The Sins of Marriage in London
MOSAIC 8 USIL

Phone chat

@Alone

"lunch I'll pick up" 10:15

"Don't go anywhere, before I go home! " 1016

Syha ignores Alon's message behind her phone, the car drives back to the mansion. Arriving at the residence Syha compile her luggage. He had just come home from the supermarket to buy food.

"Excuse me, miss, I'm Nanny. Why did you buy the kitchen necessities?," a middle-aged woman approached her expression of fear enveloping her aging face. He had let his master's wife buy the kitchen needs that had become his duty.

"It's okay, I want to cook my lunch later," the woman replied as she pulled out some eggs, vegetables, and meat.

Nanny seemed to prevent it, "let me cook for miss ya."

"No ush," Shha refused, feeling sorry if an old woman should take care of all her needs. "I can do it myself."

Nanny ducked, her hands folded in front of her thighs rubbing to relieve her anxiety, "What if Mr. Alon knows," asked Nanny in a slightly trembling voice.

"It's okay I'll explain it to him" replied Syha as she tidied up her groceries.

Nanny watched the woman pack the ingredients. Afraid of something happening because this is the period of pregnancy, he must faithfully accompany his employer's wife wherever she is.

"Let me help pack up, miss," bargained Nanny grabbed the parcel tucked into a shopping bag, stacking it in the cabinet.

Syha smiled nodding "Thank you, I also don't know where to put the groceries."

Syha used to do this since High School, served by others seemed strange to her. Although Syha was adopted from Eden which incidentally as a high-class conglomerate, her life was very abandoned because her adoptive father threw her to London. She was a woman far from being glorified with a pool of treasure.

After everything was neatly arranged, Syha walked around the park to breathe fresh air.

While rubbing the woman's stomach hummed, "if you're just a moment with you, you'll live happily here" she said, smiling "You don't have to live the hard life you've been through."

Syha remembers how Eden threw her from St. Petersburg to London without compassion, when she was a teenager. To get on with life, she works part-time at a fish farm. Even so God remains kind to him, he can still continue school even though his financial problems.

Time passed until 12 noon while waiting for Alon, Syha returned to the kitchen to cook omelets with a mixture of meat and vegetables, her favorite food during the indekost.

Just 5 minutes passed, the creature that was spoken of had already revealed the trunk of his nose. Take off the fan toffel shoes and pass to the room, then she descends back into the kitchen with a slightly messy tie in the collar.

'Who's cooking at this hour? didn't I tell Nanny not to have lunch?'

The smell of food bursting through the respiratory tract, Alon quickly descended and looked at Syha who was busy cooking, her voice shouting at the maid he had arranged to watch over his wife "NANNY!"

Syha was surprised by Alon's screams that echoed throughout the house.

Staggering, the middle-aged woman ran over to her master, looking at his face portraying fear. In a stern voice he said "i-ya sir."

"Don't I tell you not to let him do the housework?!," Alon bursts out with a finger. How could his wife cook while the waiter in this house let her.

Nanny ducked in fear, Syha who did not accept Alon shouted harshly, quickly raising her voice "you don't need to put it on as such," defended Syha

Alon glanced at "you think I paid the waiter to let her leha-leha like this?" Alon pushed the old woman down to the floor, "you're off this house!"

Syha ran over, hugging the two weak shoulders to stand up "Nanny is okay, right?"

Nanny shook her head "I'm fine, miss."

His sharp gaze shifted to a figure who stood arrogantly without feeling guilty "It turns out you're like this huh? You cruel man!"

Alon sneered at "you want to tell me no matter how I don't care, go upstairs and change your clothes" she said heartlessly.

Syha replied nonchalantly, Alon rubbed his face riled up "do you want Nanny to be fired because of you?" pressed the man.

Syha stood up, stomping her feet up the stairs to rush into the room.

'Based on strange men, sometimes good, sometimes jaim, sometimes cruel hard to guess his attitude' Syha ngerundel alone.

When she finished, she went down the stairs and found Alon talking to someone behind the phone.

"You've found it?" Alon was still lingering in the conversation, the man glanced at his arrival "already in the past," he then turned off the call.

The man looked at the appearance of his wife, at first glance Alon seemed to be enchanted with the beauty adrift "Why do you have to dress so beautiful? Remove your make up."

Syha rolled her eyeballs, both hands folded in front of the chest "hey sir bringel, I dress for myself. Not for you, and not for anyone else."

"If it's for you then why are you showing your makeup out there? isn't it enough you know?"

Syha was silent, not interested in retaliating.

"Are you forgetting the deal I gave you?"

Syha looked confusedly "what?"

"Be like a husband and wife during the marriage" said the man.

"Yes, what do I have to do?" Syha's question made Alon a little frustrated, did he not understand the direction he was referring to?.

"Your duty as a wife is to obey the command of the husband."

Tired of continuing the debate Syha towards the sink wash dishes, wash his face and wipe the water droplets with a cloth there.

"Easy, satisfied?" Without responding Alon stepped his foot out into the trunk. Shha followed the man, walking his legs together.

