Sharing Love: Mistress (Storage Woman)
M37: SASSY
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M37 🥀 : SASSY
Flakes of glass, ceramics to porcelain worth millions of dollars seem scattered everywhere. There was not a single item left, along the road that the owner of the house had passed that looked very chaotic. Unless the owner is unconscious.
The magnificent two-story house that a few hours ago was very crowded, decorated by amazed letters and a flood of smiles, now turned 180°. It was dark, silent, messy and cold. It felt made the atmosphere in the house more gripping. It was felt for real by a woman who could only sit on the floor alone, with tears reminiscing in the eyes. Pending to fall exploring the cheeks.
“Non.”
A voice seemed to be heard, after the silence was airborne for so long. The young woman who was actually two-bodied turned her head. Found a middle-aged woman who came in on the scene.
“B-ibi who?”
“I bi Surti. Head maid in this house,” said the middle-aged woman. “Non itself, who?”
“I...” The chaotic-looking young lady's sentence was cut off. Should he be honest about his status? Or, lying for your own good?
“...wife mas Darren.”
However, it was honest in the end that he chose. She was already recognized by her husband. This is Darren Aryasatya Xander's wife. Despite his 2nd wife status, it's fine. It is the same as the first wife. After all, her husband is about to get divorced with his first wife, right?
“J-so non ...Wife mr Darren?” bemused bi Surti.
A nod he gave.
“Astagfirullah,” the young lady is small.
He had heard there was a commotion going on. However, he did not dare to look and find out further, because his task behind must supervise the other maids. It turned out that the crassies that the maids were talking about in the back were right, their master had a mistress. It certainly has something to do with the chaos that occurs.
“My name is Estrella. Aunty can call me Ella.”
“Ah, yes, non.” Bi Surti smiled covetously. ‘This tea woman does not know herself, or has no self-esteem?’ his inner.
“If Ella may know, which room mas Darren is, yes?”
“Above, non.”
“Above, yes?”
“I-ya. Room three from the right side.”
The young woman nodded, then moved. As long as he remained silent in the middle of the room alone, he had decided. When many questions are guerrilla in the head, only one that Ella finally answered herself. she can not continue like this—moaning fateWhen the husband also needs her. Ah, she needs that guy more. He needs the father of the baby he's carrying. He needs an explanation from the man. Therefore, he waited for the man to subside. His emotion.
After finding out where the husband's room was, she then climbed up the enslavement stairs that would lead her upstairs. Room three from the right. He remembered the clue from bi Surti. However, it has not yet reached the room in question, its steps stopped when passing through a room whose door is not tightly closed. For some reason, he was tempted to enter the room.
Unknowingly, driven by the will of the heart, the young lady pushed the door open even more. Take his steps in. When he managed to enter the room with feminine nuances, he was wracked with regret due to the jealousy that returned.he knew very well this room belongs to whom. Belonging to her husband's first wife, who else.
The room looked spacious, twice as large as his room. Dominated by neutral colors with beautiful patterned wall stickers in several corners of the room, making the room look beautiful. A king-size bed is also stored in the middle of the room, wrapped in sheets and bedcover in white and gold. Some jewelry boxes appear to be lying on the dressing table, side by side with various types of facial care products from various brands. He switched, looking at the other side, where there are also male care products that are neatly arranged. A smile slanted on that plain face.
What's he thinking? They are husband and wife, definitely share a bedroom, dresser, even a bed. But why does his little heart not like this?
He then switched, staring at the wall adorned with framed photographs. Two objects appear to be the fillers of these photos. Ella degrades. Yeah, sniffed at that angle. Tired of seeing it.
The young woman then turned, walking towards a door with a golden door leaf. What room is that? Ella curious. When she reached for the door, the young woman was stunned by what she saw. Woman's paradise.
Ella has found a paradise for women. The room contains beautiful clothes. Starting from the row of daytime dress, evening dress, two-piece suit, sleepwears, to formal settings. Do not forget the shoe shelves made of glass, filled by various types of shoes. Starting from heels, sneakers, flatshoes, boots, and so on. However, what attracted Ella's most attention was a collection of shoes similar to Cinderella's glass shoes that Ev often read the story.
Ev stupefied. Seduced. Want to touch those glittering looking glass shoes. But... haven't had time to touch, there's been a booming sound. Stopped intention.
“Don't you dare touch that!”
