The Mafia's Whore
#22: Not Madam, Just Slave
"This is for you" said one of the servants. He gave me two stacks of dirty clothes.
"Ningsih, anything you tell Bella to do," Ana said fiercely.
"Yes, that's your job" Ani's circus won't accept.
The servant who was greeted by the ningsih rolled his eyes in a careless manner at the three women in front of him. Then, cross his hands and sneer. "She, not the mistress here. If she's a mistress, surely you wouldn't put her in the back room."
"Ningsih, watch your talk. Bella's married to the master."
"God .... " Ningsih waved her palm indifferently. "She's a show wife, the mistress in this house it's not her" pointed out Ningsih sharply.
"That's it," leerai Bella. The more it continues, the more it hurts. "I'll wash it."
"Let me, you just take a break." Ani's Speech. He was sorry to see Bella who continued to grieve there was no stopping.
"Let me too,"
Ningsih pulled next to the corner of her lips, scoffing. He did not like Bella, he always thought, why can his boss like a shabby woman like him, if he remembered not worth the mistress Gladies, the mistress who always spoiled him. Wherever he would go with the Gladies, Gladies once bought him a luxury bag, making him very attached to the mistress.
"If you don't want to purify, you should go shopping to the supermarket, you also don't defend her too much, she's not a mistress, but just a slave." ketus Ningsih passed away.
"That kid, I'd love to tear his lips" Ana said.
"Don't listen to Bella" Ani interrupted.
Bella nodded, she was already ordinary. That humiliation is nothing compared to Jhonatan's humiliation. "Ani, Ana, let me. After all it's Jonathan's clothes, let me clean it, besides I'm his wife, it's my duty."
Ana and Ani looked at each other, both smiling knots.
"I'll help you" said Ani.
"Sama, I'll help too." Ana Sargah.
Bella nodded, the three women went to the laundry.
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Elsewhere, in a room with a pile of paper in front of him, both eyes squeaking, the information this time around was really very fond of him. He looked at the small photo, honestly, her face was very beautiful, her nose was pointed and her lips were pink like freshly blooming cherry blossoms.
"Yes, sir. I got this information from one of the waiters there."
"You're quite deft," praised the boss. He admitted, the workings of his assistant did not take long to wait. Only a few days have I received personal information.
"According to the servant there, the woman did not know that Lord Jhonatan had a wife. I think Mr. Jhonatan wants revenge because the woman's father put Jhonatan's wife in a coma."
"But, it was an accident, not this woman who was wrong" said the man. He pointed at the small photo on the white paper, with all the information.
The Assistant nodded, tumben once the boss defended. Yes, he just defended.
"Bella Nafa Thalia, pretty. I like that name."
Next to her hand took a bolpoint over her desk, then tapped it toward her cheek while shaking her chair. "When I take it how? what else I don't have a wife, Jhonatan won't feel lost if I take one of his wives."
"There's good news, sir, Mr. Jhonatan is in Singapore."
Laughter adorned the room, she smiled cunningly. His lover died because of Jhonatan, so it would not hurt if he took his second wife as well. The great quarrel between him and Jhonatan, yes, the son of a bitch made his lover die of suicide.
Flasbacks.
"I want us to break up,"
"But why?" dominic asked, he won't break up.
"I love Jhonatan."
But a few days later, word was heard that Jhonatan would marry the Gladies, and make the lover commit suicide.
Cretek
The Bolpoint he held was instantly broken in two. What greatness Jhonatan, the Playboy man who toyed with many women, only with Gladies the man stopped, but it turns out the game on women is still the same.
"But the woman did not get love from Lord Jhonatan, Lord Jhonatan tortured her master and was made a servant. I was pretty sorry when the waiter told me, but the woman still survived.
"He can't appreciate women at all, men don't seem to deserve sincere love."