Sharing Love: Mistress (Storage Woman)
M53: ODETH & ODIL
M53: ODETH & ODIL
ODETH
ODYS
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A group of maids who were resting to unwind after completing a task, seemed to be enjoying a simple breakfast while watching television broadcast on a thin screen attached to the wall of the room break special maid. A show titled ‘The Swan Lake’ or White Goose Lake by F. Tschaikovski is plastered there. A horde of beautiful ballerinas seemed to be staging the show nicely, until the moment the antagonists and protagonists appeared in the middle of the dance floor.
The story of ‘The Swan Lake’ or White Goose Lake tells of a prince named Siegfried who met the daughter of Odeth who was cursed into a white goose on a lake. The prince, fascinated by Odeth's beauty, promised to free Odeth from the curse, and they danced Par Dodou together. However, the wizard who knew it was intent on marrying the Prince to his own daughter, the black swan Odil. The prince, who did not know about it, danced with Odil. They dance so beautifully.
Odeth was grieving, thinking the prince was deceived. When he found out that he was being deceived, the Prince was very disappointed. But with the power of love, the Prince managed to defeat the witch and her daughter—Odil. The prince also managed to free princess Odeth from the curse. (Cited from: comic Mari-chan by Kimiko Uehara)
“Usually we watch ballet shows with madam. If the mistress has free time,” chirps one of the maids.
“Iya. Usually the mistress asks to be sent to watch,” added another.
“Now madam is not in this house. It feels.so something is missing. Yeah, no, anyway?” ask the others.
“Iya!” answer them compactly.
“The lady thinks we're not servants. Although the mistress is more deket the same Early, but the mistress does not choose love.”
“Iya, right. Madam also freed us.”
“They also do not hesitate to get on good terms with the maids.”
The maids nodded compactly. They had indeed greatly lost their great mistress. After all, their great mistress was a person they were extremely disinclined about. Ev in the eyes of the maids is the real incarnation of batari. He has a good nature, and is not grandiose. As a mistress, Ev also never made his maids any trouble. Ev also treated the maids humanely, without discriminating them.
“Different from the woman,” chirps one of the maids.
“That woman, means mistress sir?” ask the others.
“Yes, who else,” replied one of them. “That woman did not burden us. But, his innocent pretentious attitude is sick of it, isn't it? Even if he comes from the village, it does not mean it should be so.”
“Bener anyway. Sometimes it's the same with that woman. Very plain, the fall so stupid.”
Unbeknownst to them, a woman stood by the door of the rest room. In the woman's hand, there is a plate of handmade cookies that are still warm. His body immediately stiffened when he heard the object of the talking material was himself.
“Don't do that, guys. How also she is the wife of the master,” leerai a voice that is quite familiar in the ear. “She's also pregnant, ‘kan? Most likely the child in the womb will be the successor to Mr. Darren.”
“Can be non. That child, right, how is the result of an affair. You know for yourself, right, if the big lady does not acknowledge the child as her grandson.”
“The big lady wants grandchildren from mistress Ev.”
“Iya. Perfect woman, who would definitely be the perfect mother for her child later.”
“Sometimes you will also realize that all this time he has hurt the wrong woman.”
The talks of the maids were not heard anymore, because the young woman who was two-bodied chose to turn the body. Walk away from the room, carrying a broken heart.
Arriving at the kitchen, the woman wearing a flora motif dress that fell on the calf headed straight towards the trash can. Handmade cookies that look beautifully arranged on a plate— that had been wanted to be given to the maid—he just poured into the trash can. A thin smile fell on his lips, when the cookies he made lovingly ended up in the trash, not in the stomach of the maids.
“Ella's cake is too valuable to eat with traitors who like to talk to people in the back,”.
After discarding cookies that were originally for the maid— as a sign of self-approach—Ella went to the dining table. There, there are several clear jars with various sizes, ranging from 120gram, 150gram, to 320gram neatly arranged. Various types of pastries such as chocolate cookies, nastar, rainbow cat tongue, and kastangel fill the jars.
He spent a lot of time making cookies, using recipe books stored near the refrigerator. Ella loves to cook and also makes cakes. While in the village, he also often made traditional cakes, both wet and dry. Said the people who ate his homemade cake, it felt like a champion. So, armed with that expertise, Ella tried to apply it here to kill boredom. The results were good, not many failed.
After packing neatly, beautified with colorful ribbon decorations, Ella put the cakes into a paper bag. The plan, today he will visit his father-in-law's residence to stay in touch while carrying his handmade cake. Ella must have gone on a desperate trip and without her husband's permission. The beautiful man had been going to the office since early in the morning.
Even if she knew that her decision would make her husband angry, Ella remained undaunted to realize that desire. If he's not the one who's getting closer, who else? He is the son-in-law of the Xander family. Want to not want, like not like, it can no longer be denied. So, after changing into the best maternity dress she found in her wardrobe, Ella rushed off with the private driver. At first the private driver who used to work for Ev had refused to deliver, but Ella claimed to have obtained Darren's permission to go outside the house.