“M-us Darren, Ella—“
“Who allowed you to enter here?!” ask me the deep bass sound is cold flat.
“I-tu, earlier Ella—“
“Who let you in, huh?!”
The young woman was surprised not to play when getting a clash from a man she knew never said rude. Surprised, he staggered backwards. Accidentally hit a glass cabinet that holds a collection of expensive handbags belonging to the owner of the room.
“M-sorry, mas. Ella...”.
“Out!”
“Mas, Ella accidentally.
“Come out of here, Estrella!” dean's orders are wrathful.
“Tonight you slept here,” Darren said as he opened the door of a room. Guest rooms to be more precise.
“If you need something, just call bi Surti. Don't look for me.”
Ella. Her husband won't be disturbed?
“But where did Darren sleep? Why don't you sleep here with Ella?” tanyanya.
“In the workspace,” Darren replied briefly. Then turned around, about to leave his wife.
“Mas, wait. Who wants Ella to talk about.” Prevent Ella suddenly.
“Tomorrow. Tonight my mind was too messed up. Don't add any more trouble, Ella.”
The deg!
Ella silenced. Lie if he does not feel tight because of the sentence thrown by the man he loves.
Without feeling the slightest guilt, the man immediately waltzed away. Bringing a heart that cares. If it lasts any longer, he's fed up. It could be that the young pregnant woman is the object of impingement.
The man continued to take his slow steps towards the room he had stopped by. Arriving in the room, he then closed the door tightly. Pressing the key deeply, so that no one can interfere. After successfully locking the door, Darren switched to the bed. Dropping himself just like that on a soft surface that still holds the scent of his woman.
Actually, it is not only the soft surface that leaves a trace in the form of the aroma of the owner of the room. However, all the objects in the room. All keep traces of the relics of the owner of the room. For that reason, he chose to rest in the room. Hoping if he could close his eyes for a moment, after what happened tonight. Hopefully, when you wake up tomorrow, all this is just a dream.
Yes, Darren hopes losing his wife is just a dream. It doesn't happen in the real world. That's all he wanted.
“Ev, I hope all this is just a dream. Losing you, it hurts.”
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“Hai, feel better?”
Hearing a voice bouncing from the doorway, the beautiful woman sitting on the bed turned her head.
“Hm, I think so,” the answer is not sure.
“Why do you have doubts?” ask the man who stood up while holding his chest. “Sorry?”
“No,” replied the beautiful woman quickly. “Only, it doesn't feel like I imagined.”
“What do you imagine?” the beautiful man snuck in, come in. Scrape the distance.
“Almost most of my life was spent with him. So, is this how it feels to be detached from him? Relieve. However, I also need to be civilized with this sense of relief, right?”
“Hm.”
The beautiful woman jacked up, realizing that her interlocutor was now within a very close radius. All of a sudden the tightness that he had kept for years, pushed each other. Making a lump of emotional feeling that causes a lump of water in the eye. Queue each other, waiting for their turn to fall wet the cheeks.
“Why suddenly cry?” ask the beautiful man. Ready to remove the melt of clear crystals that flow quite fast. Who else if not Dean Wijaya. The man who got a special opportunity to meet Ev, after the woman refused to meet anyone under the pretext of needing time alone.
“I only…. Feeling relieved. Yeah, relieved because in the end I was able to break away from him.”
Dean did not stay silent when he saw a woman as tough as Ev shed tears. He immediately carried the beautiful woman into his arms.
“Crying, Ev. I'm here for you. Spill all that stuff, don't be afraid. You now no longer need to make a show.”
“I…. Happy Dean. This is what I've been waiting for. But, it feels like I...”.
“Sstt, Ev. Listens. You know best about your needs. If you decide to do this, then you have done the best for yourself. For your freedom.”
Ev nodded softly in Dean's arms. He does not regret his decision. However, being able to escape the toxic relationship that had been shackled, made Ev feel immeasurable relief. The crying that now comes as a form of emotional feeling that he has long been quieting. Ev feels that his actions today are quite worth the difficulties he has had while holding the status of Darren Aryasatya Xander's wife. Ah, not yet. Not worth. Ev forgets that the man did not know the last US card Ev had.
Ev's not gonna get it out now. He'll wait for the court hammer to be dropped. Then Ev will open his US card. By the time that time comes, Ev will make sure that Darren feels regret for a lifetime.
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