SHE'S YOUR MOTHER, NOT MY WIFE.
REZA MENSION

It's been more than two years since Bella left this house. The room that used to be occupied by him is now left empty, all contents even bath soap should not be removed. Reza wants Bella's scent to stay in the room.

Clara was pregnant, three months after Bella left. Reza went wild, Papa Abraham went back out of the country with Mama Syarina. Clara now lives in Mension Reza.

Although there is no official bond, Clara behaves like the hostess there. All the needs and needs of him who set.

Reza, who keeps trying to find where Bella is, ignores whatever Clara does as long as she doesn't touch Bella's room.

"I told you, never go into this room. We deaf Clara? What do you want, get out!!!." I saw Clara who was about to enter my master suite.

"You're why, baby. It's been a year, Bella's gone. Either live or die he's there" he said. I'd love to squeeze her lips if she wasn't a pregnant woman.

"OUT!!!" my clasping made his body retreat and tremble.

He left with glassy eyes. I was a little sorry to snap at him, the woman I had been protecting now had to feel my pain and regret. If only I could choose between you and him.

But if it happens this time, I'll make sure I will firmly choose Bella.

My heart is broken, my life is empty without it.

His face always adorned my eyes, his voice that always woke me up, his laughter that comforted me. I miss you so much, baby. Go Bella..

I sat down on the edge of the bed. I looked at the picture of Bella on the wall.

Our wedding, short wedding. Just a few days of our wedding officially. But stupidly I left my bride on that important day.

"Bella, baby.. Go home.. Miss you.. I'm sorry, honey.. I beg.."

My regrets are useless and continue to eat away at my life. The company that I started on the verge of collapse. One of my branch kids is running a deficit.

Whenever there's a big tender, I'm always beaten by Bella's company. His company is growing rapidly even without him. I was too tired, everything I received this time was the fruit of my own actions.

CRING ...

"Why, Lee?"

"Sorry, Sir. You should get back to the office immediately. The meeting this time, was a bit stingy in the face. The shareholders are starting to heat up, sir."

"All right, wait a minute."

Since the subsidiary's deficit, shareholders began to heat up. Questioning my performance, do I have to work alone. You guys are enjoying the results, damn it!!.

TUT ...

"I'm broken!!!." I put my fist on the bed.

***

"I'm confused, Reza. Been years left still crying lonely. Still don't give me face. Not that she wanted a child, I gave it to her. Just because of Bella, that big room was left empty in vain." I grumbled.

I didn't want to get pregnant, I didn't know if this was Reza's kid. But with this pregnancy, I can live luxuriously in this mansion.

I'm sick of seeing Reza wailing every day in that room, I wish she wouldn't come back and maybe die.

I sat on the edge of the balcony, watching Reza's car come out of the gate.

"CK. her instincts are so sharp. Go home just because I want to go into that room, or maybe no one will report my intentions." I rubbed my stomach that squeaks.

"When you're going to be born, it makes me uncomfortable."

My gestational age has entered five months. Every time I check, Reza never lets me go alone. And in this house, all my gestures are being watched. I'm sure it wasn't Reza who asked for it, it was my father-in-law.

"Eh, not in-laws. New candidates, maybe when this child is born they will call me son-in-law. That's if it's Reza's son, but whatever it takes, it should belong, Reza.

I remember the words of Reza's father, Abraham when I came into this house.

"You're sure the boy belongs, Reza?."

At that time I did not dare to answer, I was in the position of being a soft girl who was "accustomed" to being oppressed.

But when Reza helped me talk, Reza was pretty sure it was hers. I am not sure myself. Well even so, I'm grateful that he's been on my side until now.

Silently, I searched where Bella was. I don't want him to come back, if he has any intention of coming back. Then don't blame me for not pestering.

I must be Mrs Lincoln, the son-in-law of the Abrahamic family.

I'm already saturated hanging around out there, even though my needs are always met by Reza and some of my men. But I need a high status for my social life. I don't want to be her lover.

I don't care, Om and Aunt accept me or not. You just need Reza to accept me and give me social status.

"Mrs Lincoln.. It's not that beautiful to call." I laughed patting my hand.

Imagine when I go out shopping, there will be someone calling me "Mrs Lincoln."

They would bow and smile without daring to look at me. I'll get whatever I want, everything.