“We went to grandma's house, yes, son. This is my first time visiting my grandmother's house. Mother is nervous, are you also nervous?” muttered Ella while touching the surface of the stomach that began to protrude.
Her age has entered its 9th week. Doesn't feel it. For more than two weeks he lived in the mansion that Evelyn used to live in. As time went on, Ella became more adaptable to the new environment. She was also used to being served as a queen in her new residence.
“This is his home, sir?” ella asked, as the car she was riding in stopped at a towering gate. The gate is painted in gold and silver colors, so it displays elements that are luxurious and elegant.
“Iya, non.”
Ella nodded with a faint smile. The car returned when the gate opened. From the towering gate, the Xander family's main residence still jutted inward. Along the way to the destination, Ella's view is surrounded by views of the palm tree line standing on the right and left side of the road. Entering the front area of the mansion, a three-foot-tall fountain surrounded by a statue of the Goddess-Goddess, seemed to spoil the eyes. Various types of ornamental plants from small to large sizes, appear to decorate the perimeter of the front area of the mansion.
Ella was lowered right in front of the main door. When she lowered her leg, Ella was attacked with doubt. However, the young lady brushed him off all the way. While carrying her own handmade fruit, the young lady stepped steadily. There had been a lot of determination and courage that he had gathered, to be able to get to this place. Now, why should he doubt? The house of the father-in-law is in sight.
A specially dressed maid welcomed his arrival. The young woman had indeed repeatedly pressed the bell using the fingerprint method. Ella was at first confused to find a bell. After finding it, he was also confused about using the object, because the way it works is not like a conventional bell.
“Sorry, miss looking for who, yes?” ask the maid is friendly.
“I'm Ella. I want to meet this hostess.”
“Owalah, guest lady Diana, anyway?”
Ella nodded in response. “What mother Diana has?”
The maid nodded. “The lady happened to be at home. Miss can come in, let me take you to madam.”
Ella smiled faintly as she nodded. The young woman then followed the waiter, whose age may be around 40 years. Ella's first step into the room, her legs wrapped in flatshoes were greeted with a white marble floor with natural curves. Two large pillars also pass Ella when entering the living room that looks luxurious and magnificent. A set of gray-colored sofas that look soft and comfortable to sit on, become the dominant interior in the room. As it jacked up, Ella's gaze was greeted with a chandelier of chandeliers emitting a gorgeous sheen.
Passing through the living room, Ella was greeted with a collection of giant framed photographs displayed along the walls she passed through. Most of the photos are in formal style, where in each photo contains members of the Xander family. Right at the end of the framed line of photographs, a photo printing out a pair of brides caught Ella's attention. In the photo, the husband looks dashing in a formal suit that must be expensive. Beside her, a beautiful looking woman wears a beautiful looking wedding dress decorated with Swarovski diamonds and the best tiara. Complete with wedding veil that dangles to the floor.
“What will my mom's photo be on display here, son?” he murmured, touching his belly.
“Nona, let's go through here,” said the maid, commemorating Ella who had been left behind.
“Ah, yes.” Ella stepped back, following the maid.
After passing through the side full of giant-sized photographs, they passed through an indoor fountain that came out of a statue of the goddess. It was only after passing through the fountain that they entered a room dominated by white and ivory. The sweet and legit aroma also welcomed Ella who had just entered the room. Classical music also reverberates there, like the intro rhythm of a dance performance.
“Who's up, Bi?”
A soft voice swept over the sense of hearing, making Ella avert her gaze. Find the source of the sound.
“This, new. There are guests for mistress.”
“My guests?” The woman surnamed Xander who had been struggling behind the kitchen set turned around, shifting her etiquette. “Who?”
The maid pointed at Ella who was standing beside her. Diana Xander turned his head, staring at the object the maid was referring to. For the next split second, the middle-aged woman fell silent to find the uninvited guest.
“Aibi can go back to back,” Diana said next.
“Good, mistress.”
The maid then resigned, leaving the two women of the other generation. As the maid left, silence took over. The atmosphere between them.
“What brought this mistress of my son here?”
The words that were a welcome to Ella's arrival sounded unfriendly. Diana Xander even asked, why Ella came to this house. No one invited me to come.
“Ella...just want to love this...” great-grandson Ella.
“What do you want to give me?” ask Diana. His gaze turned to the paper bag held tightly by his son's mistress.
“Ella happened to make a lot of cookies. So then….Ella wants to give it to mom. After all, mom is Ella's husband's parents.”
“Kue?” Diana repeated, making sure.
Ella nodded her head, showing her luggage paper. “Ella hope mom likes the same cake made by Ella,” he added.
The young woman then moved, approaching her mother-in-law. With courage that was out of nowhere, the young lady thrust out her luggage. Without Ella guessing, Diana accepted the paper bag willingly. Even with a smile on the end of the labium.
