
Tomorrow...
In the morning, I woke up and cleaned the house. Starting from wiping the furniture until sweeping this house. Both inside and on the page. Until I finally saw the sun rising in the eastern horizon. It was time for me to take a shower and then hurry up and dress up. I have a photo shoot today.
Last night, Rey closed the door to her room without talking to me. I went back to sleep after my stomach was filled. Then get up when dawn comes. I live my routine as a contract wife and also as a student who has not graduated from college. And now my status only increases when I have to support myself. I became a contract model for a well-known car company.
I honestly like my job. Because only in a few shots can get a lot of money. Of course, all that is inseparable from the interference of Rey's own half-brother, Vino Mahendra. Which I smitten with. He was more attentive to me than his half-brother who was my husband's status.
Alright. Time to make breakfast.
I have taken a shower and dressed up. I made breakfast for someone who was still in the room. This morning I made the sausage fried rice easy. With a crispy fried onion topping on it. And after oseng here oseng there, finally my fried rice so too.
Done it.
At exactly seven in the morning I finished making breakfast. I quickly moved to the second floor to prepare for Rey's work needs. I also prepared socks for her to wear. And also warm water for her to take a shower. It has become my daily routine. Which I can't do on my own. Because Rey doesn't allow any maids in this house.
"Master, get up."
I also tried to wake him up. I see he's still struggling with his blanket. And as time went on, I finally set myself to touch his nose.
He still closed his eyes and also snored a little. Maybe he is exhausted or still wants to sleep in his dreams. But since it's seven o'clock, I just pull the blanket. I pulled him so he could wake up. But, right then...
Eh? Why the hell wake up the others?
I saw something upright but not a tower. There is a tense but also not electricity. This is probably how most men do in the morning. I don't know, I better wake him up.
"Master, wake! I want to go to work! You'll be late!"
And as usual, he didn't respond to me. And out of annoyance, I just left him. I have a contract for today's shoot.
A dozen minutes later...
I sat on the porch of the house looking through the chatter in the model group. Not long after a fancy black car came along and horned me. Soon I closed the door and walked out of the courtyard. And it turns out to be true that he came to pick me up. It was Vino who picked me up this morning.
The car's glass is lowered, the car door opens from the inside. I immediately smiled at the owner of the car and rushed into it. Today we are going to the same place for a different business. Vino was wearing his formal chocolate blezer. He looks handsome and charismatic too. We immediately left this house. We have a job to do immediately.
Speak what huh? Why get clumsy like this?