Sharing Love: Mistress (Storage Woman)
M20: PARTNER HOUSE STAIRS
M20 🥀 : HOUSEHOLD PARTNER LADDER
🥀🥀
A village that can be said is still not fully touched by technology, the arrival of a luxury vehicle that seems to be able to bulldoze various road terrains. Residents who are on the move are made curious about the occupants of luxury cars that suddenly stray into their village. While passing by a patrol post that happened to be guarded by a man and two civilians who were sipping coffee, the car stopped. The glass that could not be penetrated by the sight gradually decreased. Showing two people in it.
“Excuse me, sir. Mau ride-hailing to ask.”
“I-ya, neng geulis pisan,” said the hansip, excited to answer the question of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.
The woman's skin was pure white like milk, her hair was black like charcoal, her eyes were clear, her eyelashes were pliable, her nose was sharp, her lips were sensual, framed by a perfect jawline.
“Father knows where this house is?”
From inside the car, a cell phone stuck. The screen shows a picture of a house with a large yard.
“That's a generous man's house here.”
“People?”
“Iya, neng. He helped build this village a lot.”
Ev who was asking nodded in understanding. “Home on which side, yes, sir?”
“Neng straight away, turn left later. At the end of the street was a second-level house whose courtyard was spacious and had many flowers. Well, that's his house.”
Ev nodded back, then muttered his thanks. The car door was raised again, before the four-wheeled vehicle drove back. Leaving his father and his two coffee mates.
“Masya Alla, eta si eneng meuni geulis pisan jiga droplets batari (masya Alla, it's a very beautiful enemeng like a goddess drop).”
“God, Enya (iya).”
“Kayak is not a man so beautiful,” said two friends of the father hansip, still fascinated by the beauty of women who suddenly stray into their village.
The arrival of the beautiful woman who had a goddess-like visual from the sky, made the news easily spread. They wondered who the beautiful woman who came with the man driving the nice car was. Moreover, the vehicle that the beautiful woman was riding really stopped at the home of married couples who often they call ‘the most generous people’ for their village. Their guess is the woman must have had a relationship with the most ‘dermawan’ people in their village who also came from the capital.
“Please enjoy the drinks and food, mbak.”
The beautiful woman who was sitting turned her head, again focusing on the other person. From the beginning of entering this two-story building, his netra guerrilla. Scanning the entire space within reach.
“Thank you.” Ev answered accordingly, as a form of courtesy.
In front of him were various types of sweet snacks and salty snacks, as well as drinks that Ev guessed made from a mixture of fresh fruit. Nevertheless, all of that seemed to not arouse his taste at all.
“Where is Darren?”
“Ah, mas Darren is still on top. Ella woke up.”
“Ella?” repeat Ev while staring at his interlocutor.
“My name is Ella, ma'am. Estrella.”
The young lady of small stature said as she reached out her hand. For a moment Ev just stared at the hand that was outstretched towards him.
“Star,” murmur small Ev.
The name Estrella means star. Ev could capture the reason why the name was given to this woman. He had a sweet smile that adorned the oriental face he had. Contrast with a tiny face that can make it look adorable when smiling. He also had clear, sparkling eyes, emitting an innocent, innocent aura.
Ev is not willing to compare, but Estrella is not the only sweetest woman let alone the most beautiful that Ev has ever seen. Darren is not a random guy. Since childhood, the man has been the scene of the contest of the Eve. Starting from women who have ordinary visuals to extraordinary, everything is competing to approach Darren. A seasoned model to the daughter of a conglomerate is willing to throw herself at Darren.
The man can easily choose the woman according to the criteria. However, Darren is not his name if guessable. Ev also had no idea what made the man fall for this young woman. Is it possible because of his innocence?
From her expression welcoming Ev, it seemed like Ella did not know Ev's identity.
Who is Ev to Darren, what is Ev and Darren's relationship, the woman doesn't know?
Darren is very clever to hide his true identity. Or maybe, this woman who was too innocent and innocent, then the fall of stupidity?
“Evelyn Xander, nice to meet you.”
In the end Ev received the helping hand willingly, plus with a smile on his lips. Ella developed a smile. She introduces herself as Evelyn Xander, the legal wife of Darren Aryasatya Xander.
“If you can know, what is this mbak close acquaintance mas Darren?”
“You could say so,” even we stay one roof—continue Ev in the heart. “And you, who is Darren?”
“Ella?” the young woman pointed to herself. Ev nodded. A second later, an answer struck a drum in Ev's heart.
“Ella his wife mas Darren.”
