The Become A Villain In The Novel
Chapter 7

Arabella is a stepmother who is only five years different from me. Like the evil stepmother figure in other novels Arabella has a beautiful face, body shape ouhai and a set of clothes and accessories that are

showing the beauty of his body, as well as a sneaky grin that

disguised in his friendly smile.

The point is he's the perfect person to make you hate him at the first meeting without having to talk first.

“You're coming?” The woman approached me then without immediate permission. It makes me quiet because I'm too shocked. I don't think he's this brave to be so good-natured with me. Did I misjudge her because her female-like appearance wasn't right? Maybe he's ba—

“Finally you remember coming home. I've been so worried because you don't seem to care about your dad. Thank goodness my worries were wrong. The proof is now you are here.”

I took back my words. This woman a hundred—no, a thousand percent venomous snake.

“Sure I have to go home. If the owner of the house forgets to go home, others may feel this is their home and powerful.” The sneaky smile on Arabella's face faded away. I walked leaving him. “This house has not changed much. Goodness.” I turned around for a moment and smiled cheerfully. “Padahan I was afraid there are tacky items on display here as long as I do not exist.” I went back on my path. “Papa hasn't come home yet, right? Call me when he gets home. I'll be in my room for a minute.”

I don't really remember anything about decorating this house. Catherine's memory of Arabella did not appear. I know this from Keegan.

“Father Jonathan remodeled the interior of the house again. Arabella act out and make your home so horrible. The woman's taste was really tacky and rather vulgar. He bought a statue of a naked man and showed it off in the middle of your yard. He must have thought cool because the statue was bought from a craftsman in Italy.”

When I got here and saw the decor of this house was normal and there was no perverted statue in the middle of the yard, I became sure Papa had cleared up Arabella.

I have to thank Keegan later. Maybe give him a ticket and a week's vacation if all these problems are done he deserves. Moreover, I suspect the face of the plate is the result of depression from work and have a boss like me.

“Non, I'm home. Non, told by Madam to get down.”

I'm out of my room. “Mistress?”

The waiter looked excited. “Iya. Lady Arabella.”

“He who asked was called so?”

The waiter was silent. Seems very frightened. I saw his right hand blister.

“Hand of you why?”

Suddenly, he covered his hand. “Nothing, Non.”

Then suddenly another servant appeared from beside him. “Iya, Non. Miss Arabella doesn't want to be called mother. She said the mother had a catroc. Enough Non Catherine's mother that we call mother.”

So that blob of toilet paper meant my mother had to fall for being called by her subordinates?

I don't remember Catherine's mother. But I don't know, I feel attached to her just because of the fact that now she's my mom. The person who had died ten years ago, but his painting was still on display majestically in the middle of this house.

Then the waiter who had just come glanced at his friend. “His hand is blistered early due to ko—“ watering

The person called Dini immediately smothered his friend's mouth. “Let's go down, Non.”

I walked down and followed the two servant girls.

“Together with Mrs Arabella is really not good, Non. Karen's mom is much better. No more, not arbitrarily—“

“Already,” cut me. “You can get in trouble if you keep talking about it.”

As long as we went to the dining room there were a few servants passing by. It could be bad if they heard this girl's babble and reported it to Arabella. I'm not here. So there's nothing he can do for her.

“And you.” I glanced at the frightened girl. “Go, treat your wounds. In the closet is P3K. I'm not a baby to the dining room just need to be delivered.”

“Goodnight, Papa,” my friendly sap once in the dining room.

The man glanced at her for a moment, then nodded. Her father Catherine was obviously a stiff man.

This dinner would have been pretty easy had Arabella not suddenly interjected, “Sound you got in trouble again at the office?”

The movement of my hand that was scooping the food stopped. “I've handled everything. So Auntie doesn't have to worry.” I smiled broadly saying all that. If she doesn't like being called a mother, she probably doesn't like being called a aunt. Aunt jablay.

“I'm not even comfortable calling my father's wife big sister. I can't call you mama because there's only one mama in my life. So please understand if I can only call you aunt.” I smiled as warmly, as well as possible, and as sweetly as I could.

Obviously the woman was forcing herself to smile. His face was stiff and hideous. “Tapi—“

“Leave it,” Papa said. “It is strange that you are called a sister by your own connecting child.”

The woman could not speak anymore. I've been wanting to exhale a sigh of relief before he started acting again, “So what is your business with Tony Lesmana also done? Thank goodness then. I was worried to see his announcement on Instagram. I thought your relationship would be too

come end. But since you said it's over, it'll be all right

just. But, Catherine, once again be careful with your attitude. The employee that you brewed the coffee may be quiet now, but what if he later

act and vilify you. So I hope you won't do it again. We're all worried that you're in trouble.”

Aunt girang make up this thick. He didn't seem to want to stop.

“Thank you Auntie was worried about me. Aunty must care so much to know all the details that happened to me. But I'm sad, why did Auntie say I sprayed coffee at the clerk. Auntie better ask him directly. But yes, it's not possible Auntie

believe the words of that girl. Nobody believes me, not me

the nyiram. Just because aunty drank coffee to the waitress in this house does not mean I also like to do the same thing.”

I'm very satisfied to see Arabella can't wince. So do not disturb the lioness who is secretly alone if you do not want to be hit by her claws. I still clawed the tablets haven't bitten.

Then the mission box appeared. I wondered where he had been lately not to ruin my life. Turns out to be long-lived.

You successfully completed the hidden mission—complicating Arabella.

So there's a stealth mission like this? It seems like I'm still a bad guy if it still complicates other people's lives. I guess besides saying stupid dialogue like before, the mission box will give me orders for a lot of worship.

“Papa want you to get married.” After being silent about our debate, Papa said the most shocking thing.

“Honey, he will not want to marry other than Tony Lesmana. Are you sure Tony Lesmana wants to marry him?”

“I don't want to get married!” my firmness. “Even with that guy named Tony Lesmana. Why did I marry a fool like him.”

Arabella flabbergasted in disbelief. “You again sak—“

“I'm not hurt. And stop mentioning his name. If Aunty as she pleases is the same, Aunty alone married him.”

“Good if you do not want to marry that man,” Papa said. “ Papa doesn't like him either. But you still have to get married.”

The mission box appeared again in front of me.

Change the mind of Jonathan Wijaya who wants you married.

Not told I would do it. I'll even do it all the way.

“I don't want to. And Papa can't force me.”

“Sure Papa can force you.” The old man looked at me sharply. “You've had enough fun, it's time to think about the future.”

What fun?

“This is my life, Pa. Dad has no right to decide what I do. Even if I'm going to marry myself I'll decide who to marry.”

I'm sick of being forced to do something.

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Sincerely,

Dark Peppermint