The Lord's Concubine
Drunk Vania

"Come, Vania! We better go home, you've been drinking a lot" Tania said as she pulled Vania's body which began to stagger.

"A little while, Tania. I still want to have fun with him. Isn't that right, honey?!" sahut Vania with a laugh then hugged a handsome gigolo who had been with him since.

"But I have to go home, Vania! And you should come with me home, like it or not!" Tania doesn't care how Vania reacts. He continued to pull the woman's body to follow him.

Vania who had started drunk was only able to resign, she could not even resist. Upon arrival at the parking lot, Tania immediately put Vania's staggering body into her car.

"Come in, Vania." After successfully putting Vania in her car, Tania soon followed the woman into the car.

"You're having fun and getting drunk. How, anyway?!" grumbled Tania who was upset.

Vania laughed again. "Yes, yeah, I'm sorry!" the answer.

Tania rolled her eyes and immediately drove the car towards her friend's residence.

"I'll take you home."

"Whatever, even the King doesn't care about me" replied Vania with a cynical smile.

After a while, the car driven by Tania arrived in front of the King's residence. Security guards opened the gate and helped lead Vania into her mansion.

"Thank you, dear Tania!" racau Vania waved to Tania who was preparing to leave the place.

"Yes, you're welcome." Tania immediately drove the car to her residence.

"Let go of me, I can do it myself!" Vania brushed off the hand of one of the security guards who tried to help her.

"Good, Miss." The security guard bowed respectfully then returned to the front to continue his work.

Teetering, Vania stepped foot through the luxurious residence of the King. Until finally he arrived in front of the main room with full struggle.

Slowly Vania pushed open the door and found the room unlocked. Vania furrowed her eyebrows when she did not find the handsome figure who was the occupant of the room.

"Where is he?!" muttered Vania while smiling cynically.

"Why do I feel that the King is in the room of the village girl" raced Vania as she led her feet into the room.

It turns out that what Vania thought was true. The king was soundly asleep in Farra's shabby bed. His face was calm and seemed to have no burden at all.

"Well, what did I say? He must be sleeping here," muttered Vania as she approached the King who was still unaware of Vania in the narrow room .

Vania crouched down in front of the King who was still fast asleep. He looked at the handsome face that was still closed while smiling wryly. From the face of Vania, it was clear that she was really disappointed in the King, especially at his attitude that had suddenly changed lately.

"Why did you become like this, King? Didn't you promise me that you'll never fall in love with that girl. But, now ..you're acting like crazy after the girl's departure" Vania muttered as she stroked her husband's face.

Suddenly the King's body squirmed. He smelled an unpleasant scent in his sense of smell. The aroma that made his head and stomach again churned.

Slowly the King opened his eyes and he was so surprised to find Vania crouching in front of him with a disheveled face.

"What are you doing here?" ketus Raja while covering his nose with a pillow belonging to Farra.

Vania smiled cynically. "I should have asked you, King. What are you doing here? Trying to remember how Farra's body smells? Or ... imagine your hot romance, huh?!"

The king still covered half of his face with a pillow belonging to Farra which still clearly smelled the scent of the girl's hair.

"You drinking?" asked the King while looking closely at Vania's face.

Vania laughed. "Heh, it's none of your business. You better take care of yourself, King!" sahut Vania with great emphasis.

Vania got up and walked out of the narrow room again, while the King just kept quiet and watched Vania carefully without wanting to help his wife.

The king continued to look at Vania who was walking in waves until the woman disappeared from his sight.

"Somehow my sense of smell is so sensitive. I smelled a masculine scent on Vania's body and I'm sure it wasn't my scent. Besides me and Vania don't touch each other anymore. I am convinced that the masculine scent belongs to someone else. But strangely why do I feel so ordinary? I felt no pain at all let alone disappointment to Vania, "the inner King with a million questions in his head.

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