REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS
Chapter 98's

 In a quiet house, a man walked quietly in a dark and dim room. His steady steps lead to a woman sitting daydreaming in front of a large window that shows the night view out there.

"Nina bobo .. oh Nina bobo .. if not bobo in the bite of a mosquito," the woman's humming softly, while swaying her body does not look thin and frail, she said, the woman hugged her own body staring blankly outwards as if oblivious to the arrival of the man behind her.

Tringggg

 Suddenly the man's cell phone rang, with a quick movement the man took his phone and picked up the call from an anonymous contact.

"Hello, how did it go?" said cold.

 No word from the phone because the man did not turn on the Loudspeaker of his phone.

 But a moment later his smile broadened, looking cold and cunning with the look of the eagle's eyes that were so cold and somewhat frightening.

"Good! You work well, after this everything will get easier. Hurry up if you want your mother to survive, Robin." the man said flatly and firmly making his interlocutor can not argue but assent.

 Immediately after confirming his phone call, the man walked back to where the wife was and stroked the hair of the woman who did not respond to her existence at all. Peeping the dry hair slowly and inhaling the aroma that has always been the candlestick.

"Calm down, dear Amelie. In a moment, we will soon be reunited with our twins. And I, Edwin, will never let them out of our hands again, I promise you that, dear" whispered Edwin in the ear of his wife who was still staring blankly out there.

 But in the corner of her eyes, the clear water flowed as if there was still a corner of her heart that understood and digested well the meaning of her husband's words.

"My son .. my son ..," said Amelie heartbreakingly, Edwin rubbed the corner of his eyes and hugged his woman in his warm arms.

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"Mom, why don't you come here?" asked Sarah on the phone to Miss Ellen who had not been seen visiting her residence for several days.

 Though usually, every week the great mistress will not be absent to just visit the princess' house.

"No, Momy just .. just not feeling well" said Miss Ellen across the street.

 Sarah sighed deeply, then sat down on the edge of her bed.

"Did Momy not miss the triplets?" angling Sarah, actually Sarah has another purpose to meet her mother just that she does not want to show it too much.

 Madam Ellen sounded a sigh, then a slight noisy voice dominated her voice. Maybe the sound of a magazine or a bed or something like Sarah is less certain.

"Levil, Momy always misses them every day" he said after a while Sarah waited.

"Then why not come?" lure Sarah again, even though she already knows why her mother looks evasive.

"Momy just ... just .. ah, well Mommy will come there. Just wait, Momy will arrive soon," concluded Miss Ellen in the end and then turn off her phone connection.

 Madam Ellen squeezed her phone firmly, pressing it on the chest while stomping her breath with all her might.

"Well, hopefully it will be nothing," he hissed and hurriedly moved and grabbed his handbag.

"Sir, please take me to Sarah's house." Mrs Ellen gave orders to her family's private driver and got in the car, avoiding the burning sun.

"Go to the house of Non Sarahnya or want to stop by Madam first?" ask the driver who already knows the list of destinations of Miss Ellen if they want to visit the princess' house.

"As usual" said Miss Ellen, putting her handbag by the side and picking up her phone.

 The driver nodded obediently and began to drive his vehicle across the highway at moderate speed.

 There was no response from Mr. Bryan because Mrs Ellen did not activate the loudspeaker of her phone.

"Momy is going to Sarah's house, already on her way," he said again.

 Madame Ellen pressed the base of her nose slowly and took a deep breath.

"Alright, Dad. Well, let's hope they believe it" he added, then turned off his phone connection and rubbed the corner of his eyes that began to water.

 The car stopped in front of a cake shop next to a children's toy store.

"Madam, we've arrived" said the chauffeur, but enough to make the distraught Mrs Ellen gasp.

"Oh, okay. Come with me for a minute, I need your help" Mrs Ellen said as she drove her driver out of the car.

 In the cake shop, Miss Ellen immediately ordered Sarah's favorite cake that she always brought every time to her home. Bolu roll pandan cheese and chocolate towel cake, usually the mistress Ellen will make it herself for the child but since the last few days it seems that the spirit to cook it began to fall, at home, Mrs Ellen prefers delivery instead of cooking, and fortunately Mr. Bryan did not protest at all.

 Three boxes of cake are in the driver's hands now with step width Miss Ellen directly headed to the toy store next door and began looking for toys suitable for her three grandchildren. Two ball-shaped dolls and one light pink bear-shaped fruit.

 After paying for everything and taking her into the car, they rush on their way to Sarah's house. And it didn't take long, they finally arrived and the driver swiftly dropped all the items that Miss Ellen had bought as a hand for her grandchildren.

"Madam, wait." the driver interjected and made Miss Ellen who was about to knock on the door to become stuck.

"Why, Sir?" tanyanya.

 The driver hurriedly followed Mrs Ellen to Sarah's doorstep while carrying a cake box.

"It's a miss, Madam." The driver gave the box of cake to Miss Ellen, but was quickly rejected.

"No, not missing it is for you. Your wife's birthday today, right? I remember, so all I bought," concluded Miss Ellen with a gentle smile.

 The driver bowed and thanked me many times, his eyes wet and reddened so happy with the gift of Miss Ellen who might be equivalent to a few days of her salary.

"Already, stop thanking me once I'm so bad. It's just a cake, that's all I can give to your wife. May she recover soon, yes" said Miss Ellen sincerely.

 The driver nodded many times.

"Thank you again, ma'am. May also the prayer of the Lady in the almighty Ijabah on my wife's birthday, may also the prayer of our adopted son who in the boarding school can make Gusti Allah SWT raise his illness," said the driver bitterly while rubbing his wet eyes with a box of cake still perched in his hands in his hands tightly as if he would not be released again.

 Mrs Ellen nodded and patted the driver on the shoulder who had been loyal to her family even since Ms Ellen was a child and the driver's father was the driver. Like yes, workers are hereditary and already like their own family.

"Go home, tell your wife to take good care of your daughter. And if you will, I will give you a piece of land so that you can live well and have provisions in the old days, do you want?" miss Ellen's bargain arrived.

 The driver's eyes widened, unable to believe what he had just heard.

"A-what? Lady seriously?"

 Again, Miss Ellen nodded incantation.

"Well, but the land is in the village. And if you want you to move there, because I don't want the land to be pennilanted."

 The driver seemed to think for a moment.

"What, Mistress? Moving out? To village?" ask wondered.