The Revenge of the Actor
Mommy, Help Me!

After a long day of work, Clarissa finally returned home with the rest of her energy. Working in a big city known for traffic jams made the woman have to be willing to be stuck in traffic for almost an hour. In fact, the distance between the office and his apartment is not too far only takes approximately thirty minutes driving a two-wheeled vehicle.

"Good night, Miss Clarissa. Can I make mango juice or warm matcha?" A waiter greeted Clarissa's arrival in a friendly manner.

In that apartment Clarissa did not live alone. He was accompanied by two female servants to take care of all his needs.

Clarissa decides to stay in the apartment to smooth out the revenge mission. He did not want if Sean or others suspected that the young lady was the daughter of a successful businessman in the construction field. However, Alvin kept an eye on his daughter from a distance, visiting her once a week twice to see her youngest child.

With a tired face and energy remaining, Clarissa smiled faintly and returned the servant's greeting. "Good night, Isma. Um ... Please make me warm matcha without added sugar. After that put it on my bedroom nightstand!"

Isma smiled while bowing respectfully. "Good, Miss."

Soak in a bath tub with warm water mixed with soap and lavender essential oil aroma, one of the flowers is believed to reduce stress by lowering high blood and heart rate and stretching tense muscles.

Clarissa inhales the fragrant aroma sourced from soap combined with essential oils while closing the eyes. It was the hardest day of his life as a secretary. Following Sean's rhythm of work left the woman a little overwhelmed. However, because his determination was already round he learned 'to understand what his boss wanted.

A small child playing in the middle of a flower garden with a variety of colors. He ran alone around the vastness of the flower garden with beautiful colors. A carefree laugh sounded from her tiny lips. His face looked so happy.

"Yeah, I can catch this dragonfly!" The petite girl cheered happily when she managed to catch one dragonfly that happened to perch on a leaf branch. "Mommy, look! I can catch this dragonfly!" it was on a beautiful almond-eyed woman.

The beautiful woman looked. His eyes sparkled brightly like sunlight shining during the day, he smiled when he saw the long-haired girl in two braids showing the results of her work for a few minutes ago.

Gently, the woman said. "Well, you're great, honey!" he shouted while holding two thumbs of the hand into the air. A strong wind blew making strands of hair that woman covered part of her beautiful face like Goddess Aphrodite.

The little girl ran over to her mommy, without letting go of the animal she caught just now. "Look, Mommy! This dragonfly, it's beautiful, isn't it?" Spoiled on the lap of the mommy. Her tiny lips kept on speaking. Although the little girl's face was not very clear because it was blocked by the bright rays that dazzled the view, but the woman did not feel disturbed in the slightest.

Tight fingers rubbing fragrant hair aroma typical of children. Peeping the top of the head lovingly. "Really, Honey. But you can't take him home. Pity him if he has to part with his family. She ... must be sad to be separated from her Papa and Mama."

"Just imagine how this dragonfly feels to be separated from his parents. It must be sad, right?" The little girl nodded her head in response.

"So, I can't take this dragonfly home, Mommy?" There was clearly a look of disappointment on his face. He showed the dragonfly while sitting sweetly on his mommy's lap.

"Really, Honey. Let this dragonfly fly freely in the vast realm, play with his friends, meet his family just like you."

"Yes, then I'll let her go back to her place to be with her family again." Although sad to be asked to release the cat, but the little girl obeyed the order of the almond-eyed woman.

"Smart kid!" said the woman.

Then, the long-haired little girl in two braids got up and ran small towards where she was. He let go of his catch while shouting. "Fuck, dragonfly! Be careful on the road. I'm sorry I caught you!" The tiny fingers were waving towards the dragonfly who had somehow flown to nowhere. Mengulum smiled to show a row of white teeth and neatly arranged.

He said a little, "You are great, son. Mommy's proud of you, baby!"

After feeling satisfied playing, the little girl was about to run over to the mommy. Suddenly, someone's hand pulled his arm.

"Let go, me! Mommy, help me!" his yell. The tiny body of the little girl thrashed, trying to escape from the strangulation of strangers who came suddenly.

Hearing the sound of her son's screams, the beautiful woman in a white dress with a colorful flower hairpiece turned her head. He looked surprised when he saw his daughter's body in the arms of a woman whose face was not so foreign.

Hard enough to think, until finally he knew who the woman was. Almond eyeballs are perfectly wide open with jaws.

"You ..." he said softly.

"True, it's me! Do you miss me, Baby?" ask the bad woman. Sneer while continuing to block the arm of a three-year-old little girl.

Not yet had the owner of the almond eyes answer, the voice of the little girl interrupted their conversation. "Mommy, help me! Get me off this evil aunt!" his yell.

Feeling that her son's life was being threatened, the beautiful woman panicked. The water of anxiety was clearly drawn on his white face smooth like porcelain. "Let go of my son! Don't you ever hurt him! Otherwise, I'll take your life away!" threaten him by raising the tone of voice.

However, the evil woman was completely unprovoked. Continued to smile cunningly as it managed to reclaim what its rival had. "I will never let go of this child! Forever, you can't see her again!" Laughing wickedly while staring intently at the owner of the almond eyes.

Then, he took out an object from behind the blazer used. It was so shiny when exposed to sunlight.

"No! Don't touch my son!" he shouted as he ran forward.

But he is late. Sharp objects made of stainless that has hit the belly of the little one. The white dress changed color to red. Fresh blood kept flowing. The little girl drooped on the green grass with a face that turned deathly pale.

"Say good bye to your Mommy, Sweetheart!"

"No! My boy!" hysterical shouting.

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