“Wife?”
Darren has crossed the line to renege on the agreement. The man had a mistress, even married her. While Ev, breathing freely is difficult. Every day Ev is required to immediately give birth to heirs, while the bed that Darren warms every night belongs to another woman.
“Iya, Ella his wife in Darren.” Ella looked back at her interlocutor closely. “What mbak also cooperate with mas Darren? Lately mas Darren often out of town for service.”
Ev smiled wryly. “Of course, we're partners.”
“Partner?”
‘Partner married,’ Ev continues in the heart, miris. “Me and Darren work together to get the biggest wish in each other's lives.”
“Means mbak often meet mas Darren, yes?”
“You could say so,” answered Ev accordingly. Of course they often meet, they even live one roof. But that was before. Before Darren often went out of town on the grounds of ‘important work’ who turned out to find the woman he kept in a hard-to-reach place.
Ella re-published a sincere smile. She feels happy to have a visit from ‘kutri’ her husband. Because during the marriage, there was never a single acquaintance of the man who visited the house. Ella also secretly praised Ev's beauty. His skin was well groomed so it looked glittering. The clothes that were attached to his body from top to bottom also looked nice and expensive. Her face was beautiful, having a visual that was almost near the word perfect. Ella had never seen a woman this beautiful before. She was the only one who both women recognized the beauty of Evelyn, let alone the people of Adam. It was fortunate that the man who became her husband was Ev, Ella's inner being in the heart.
If Ev was this pretty, what kind of husband would she be? Then, what if they have had children, surely his face is handsome and beautiful.
Thinking about it, made Ella smile as she stroked her flat stomach from the outside. She's pregnant. The husband gene is the most dominant gene passed down to a child. Ella hoped that what those people said was true. Ella was fantasizing, if her son would be so handsome as his father. If it were a girl, it would be very beautiful. Cloning of the father female version.
Finding his interlocutor daydreaming while smiling with his hands constantly stroking his stomach, made Ev decide to ask. Let Ella know if there's still Ev there.
“What's wrong with your stomach? Why do you always wipe it?” ask Ev. Netra can not be separated from the face of the interlocutor who clearly looks more colorful.
“Perhaps due to baby's luggage.”
“B-mayi?” resetting Ev stamped. “You pregnant?”
Ella nodded enthusiastically. His seasonal hands on the stomach again move stroking. “So, here is the baby Darren and Ella. Soon we will be parents.”
Impregnated.
Darren's baby.
The two core sentences were ringing in the head of Ev. making the performance of his heart that hammer, now accompanied by a sense of tightness that squeezes the chest cavity.
Darren will soon be a father. This woman is carrying her husband's baby. The man who had just left without giving an answer when Ev asked for a solution to the issue of heredity, had chosen another woman to hold his seed. An innocent, innocent and naive young woman. Darren type once. A type of woman who is easily deceived, and easily controlled.
“How long has your pregnancy been?” ask Ev, as normal as possible. He tried hard to control his overflowing emotions.
“Three weeks, mbak,” Ella replied plainly.
Ev fell silent after hearing that answer. A few seconds later, he asked again.
“How long have you been married?”
Ella looked at Ev for a moment, before smiling faintly and answering. “Five months, mbak. Darren married Ella shortly after her application was accepted. Our wedding was simple, attended only by families and citizens. But, we are very happy because we can get married after—“
“Enough!” sela Ev as she moved from her seat.
“What's up, mbak? Mommy already want to go?”
Ev did not answer. He grabbed his sling bag, then turned around. Just one step as he was about to swing, a month of a very familiar voice in the eardrum was heard calling out the name of another woman feelingly.
“Ella, why hasn't this been drunk?”
Ev turned around, facing the direction the sound came from. And sure enough, the owner of the familiar voice was on the last step of the ladder, carrying a glass of milk in his hand. It didn't take long, but they met each other, swept, greeted with body language that only they knew.
Ev smiled bitterly as he looked at the man. The man who looked surprised was not playing when he found Ev's whereabouts.
“Hello my husband, ah her husband (hello my husband, ah her husband).”
...🥀🥀...
...TBC...
...YOK ENLIVEN 🔥🔥...
...VOTE, LIKE, COMMENT, FOLLOW AUTHOR, & SHARE....
...WANT NEXT? SHOW ENTHUSIASM READERS....
...DON'T FORGET TO STOP BY CLBK WHICH IS NOW THE TARGET OF THE TASTE OF THE CASSANOVA...
...TANGERANG Jan 06, 2021...