Patience in Wounds (Stupidity)
139. Bribed and Humiliated

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After finishing cleaning himself and wearing a shirt owned by Mike that length is only above the knee. Febby came out of the room to fill her stomach. He went down to the first floor, passed the stairs.

Febby, who came down the stairs in a big shirt, suddenly made the male and female servants turn to look at him. Even the eyes of the men there did not blink looking at the body of the woman who lived in his master's house.

"So your eyes!! Don't look at the lady like that, do you not want to work here anymore" said bi Ida, the longest-serving waiter to work for Mike.

The servants immediately lowered their heads, "Indeed who he is, not just the mistress of the Master. Women are not really."

The man's words were so piercing in Febby's ear that he accidentally heard. The woman paused for a moment to look at them, but then she walked back to the table. There is more important than responding to people's scorn. He could not make his son wait long until he was starving.

"You!! If Mr. Mike hears, you'll not only lose your job but lose your ability to speak." Bi Ida warned the waiter, if he could he would have fired the man.

"You remember very well that Miss Febby is the future lady of this house. Never speak original again if you still want to be able to talk," said bi Ida. He's the one who's been ignited by emotion, because he already considers Mike his own son.

The servant immediately asked for forgiveness, if it was true that the woman was the prospective Madam in this house. Then he's finished if mister Mike knows what he has said.

"Bi, please don't tell Mister. I'm sorry, please help me bi. My son is small." He begged bi Ida, crying regretting his actions. His eyes that had been staring naf*su at Febby were disastrous.

"Go away, let the master decide that he's back !!" Bi Ida refused to apologize to men who usually look down on women.

"It's not my fault bi, that woman who has made me think so. Look at his clothes, it's like ja*Lang and he lives in a man's house with no marriage ties. What's his name if not a stash." The man said out loud, what was on his mind.

It is so sad, as low as a woman in the eyes of a man. What all men consider themselves the most sacred, to be able to judge women at will.

Plaque!!

Bi Ida's hand floated and landed right on the cheek of the man who had no such feeling. As a woman, bi Ida did not accept what the man said. Perhaps it was the image of the minds of men all this time, and men before him as an example.

Men should judge women by their clothes alone, should all women be covered. The answer is no, the wrong thing is not us women. But the eyes of men who always imagine the curves of the female body. Want the woman to dress covered until wearing a veil, if the man looked then thought of dirty things instead of the same.

To blame is precisely the way men think that always look at women with na*fsu. So don't blame the woman who dresses sexy, but blame the man who thinks dirty.

"Go before my patience runs out!" jolt bi Ida full of anger and pointed her index finger at the exit.

"But I'm not wrong bi, you have no right to fire me." The man was clinging to his thoughts and was not to blame.

"Bi..," call Febby on bi Ida.

Bi who heard it immediately approached Febby who was sitting at the dining table. "Yes Non" said bi Ida.

"Could you please get me some bi breakfast" said Febby, without caring about the commotion he of course heard.

While the man who got the sharp glances did not feel guilty at all and did not intend to apologize to Febby. Her thoughts were still the same, for her Febby was a mistress who did not deserve to be respected.

At most he will also be thrown away if master is bored. Thought petty.

POV Febby

I heard everything, all the insults that the servant threw at me. My blood was boiling for a moment, wanting to taste like I was stuffing that savage mouth with coals of fire.

But I kept quiet and did nothing. I just held my hand and stared blankly at the dining table in front of me.

Yeah, why would I be upset if what the waiter said was true. I am not a good woman, I am a despicable woman and I am not worthy of respect.

I like to peddle my body to men just to meet my biological needs. I used to sleep with different men and I once wanted to snatch people's husbands. And now that I'm pregnant out of wedlock and living in a man's house without a bond, I deserve to be called a mistress.

I deserve that insult, I won't stop him from thinking bad things about me.

On the other hand, my heart warmed as bi Ida defended me and told me that I was the future Madam in this house. I felt like I was dreaming, my body was floating and soaring high.

But I threw that thought away. I realized who I was. Even though I'm pregnant with Mike's son, I don't expect much from our relationship. Maybe that guy is the same, think of me as a woman ja*Lang. She must have known when she first did it to me, she knew that I was no longer a virgin.

Maybe that's why he gave me his black card as payment for wearing my body. And his kind attitude to me was only because I was pregnant with his child.

But I don't care and don't want to know all that. I was happy when Mike looked at me and treated me well. I want to enjoy my time, while there's still a chance to be next to Mike. If necessary after this child is born I want to get pregnant again. And so on, so I can stay by Mike's side.

Maybe I'm crazy, yeah I'm crazy. But I really only felt that kind of attention from a man for the first time. Would it be wrong for me to get that kind of attention forever. It's wrong if I want to stay with Mike.

But I realized, maybe it's all just my imagination that's too high. Mike couldn't possibly let a woman like me be next to him. Maybe later, when Mike finds his love, a much better woman than me. Then I should be ready to let go.

Like Revan loved his wife, a far better woman than me.

POV end

to be continue...

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The trials of people who want to turn into good are many... Sad I was...😭😭

Good luck, Feb...