MySam
Destroyer Woman

Martha stood in front of Harris, fixing the neatly circular old ash tie around the sturdy neck. "Perfect..." he muttered while patting softly chest wrapped with creamy cardigan, in line with his formal shirt.

"Thanks, baby." Harris praised the girl who still looks beautiful even though she has a baby.

Martha gave a small smile, hugging Harris' waist with her head up, her big smile still she drew perfectly on all corners of her pale pink lips.

"Happyly, my husband," replied Martha, still tightening her arms. Harris stared fixedly at the face, as if reluctant to part with the girl who had perfected her life.

"I can't imagine living without you, baby." Harris gently stroked his wife's long brownish curls.

"You and the Ocean will never lose me, baby. We'll always be together." Martha now poked her arms around Harris' sturdy neck, "Now go, I don't want my husband to be a lazy doctor" said Martha. A brief peek at the tip of Harris' lips then turned to the man's side-spinning cheeks.

"All right, I'm leaving first. You're fine at home with our son, okay..."

"Hmmm.... We're waiting for you at dinner tonight." Martha rubbed the lipstick slightly against her husband's cheek.

"I'm trying to get home fast, baby.. See you next...."

Martha received a warm kiss of Harris on her forehead and the tip of her lips, smiling happily sending the departure of the burly man who had changed her entire life.

Slowly Harris' white Jeep Wrangler was seen leaving the courtyard of his mansion. Leaving Martha who already felt missed her husband, but only a few minutes they separated temporarily.

With the Ocean their son who looked very calm was in his warm embrace. Clear round eyes stared at him so warmly. The tiny lips that sometimes made small smiles and laughter looked towards Martha. The small hand of the fat Ocean is often raised, as if to touch Martha's cheek. Ocean's cute smile makes Martha seem to forget her longing for her husband Harris.

"Darling... You'll grow up to be a great guy, like your daddy...." Martha monologues quietly, talking together with her little son. As if Ocean understood what her mother was saying, the tiny baby chuckled, her tiny hands gently caressing Martha's face.

"Iihh... funny really mommy son...." Martha kissed those tiny cheeks. Trying to interact with a baby who is about six months old.

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"Non...." A bibik sound rang out from outside the room, while slowly knocking on the door of the cream-colored room.

"Sorry non, there are guests outside" said the aunt again.

This time it managed to wake Martha up, "Yes bik, wait a minute."

Martha now sat on the edge of the bed, confirming her long brownish hair. Guests....? Wh who? As he remembered he did not hold an appointment with someone today, he thought.

Martha got up wearing a long, light brown cardigan, folded the long cardigan tightly so that it covered the soft silky mini dress. He looked towards the Ocean for a while, the child was still sleeping peacefully in the baby box beside his bed. Martha smiled with relief when the aunt's voice just didn't wake her slumbering son.

"Who's bik?" asked Martha astonished, the aunt who was still waiting for her mistress only shook her head slowly. "Don't know non, the guy's pretty but looks cocky." The aunt replied with a small snort.

"Bibik, don't be the same person. Please bibik keep the Ocean in the room yes, he was booby earlier."

The aunt nodded obediently, "Well, non."

Martha went down the circular staircase, trying to second-guess the guest who the beautiful but arrogant aunt thought.

Martha's eyebrows he pulled partly so see the figure of the girl who is now standing with her hands folded to the waist. Sure enough what the aunt said, the girl was very beautiful, wearing a short dress on the knees of a magenta. The hair that was also brownish in color he let loose, really shiny.

"Good day, sorry may I know who you're looking for?" Martha asked in a gentle tone, smiling slightly towards the woman she did not recognize. Many times Martha tried to remember, maybe she had a friend or friends that she had not met for a long time. But the results remained the same, Martha did not recognize the figure of a beautiful girl strapped straight to the waist.

"Oh so this, the wife of Harris." she said in a cynical tone, looking at Martha from head to toe, a slightly disdainful look on her eyes.

"Yes, I'm doctor Harris' wife. Sorry who are you and what needs to come to my house?"

"Beautiful the hell, but a cheap pity," said the uninvited guest.

Martha's friendly face instantly changed, fully patterning when she heard people she did not recognize call herself 'cheap'.

"Who are you, come to my house and talk to me? Please if there's no interest, please either you get out of my house or I have the security guards expel you."

Martha's stern words did not seem to shrink the woman's guts. He laughed again, looking at Martha's face in front of him.

"I'm Laura, Harris's fiance."

Degs....

Like being struck by thousands of volts of lightning, Martha's body now brushed. A fiancee? Harris' husband? There is no way that her husband this long reneged on their promise in front of the altar of the church.

"Why? Shocked? hahaha....!" again the woman laughed, trying to heat up Martha's heart.

"If only there were no you, Harris and I would be married by now" he continued.

"You are a cheap girl who is just a lustful gratifier mas Harris. Ye know? love mas Harris just for me." The woman grew increasingly, shouting shamelessly at the residence of Martha and Harris. The look of the girl's disdainful eyes seemed to strip Martha of her pride.

Martha could only sculpt, hearing all the words of the girl who claimed to be named Laura earlier. Trying to re-digest the woman's words. Just as a lustful indulgence? Did it come out of Harris' mouth, her husband? Or is it just a foreign girl's wreath? martha's mind was in a state of mind.

"You're shocked, huh?! Just so you know, Harris himself once said that you're just a gratifier, nothing more." The woman grew up, shamelessly shouting at Harris and Martha's mansion.

Making the aunt who was in the upper room suddenly fell in shock when she heard the noise that always called the name of her young mistress. Besides that, the voice of the woman who is like a witch has made the Ocean sleep disturbed. The baby was crying as if feeling the mother's heartache that was currently being felt.

"Sorry non Martha, den Samudra get up and look for non," said the aunt with a worried expression.

"Oh so this is the bastard, huh...?!" continue the woman again.

Martha's blood instantly boiled. Can not be allowed, the woman may insult him but if the mouth that never learned the manners had insulted her son, Martha would not stay silent.

"Never insult my child. Harris his father and my son are not the son you mentioned earlier.....!" Martha paused her sentence. Looked at that beautiful face.

"If once again I hear you dare insult my son. Understand ?!" martha snapped, pointing one of her index fingers right at Laura's face.

The girl started to shudder a little at the expression Martha showed.

"Huhaha.....!" Laura chuckled, trying to hide her discomfort, walked closer towards Martha, circled around Martha's body and looked at her sharply. "We'll see who Harris will choose." Laura is still trying to intimidate.

Cheering belittledly and passed haughtily from before Martha, tapping those ten centimeter heels on the marble floor surface of Martha's mansion.

The clear liquid now began to drip down on both of his white cheeks. "Non.. non who is patient yes." said the aunt who approached with the Ocean in the sling of the middle-aged woman.

Martha tried to smile, seeing the innocent face of the Ocean made her a little calm. Martha took over her son from the aunt's arms. Clutching the Ocean tightly, his occasional warm kiss he landed on the cheek and forehead of the tiny baby.

Harris.... Laura ....

What is the relationship between the two? Has he betrayed his love? Or is that woman just Harris' past?

Martha could not think anymore, getting closer to her little baby who occasionally laughed a little at her. As if the boy was saying, "It's Ok Mommy..... You have me now. I am. your guardian..."

to be continue....