Sharing Love: Mistress (Storage Woman)
M4: TWO DARREN WOMEN
M4 🥀 : TWO WOMEN DARREN
A beautiful woman like a batari who is leaping to the earth, appears preening in front of the camera lens. With skill he posed to get the desired photo shoot. Body of his body goals wrapped in cut off shoulder Ball Gown maroon color suitable for outfit to the party.
“CUT!”
Finding those instructions, Ev let out a rough sigh. The cut off shoulder Ball Gown she was wearing at the moment was her 4th dress. Not to mention there are 3 other cut of shoulder dress models that he has not worn. He was tired of doing this routine.
“Good job, Ev. There are still three more looks that you should use.”
“Can't be skipped, Dimi? Isn't our plane taking off at two?”
“No, no, no. This shoot is very urgent, Ev.”
The beautiful woman understood. As the two were conversing, a man in a neat suit seemed to enter the studio. Almost half of the existences within were interested in glancing towards the man. A aura full of charisma and prestige radiated at every step the man took.
“Ev, can we talk.”
Ev jacked up, looking at the gray-eyed man. The beautiful face of the gods depicted in Greek mythology was serious with his words. For a moment Ev looked at the man in silence. Who doesn't know him? CEO of a leading model agency in the city. The man is also famous as one of the young executives who are quite royal in winning various awards from the world of global bussines.
“Sorry, Dean. As you can see for yourself, I'm busy.”
“Give me 15 minutes, Ev.”
Ev sighed for a moment, before glancing at Dimi. “Dimi, please leave us a moment.”
“Okay. You have 20 minutes before the next shoot,” said the man wearing the sky blue shirt.
Along with Dimi, the crew left the room. Leave Ev and the man named Dean. For a moment there was only silence filling the room, before Ev started the conversation.
“What do you want to say, Dean?” tanyanya to the point.
“Dinner with me.”
“Seriously?” ask Ev. “Are you sure you want to take me to dinner? While I'm still Darren's wife?”
“Personation with your status, Ev. I've been waiting five years for you to get divorced!”
“Pass your voice, Dean. I don't want anyone to misunderstand.”
The handsome man smiled snobbishly. “Everyone also know our status, Ev.”
Ev stared at the interlocutor not liking. “I won't accept any offers outside of work, Dean. Professionals. I'm here working as one of your employees,” Ev said as he turned his gaze away from Dean.
It's no secret that Dean's after Ev. It has even happened for years. Ev, who basically only considers Dean as a brother, certainly makes Dean dissatisfied. The handsome man surnamed Wijaya had even joked that he would wait for Ev to be widowed long ago. But that is how Dean Wijaya behaved.
If what he wants has not been obtained, then he will continue to act. Although his feelings have been rejected outright by Ev who incidentally he has been waiting for since he was still in the womb. Considering their parents were close friends. Before Ev was betrothed to Darren, Dean initially planned to propose to Ev. However, the plan was abandoned because Darren had stolen the start.
“Come out Dean, your time is up.” Ev pointed at the exit with his tapered fingers decorated with nial art.
“Ev, can we like before?”
“No, Dean,” replied Ev fast, short and solid. “Everything has changed since I became Darren's woman, and you think of me as a woman. Not as a friend.”
Dean clenched his hands tightly. Every time the word ‘woman Darren’ slides off the lips of the woman she loves, Dean feels so angry. He still doesn't accept that Ev should be Darren's woman. The man who always manages to advance one step in any field from him.
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A smile seemed interested in the labium of a girl who was staring at her reflection in the mirror. The drowsy face and tired look depicted there managed to make him remember the pleasant memory with the man he loved. Who else if not the man who is now sleeping in bed?
Beautiful man with perfect strapping body. In each of his actions was able to make his heart rustle warmly. Although this is not a day or two he knows the man. However, every time he woke up in his firm chest, plus a handsome face that looked good in his sleep, he was always made to pound.
Ella returned with a smile remembering every moment created between them. It paid off the longing that shackled. Now every inch of his body could feel that post-miss positive aura paying off. Finished with her affairs in the bathroom, Ella went out. Her jet-black hair still looked damp as she walked out towards the dressing table. From the reflection of the mirror, he could see the man who was still sleeping in peace. Not to bother, Ella minimizes the sound that can arise when getting ready before going down to the bottom floor.
Arriving at the kitchen located on the ground floor, a middle-aged woman already seemed busy struggling with cooking utensils.
“Aduh, Eneng his smile meuni wide pisan.”
Ella smiled embarrassedly at it. “Ehm, what do you want to cook again? Why aren't you waiting for Ella to come down?”
“Aduh, Neng. Apan has Aa just returned home, so Aunt Teh understands if the perioritas Eneng now who.”
“But, Ella also usually cooks when Mas Darren comes home. Unless you're late waking up now. Auntie too why don't you wake up Ella?”
“Aibi mana dare. Fear of interfering.”
Ella shook her head. Ayu face without makeup pulasan it looks capable of making bi Mimin think yes.
“Seat in the refrigerator is running out, Bi?” asked Ella, distracting.
“Partially, Neng. This Auntie also want to buy to the market.”
“Let Ella go, all you want to grab flower seeds at Pipit.”
“Eh, don't mind Neng. Later if Aa wakes up, keep nyariin how?”
“Say again to the market, Bi. Lagian Mas Darren also wake up definitely later.”
“Capean yes, Neng?” the Goda bi Mimin.
“A-paan anyway, Bi. His name is also just coming home from work, definitely cape,” replied Ella clumsy.
Bi Mimin smiled. Then let his young mistress to shop for herself to the traditional market which is also not too far away. While grinding the bike at standard speed, Ella passed the village road right and left overgrown with green scenery. Occasionally he also rang his bicycle bells when he passed by some residents who were about to go to the fields.
