The Hundred Thousand Woman
Part 4's

Maureen joins Wilson and Leo, who are currently talking in their backyard. He had just finished replacing the dirty clothes of a woman these two men had brought. At that time he did not have time to ask about the woman because Wilson had interrupted him to immediately replace the clothes of the slum woman. Yeah, that's Maureen's first look at the woman—Veila Amor.

"It's over?" wilson asked, looking at his wife warmly. Reflexes, he nods justifying Wilson's question. Feeling hesitant, what Maureen did now was sit while squeezing the fingers of both hands with the deep lips that she had to bite. Because until this moment Wilson did not also say about who the woman he brought.

Maureen also ventured to ask, "He ... Who?"

Leo and Wilson, who were talking, turned to Maureen. The two of them stared at each other before Wilson finally answered his wife's question. "He will be my future wife. No, I mean a place to fertilize for the Hovers to have a successor" Wilson explained, and that sounded pretty cruel to Maureen's ears. For some reason, the second wife's call was more fitting out of Wilson's mouth. No, instead of just being willing and taking everything for granted, it's just that 'place of conception' is a negative connotation that makes his ears buzzing.

"Can you tell me everything about ... him?" Maureen again asked, this time he did not look at Wilson. His view now centered on lush trees that were swaying in the wind. The night wind was cold, but soothing, and Maureen loved it.

"I don't even know who he is. Because the initial intention of the two of us was to have a successor, so I looked for a 'cheap' woman who nested a lot in the nightclub. Just then, I saw him, the woman, and I bought him for 100 thousand dollars from a man. You know Maureen, women like them, who are always in and out of nightclubs, not caring about life. Their minds are just lust and money. If the future successor to the Hovers family is born, it will all be over" explained Wilson with his hands now clasped his wife's hands. While at the other end, Leo can only be a romantic audience for both of them.

Maureen was somewhat surprised upon hearing Wilson's explanation just now. He thought everything was agreed, but no, his mind was wrong. He thought the unconscious woman had not known about everything, — about Wilson who bought it and would make it a place of conception. Grimacing, he felt a bit sorry for the woman. Because according to him, the woman's face wasn't exactly like the 'night butterfly' that Wilson was telling me about.

"Maureen, can you survive for a year? It's only been a year or faster than that. I promise," he said, squeezing Maureen's hand, which he was holding. The woman turned her eyes to Wilson, smiled slightly and then nodded slowly.

However, Maureen would never believe one hundred percent of the promise Wilson made earlier. Because he sure is right, one day when—drama they both will surely be mixed by love spices—Wilson and the woman, Veila Amor.

***

Veila opened her eyes slowly. The light of the light that was classified as bright made both eyes narrow, trying to get used to the light that penetrated in. He just had a bad dream. I don't know, Veila was doubtful whether it was classified as a nightmare or a flashback of bad events in her life. Starting from his mother's marriage, after his mother's death, the violence that his stepfather did, until he met the son of a bitch Charlie. Getting a flashback that he considered a nightmare made his chest feel tight.

There's no point in me living, that's what Veila thinks.

Just as he was about to close his eyes again, trying to calm his glassy mind, he suddenly recalled something. That night, the last time he was with Charlie was at a nightclub. However, at this time, he was in a room that was quite spacious with a modern accent. He rushed to reveal his blanket, a little surprised when he saw his changed clothes. Because jeans and oversize sweatshirts that have changed their color. This satin sleeping dress .. Who changed her clothes?

"I was bought by the old man? Really true?" He asked himself in a hoarse voice. No, he does not want to be bound in the dark world of the old man who thirsts for lust. He had to run away, leave this house. It did not take long, now Veila was already moving from the position of her bed, standing with both feet even though a little dazed. Not caring about the rope of her dress that had sagged so that her innocent shoulder was exposed, she immediately ran towards the door. However, he had not been able to reach the doorknob, the door of the room was already open first. He screamed in surprise when he saw a tall man with jet black hair who was now standing in the doorway.

"I thought you were dead. How, what's your good sleep, hm?" ask her with both hands folded over her chest. There was a sense of annoyance that came out when the person he was questioning did not answer at all. "Mute? Deaf? It was disrespectful, uneducated, cih," he sneered, making Veila feel stupefied. Why is everyone always looking down on him? Not educated ... That word hurt her feelings. This man he did not know dared to say that, without further ado.

"Well, since you won't answer me, sign this immediately." Wilson throws a brown envelope in front of Veila, who happens to fall right over her thighs. The woman glanced, staring at the envelope in wonder and a clueless look. Not asking, Veila immediately opened and took out the contents of the envelope.

A letter of agreement between him and the man.

His eyes widened when he found a sentence "As a place of conception." What does this mean? "This, what the fuck?" tanyanya, looking up and staring at the man—Wilson Alexander Hovers.

Wilson smiled obliquely and then said, "I don't think I need to answer your question, it's all in the agreement. I know you're not illiterate and understand every point of the deal. Ah, you need to know, I bought you for 100 grand. If you can replace my money in brackets for a day, then you can be free and reject the deal."

"I don't want to. Why should I be a place of conception? Do you think you can fuck me? You think I'm a child-printing machine?" veila's protest, irritated Wilson even more and said.

"Then give me back my 100 grand."

Can't, in any way, Veila won't be able to return that much money. Wilson was cunning, he knew if the woman in front of him was a poor man, so he brought back a hundred thousand dollars that was not much for him.

"I can't" Veila replied with her head bowed perfectly. Feeling bad, unable to lift his head and staring at Wilson. The man was terrible, Veila was a little scared.

Veila's reply made Wilson laugh mockingly and then grimace, "That's it, don't be so expensive and sign it."

With great force, Veila nodded her head. He had not read the entire contents of the agreement in a hurry, so all he did was to sign it immediately and read it again after that he cried lamenting his misfortune.

Seeing Veila who had now finished signing the agreement, the man looked down on the woman before him. There is nothing she needs to look at, because in fact Veila is a cheap woman who wants to accept everything because of money.

However, in fact, Veila has not even read point five where Wilson would have paid her if she managed to give a descent.