parked in Aryan's yard.

I wonder who came to his house, because all I know is that Aryan is still in his office. I want to see it, but there's no way I'm passing through the front, because there's a security guard guard. I was thinking maybe through the alley next to his house. Because all I know is that the alley is connected to the dump yard next to his house.

I parked my bike next to his house. I walked into the alley, there was a small iron gate that turned out to be unlocked.

Slowly, I opened the fence. Only the kitchen can enter the house. Fortunately the kitchen door opened a little, I carefully looked at the situation inside, but there was no one in the kitchen. However, I heard the sound of a step towards here, I immediately looked for a place to hide.

Before that person came, I hid under the dining table, fortunately this long tablecloth managed to cover my body below. But before long, I heard footsteps coming toward the dining table.

"Corn, sit! Don't rush home, we'll eat first! There's so much I want to talk about" said someone. I know very well, it was the voice of Aunt Rita, Aryan's mother.

"Ah Jeng Rita, I've always troubled you," said someone who knows who, but I can guess, the voice was from someone who was Aryan's mother's age.

"Don't say that, I'm glad you came here" replied Aunt Rita. "Look for Aisyah, sit down baby!" Declared.

'Aisha? Who's he?' my inner

"Wait for the food to be ready, let's have a chat first, Jeng" said Aunt Rita. "Nak Aisha Masyaallah is beautiful, pious, reciting the Qur'an again. Now it's Istiqamah, baby, wearing the niqab. Aunty did not choose the wrong woman to be his wife Aryan," he continued.

I sharpened my hearing. 'So, whose name is Ayesha is the woman to be betrothed by her mother?' my inner

"Alhamdulillah. God willing, Auntie." the woman's reply sounded very soft.

"Jeng, did Aryan know that Aisyah was his childhood friend?" Ask the woman, who I believe that the one who asked was Aisyah's mother. "I still remember Jeng, Aryan used to come to my house just to invite Aisyah to play, Aryan often said that Aryan likes Aisyah. Though he was still snot," he continued while chuckling.

'What? So that woman was Aryan's childhood friend?' my inner.

"Aryan doesn't know about it yet, it looks like Aryan forgot about you. Because it's been almost 17 years, never to see you again" replied Aunt Rita. "It turns out Aryan told you that too? You know Jeng, Aryan used to always chatter about Aisyah, even always praise her beautiful face Aisyah," he continued. Then there was laughter from both of them.

"Then how did Aryan respond to the preparation of our son's matchmaking, Jeng? Maybe Aryan already has a boyfriend?"

"I don't think about the response from my son Jeng. Jeng Lestari calmed down, Aryan has a lover or not, this matchmaking must be carried out. What's more, I know Aryan still keeps his picture together with son Aisyah when he was in SD, and there are some photos of Aisyah as a child that I found in his room. If Aryan knew that Aisha was Nindia, surely Aryan would have accepted this match," replied Aunt Rita, who managed to make me ride the apoplexy. But I hold it, because I don't want them to know that I'm hiding under the dining table.

'I will not let this match happen. I have to make a dispute between Aryan and that woman. But how is it?' my thinking.

There was a sound of steps towards the dining table. "The food is ready, ma'am, please!" said someone, who I knew was the voice of Aryan's maid.

The sound began to be quiet when they ate, only the sound of the clang of a spoon clashing with other objects.

My eyes were round when I saw a sheet of tissue falling from the table.

'Ware!' my inner.