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Syha tidied up the dress wrapped in her body, the hair was a little messy she was bun so as not to look cute. Stepping out while looking at a man sitting sweetly with legs crossed.

"Ga fits, replace the others" Alon continued to order workers to change the tenue he was wearing.

Alon squinted his eyes "at least that comes out of your mouth that's a thank you, '" he murmured.

"Yes thank you", replied Syha in a lazy tone

"Excuse me sir, maybe this dress will be perfect for your wife" a feminine-looking lace dress with a charming brocade stole Alon's attention.

Alon glanced at her, his gaze alternately looking towards the dress simultaneously.

"Why are you staring at me like that? You're asking me to wear it again?" the woman lamented in annoyance.

Alon mumbled his lips "no need, I know this will suit you," he said lightly "wrap this one."

Syha was shocked "so since I was changing, you just chose this dress?" grunt the woman.

Alon snorted "Yes, anyways all the dresses are ugly. Not suitable for you" his his hiss while thrusting the tote bag to Adam.

"What are you doing in my boutique, sweetie" Darling greeted Alon with a sweet smile. His hand shrewdly stomped the man's burly muscles.

"Buying something darling," replied Alon briefly.

"Why didn't you say you wanted to come here? is this for Amma? you should have called me." God with eyes.

Syha with an exasperated stomp back to the fitting room hurriedly changed clothes, and exited the boutique.

'Oh my Darling, Gross!' cetus Syha with glean.

"Ehm Mr. Alon Miss Rashhanda left just now, that's an order from you?" The woman had just told him that she had obtained permission to go out.

"What?" While Alon realized that his wife was no longer in the boutique, he quickly ran out. Ignoring the call of darling that invites her to talk.

After circling a few jengkal, Alon discovers the whereabouts of Syha. Following along equated his steps with the woman.

"Why did you leave earlier? did I do anything wrong?"

Syha did not respond, her gaze remained focused forward. Alon was waiting for an answer from him.

Alon took a breath, diverting the subject "What do you want to eat?"

Syha's eyes glimpsed at a glance at "Serah," she replied briefly.

Alon turned to adam "look for the name of the food whatever."

Adam reached into his cell phone, did a search in browsing "There is no name or place of such a restaurant," explained Adam while smiling flatly.

Alon raised both eyebrows "listen? There's no NAME FOR WHATEVER food," Alon re-emphasized "tell the other food."

"I don't want to eat that," Syha said quickly.

Alon breathed roughly "Adam explained what the impact of pregnant women is if they do not maintain their diet" Alon's statement made Syha wide-eyed.

Adam breathed in with all his might, preparing to issue thousands of geophysical analogies of biological chemistry stored in his brain storage, "in the opinion of the Professor, the doctor, cumlaude, he said, if pregnant women do not set the diet then the impact that can occur first, pregnant women will easily experience fatigue due to lack of unmet daily intake then xxxxxx-"

Before the beloved assistant pulled out a dizzying alibi, Syha quickly interrupted "i want strawberry pie."

"Say from the beginning it's hard" he sis Alon, and offers his arm to hold, "hold."

"Ga wants!," Shha refused, for what he had to play in a public place like this.

"Your ransom want me to add more?"

Syha clucked in annoyance, with the compulsion she embraced the arm, bringing her every step closer to a cake shop.

When Adam opened the door for them, at the same time a lovebirds came out of the store.His feelings felt a different air, his heart was pounding, he sharpened his eyesight to make sure that he did not see wrong.But the back was long gone inedible and then tares visitors.

"Didn't you want to go in?" said Alon, breaking his daydream for a moment, as Syha quickly set her foot back.

While she was busy choosing, Adam whispered something "Miss Syha must have missed her husband a lot." The man glanced at Alon's expression that looked sad "When Zein Gerald was in London, didn't the lady need certainty about her husband's news?"

The busy Alon was fixated on staring at the woman, immediately replying "for the time being, don't let them meet first."

"Syha can't know if Zein's still alive."

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After a tiring journey, Alon loosened his tie and threw his body on the sofa, while Syha seemed to immediately rush into the room.

"What about my room?," the woman asked slightly shouting from the top half of the floor.

"Next to it" said Alon, pouring a teapot of water into the glass, he gulped it down to the toilet.

Syha dragged the suitcase stored in Alon's room to switch to the next room. Pushing the door of the room to open, Syha stepped in. Shades of poriro animation, pink wallpaper, and flickering lights that look tacky.

Syha jerked the suitcase, sagging at the temple as if she wanted to explode "ALON!," she shouted at the husband who was cool to see the ball channel on television.

The woman stood up dabbling on her waist, looking at Alon's bead with wrath.

"YOU!," grumbled Syha "you think I'm a 10-year-old huh?"

Only this haughty man could go berserk, he could also be far more ferocious than Alon.

"really right? That part of the color suits you," said Alon, the man was busy gulping down a can of soda. Syha snatched the can and threw it on the floor.

A rough clash enveloped the room "I'm not going to sleep in that room!" Shha passed by stomping "I'll sleep in your room, until you change it!"

There was a very loud bang from up there, surely his wife had just slammed the door with the outside perishing.