“Why bother?” Diana asked while keeping the paper bag on the table.
“Ella doesn't feel bothered. Ella does happen to love making cakes.” The young woman who was pregnant replied with joy.
“I appreciate your gift. But,” Diana hung up her sentence. “See next to you. What's on the dining table?”
With a feeling of joy still imprinted, complete with a smile as bright as the sun, the woman turned to her left. On the dining table referred to by Diana Xander, various types of pastry that Ella had never seen and knew her name were lined up neatly. Starting from Hong Kong-style egg tarts, Sakura country-style cheese tarts, Macarons of various colors and flavors, several types of cookies, to hybrid foods such as cronut or croissant donuts.
“I-ni cake?” great-grandson Ella slowly.
All the dishes on the table when compared to the pastry made, of course there will be nothing. Various types of pastry to tart neatly arranged it must come from a famous cake shop, and made by an expert chef, Ella's inner heart.
“If you think all this is made by a famous chief, then you are wrong.” As if knowing the contents of Ella's head, Diana suddenly said so. “All of it was handmade my daughter-in-law, Evelyn.”
Ella heard it. “Made Ev?”
Diana smiled faintly as she grazed her chest. “I appreciate your effort and hard work. But, it would be better if you find out in advance the taste of someone who you want to give something, especially if it is in the form of food. Do you know if the person likes it sweet or not? Have an allergy to certain ingredients or not?”
Ella was getting stuck where she stood.
“Once again, you should have found out. Because with that, you will know what you have to do so as not to end in vain.”
“It….Ella...” the young lady looked awfully wrong. Yes, he did again do something careless because he did not take into account his intentions properly.
“My husband, or his father Darren, can't indulge in frivolous cookies because he has allergies to allergen products like nuts. I also cannot enjoy sweet food. Because my parents had a history of diabetes, I was 50 percent at risk of developing diabetes. Therefore I am very concerned about diet, and used to enjoy sweet foods that use less sugar sugar.” Diana said with calmness like calm water, but can save such a great threat.
“Before knowing my taste or my husband's, have you known my son's taste? What does he like, and dislike? What can she eat, and can't she eat?”
Ella looked down at the question. So far, as she knows, her husband is not picky about food. The man always eats what he cooks.
“Darren is not used to eating rice in the morning. Do you know that?” diana asked suddenly. A nuclear bomb dropped on Ella's head.
“That, mas Darren used to eat rice coke, if….Ella cook rice for breakfast.” Ella answered at that. As he recalled, the husband was used to eating rice if Ella prepared rice for breakfast in the morning.
“That means you've made Darren enjoy what he really can't enjoy.”
“But, Ella...”.
“There's still a lot you don't know,” cut Diana. “There is still a lot you have to learn too,” he added. “If you plan to be Darren's wife next, replace Ev's position, like Odil's trying to replace Odeth's. You should learn a lot so that a lot of knowledge, so that your vulnerable position becomes safe. You must be able to exceed Ev in various aspects, because being the wife of Darren Aryasatya Xander is not easy. Giving birth to a successor for Darren alone is not enough, because Darren is a man who almost has everything. Getting a successor was an easy matter for him. The hard thing is, making Darren bend his knees at one woman.”
Diana was silent for a moment, trying to see the expression of her interlocutor. “You are not the first Odil in my son's life who wants to replace Odeth. However, I cannot deny if you are Odil who is successful enough to make my son entangled and bound. However, I am sure that someday Darren will be aware of his momentary pleasure with you.”
“Mean mother...what?” lirih Ella, while carrying her face jacked up. Staring at his interlocutor.
“If likened, Ev is Odeth, you are Odil. Should I clarify your position at the end of the story?” Diana smiled faintly while waiting for the reply of her interlocutor. “Didn't you watch a lot of television to kill boredom?”
Ella was stunned to hear it. “Where's mom....tau?”
Diana smiled calmly. “My eyes and ears are plenty. You think I don't know what your job was during the two weeks of staying at my daughter's house, Evelyn?”
“Ella does not commit criminal acts. Ella lives there, because there's Ella's husband.”
“Lantas why don't you take my son away from that house?” ask Diana, challenge.
“That's because..”.
“Because...?” Diana was waiting for an answer.
“….”
“Because she can't leave the house that holds many memories with Evelyn.”
Is correct. What Diana Xander said was absolutely true. Darren does not seem to have the intention to leave the house. As for Ella herself, it was impossible to stay there any longer. The situation and conditions are increasingly impossible.
“As far as you know, I let my son let go of Evelyn, so that he may meet punishment for what he has done. If one day my son gets the right punishment, I hope you will leave him. However, infidelity occurs because of the reciprocity of both parties. It would be unfair if the matter of infidelity at the point rests on my son, because you also take part. You are beautiful and I am sure you are a good woman. However, if only you were a little smart, you would definitely not end up being mistress.”
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Sukabumi 29/03/22