“Aduh, the Eneng more beautiful aja,” praise the mother vegetable seller in the usual place Ella shopping.
Ella smiled kindly to find the compliment. “Bi, Ella wants to buy broccoli, spinach, same banana one brush.”
“Ready atuh, Neng beautiful. Bentar, Aunt fetakin.”
“If this is how many miles, Bi?”
“Twenty thousand, Neng. But, that's still mengkel tea. Mateng not. If you want the mateng in the other bed,” point the mother at the mango basket near the watermelon fruit basket.
Ella shakes. “Ella want this one, Bi. Make contrived rujak.”
The vegetable seller's mother nodded with a smile of understanding. After summing up all of Ella's total groceries, the beautiful girl gave her a hundred thousand dollar bill to pay for her groceries.
“This, Neng. Mother bonusin mango.”
Netra Ella sparkled happily as the mother added two large mangoes to her grocery bag. “Thank you.”
“Sama-sama, Neng. Let it be like to dedek the baby.”
Ella speechlesh heard it. For the next second he smiled thinly while nodding, saying goodbye to buy other needs. The mother must have thought that Ella was pregnant, when in fact…. Ella wasn't too sure about that either. This time Ella steps towards the beef stall. Where a guy with a hat guards a stall.
“Aduh, ouh, goddess Nawang wulan tos down to earth.” The greeting from the sandalwood succeeded in making Ella smile.
“You want to buy meat oruh, Neng Dewi? What part of meat? Thigh, belly, tail also there.”
“Ella, kang Rahmat.” Error the owner's name.
“Oh, yes.” The man called Grace smiled widely. “Finally, the aura of this Eneng is like the goddesses of heaven. Very strong, to make me forget myself.”
“Aduh, the Grace there is a tea buyer even courted continuously,” said a middle-aged woman who came from the opposite direction.
“A chance, Ema. Rarely do beautiful women come to the market, besides Juminten the village biduan.”
“Naon or bring up Nyai's name?” sahut a woman in red who stood guard at the herbal stall.
“Origin with you, mah, Jum. My people are chatting with Neng Ella whose smile makes people ter-Ella-Ella.”
The atmosphere of the market is increasingly horrendous because of the debate Grace of the butcher with Juminten the herbalist. While Ella who became the beginning of the excitement can only stand while smiling clumsily.
“Udah atuh, Mat. That's Eneng want to buy meat.”
Grace awakens to Ella's goal of coming to her stall. Hurriedly the guy in the sneak patted the eel. “Astagfirullah haladzim. Meuni forgot.”
Ella smiled and saw him. “Ella wants the meat one kilo yes, Kang Rahmat. Same part iga half kilo.”
“Ok, ready Kang Rahmat provide, Neng.”
Ella nodded. While waiting, he conversed for a moment with the middle-aged woman who had just broken Grace. The girl is indeed quite famous among the people of the village, because her bearer is friendly to everyone.
In the past, Ella's parents were also very respected in the village. Ella's father served as the village head, while her mother worked as a village midwife. Both are famous as generous people who do not want to help others. Therefore, until both of them died though, his kindness during his life in the world remained remembered.
“Eh, Neng Ella's. Alone?”
Ella stared anxiously at a man who was blocking her path. He had just returned from the house of Pipit after asking for flower seeds. Who would have thought if he would meet Komarudin, or the villagers used to call him Komar. The only son of a prominent master who owned acres of plantation land.
“You're home, huh, Neng? Here, let Komar anterin.”
“No need, Ella can be alone.” Ella refused while looking down. Afraid to see the leaki, most of whose body is decorated with permanent ink.
“Why ducks, Neng? Komar here, loh.”
Without Ella guessing, Komar presumptuously touched Ella's chin. In order to make the ayu girl wearing a milk-brown canal jack up.
“Lepain Ella!” ella Ronta. I don't like to be treated that way.
Instead of obeying, Komar even laughed humorously. The road that Ella is currently going through is quite quiet, considering that the road is only passed by people when returning home or going to the fields. Ella deliberately went down that road because it was the fastest way to get home. Although the road is deserted.
“Release Ella, Ella wants to go home,” said Ella, still sticking with her determination to get past Komar.
However, Komar instead kicked Ella's bicycle, which was deliberately guided, making the two-wheeled vehicle used to transport the vegetables that Ella bought in the market fall to the ground. Make Ella's groceries splash everywhere. Some were even dirty and scuffed because they collided with the ground.
“Mangga Ella,” said Ella sadly, when the mangoes she bought were thrown far away to fall into a ditch where the water was quite heavy.
While crouching, Ella stared sadly at the flow of sewers that had washed away her mangoes.
“Why silence, Neng? Don't you want to fight Komar again?”
Ella was still silent. The girl's heart was sad because the mangoes she bought happily disappeared. Though he had planned to make rujak with the mangoes.
“Bad numbers!” hardiknya sad.
“Komar well, Neng. No, no more crying. Komar will buy manga again. But, before that Neng Ella had to want—“ not yet had the man finish his speech, a crushing blow had already stopped by first. Making his body slammed, then fell to hit the ground so hard the punch.
“How dare you disturb my woman!”
Hearing that voice, Ella suddenly jacked up. Bringing his gaze to the source of the sound.
“M-us Darren.”
In front of her, stood the husband with a face that made Ella frightened. The man looked very angry. However, Ella did not deny if she was happy that the man had come. The presence of the handsome man made his heart wracked with relief.
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...TBC...
...Have you decided on a team? Team Ev or Team Ella? the one setiaaa... the one sama👍...
...Yuk...
...Sukabumi 17/11/2020...