The Marriage Contract With My Secretary
Enviousness

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A beautiful girl appears to have just woken up from her sleep when the day has begun to afternoon. Pricilla, that's the girl's name. It's common for a Pricilla to wake up at an hour like this after spending all night with her friends at a club.

"Oh, three o'clock," murmured Pricilla as she stepped down from the bed.

With a still staggering step, Pricilla walked out from inside the room. He rolled his eyes panted at the sight of the mother standing right in front of the door of his room.

"Pris, how long are you gonna keep relaxing like this? Find a job, help your brother make money!" admonish Areta while mend*sah long see the behavior of her daughter who just woke up at three in the afternoon. Imagine, three o'clock in the afternoon!

"Mother, this mother why really likes to organize my life. Jessy didn't get to me like this. Why are you so busy!" hardik Pricilla is annoyed.

"Dragon's talking, Pricilla. You're talking to your parents. Know no!"

"Who thinks Mother is a donkey, huh! Never mind, this early in the morning don't make a fuss at home. I'm hungry, I want to eat!"

"Morning did you say?" upset Areta. "It's three in the afternoon, Kalista. Three afternoons! Oh, my God, you're crazy or something!"

Not understanding the words of the mother, Pricilla casually sauntered towards the dining table. He excitedly opened the cupboard where he stored food. And once opened, Pricilla immediately closed his eyes holding back resentment because it turned out that there was no contents in there. Empty, the food closet is empty.

"Suck!"

Areta was indifferent when she heard the sound of the closet door being closed very strongly. Yes, he did deliberately not leave any food for his lazy daughter. Areta is annoyed, she does not want her daughter to continue to relax and only knows to rely on money from her stepson. Although Areta doesn't like Jessy very much, she still has enough conscience to defend her. Because after all, Areta is well aware that as long as she is sick Jessy is the one who takes care of and pays for all her medical expenses in the hospital. While his own biological daughter, only knows how to spend money with a group of friends who are unemployed. It's like a curse because Areta has to have a son as a pricilla.

"Mom, what the fuck is that! Why the food closet is empty. I don't cook anything!" pricilla shouted with a fiery eye flash.

"You think food can be cooked using stones. All the money Jessy gave you spent, Pris. How can you still ask me why I don't cook. You're crazy, yeah!" sahut Aretan.

"Reason! I don't think I know that you're secretly keeping the rest of the money that the damn woman gave you. Yes, just admit it!"

Plaaaaakkkkk

Pricilla's head fell to the side when her cheek was suddenly slapped by her mother. He then growled furiously, staring hatefully at his mother who looked shocked after slapping her cheek.

"P-Pricilla, Ib-Mother by accident. Sorry," said Areta.

God, how could I slap my own daughter? You're crazy, Areta. Pricilla will be very angry with you.

"By defending the stepdaughter who does not know herself was Mom to be able to slap me?" pricilla asked as she rubbed her cheeks that felt numb. Eyes warming. "Wooaaahhh, if Sister Jessy saw what Mom had just done to me, she would have laughed happily. A mother slaps her own son. Is this what you want, huh!"

Enraged by her mother's actions, Pricilla violently pushed the body of the woman who had given birth to her until it fell to the floor. He did not feel pity at all even though his mother was moaning in pain while holding the scar of surgery on her stomach.

"Shhhh Pris, Mom's stomach hurts. Please," Areta groaned with trembling lips.

"Please? Hah, don't expect."

"Please, Pris. It really hurts."

Pricilla. He calmly stood up while folding both hands in front of his chest watching the mother who continued to groan in pain without any intention to help him. Pricilla thinks it's appropriate for her to do this after what her mother did to her.

Feel it. This is a worthy reply because Mother had the heart to slap me. It's not good to be ignored by your own children? That's how I felt when Mom hit me on the cheek. Even God very justly lowers karma to protect a child who is being persecuted. Cihh, you troublesome woman. Just die you're there.

Areta continues to moan in pain when her daughter does not give help. Realizing that Pricilla doesn't care about her at all, Areta crawls slowly towards the sofa. His heart was like a sharp samurai sliced in this way by his own biological daughter. Very inversely proportional to the attitude of his stepson who painstakingly care for and finance his life even though there is no relationship between them other than the former mother and stepson. It's sad, isn't it?

"Mom gave birth and raised you, Pris. But why did you reply to him like this? I know I was wrong for slapping you, I'm sorry. But you're not doing that for no reason. You're too presumptuous to call Jessy a fucking woman. Realize not if all this time he has been sufficient cost of our lives. You shouldn't say that about him. Know no!" tegur Areta slow. The surgical scar on his stomach again throbbed. He sizzled softly.

"Mother isn't praising, but it's a fact you have to admit. Look now, look at all the clothes and jewelry we wear. If it wasn't your brother's money, do you think we could afford it? Not to mention this wound!" areta shouted while lifting the clothes that covered the wound on her stomach. "Who's the guy who's been funding my mom's treatment if it's not Jessy? You you? Heh, impossible. The girl who only eats and fiddles is it possible to have the money to pay for such expensive hospital fees? It can't be, right?"

Pricilla immediately threw her face the other way as her mother dictated what her stepbrother had done. It's true, but Pricilla is reluctant to admit it. To be honest, Pricilla does not want to work. But he only felt envious seeing his much prettier half-brother and was also lucky to be able to work in a big company. The good fortune should have belonged to Pricilla, but somehow fate turned around like this. So yes already, Pricilla decided not to work and let her stepbrother who slammed the bones meet the needs of all of them. Including bear the cost of his mother's treatment that costs not a little.

"Pris, please stop wasting your youth like this. Find a job, not necessarily in the company. At least enough to finance your own life needs. You're an adult, baby. Be serious about your life a little bit" Areta softly advised her daughter.

"Better you shut up and don't interfere in my affairs. Whether I want to work or not, I'm not asking for money from Mom. So don't lecture me anymore or I'll push Mom like that. Wanna?"

After threatening her mother, Pricilla rushed into her room. He was no longer in the mood to eat after arguing with his mother just now.

I'd better get ready and then go see my other friends. It could break my head if you get in here and lecture me again. Hufft, annoying.

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