THE WIDOW BED NEXT TO MY HOUSE
Chapter 09. Why You're Not Grateful

Listening to Andreas' words, Fransiska's footsteps stopped. He looked down feeling guilty, considering Daniel was very good to him, especially his heart began to be linked and feel comfortable when with Daniel. Not because they have slept and done forbidden things like husband and wife. But, considering only Daniel is able to make himself comfortable and treat himself worthy of a woman in general. What's more, Frances had neither parents nor relatives where she took refuge and complained.

Fransiska's daydream stopped as her hand was held by Andreas.

“Where? Do you still want to split up and leave my life?” andreas asked pressing his tone. Fransiska became more depressed, and finally decided to give up.

“Alright, I will not go and demand anything from you. As long as you really promise to never interfere with business or what Daniel is doing,” said Fransiska flat, flat, blank eyes look at the toes of his lentic toenails with a clear white cuticle decoration.

Andreas embraces Fransiska, taking her inside the house. Fransiska walk. However, his eyes glared straight at the gate of the towering house, looking at the window of Daniel's room across his house.

Andreas takes Dania in, passes Anissa, Vika, and the private teacher has finished teaching Vika. The private teacher is seen compiling a textbook into a bag, then saying goodbye to Anissa because the teaching task is finished.

“Tante Siska why, Ma?” asked Vika when she saw Fransiska walking with a sad face, while being embraced by Andreas.

“Maybe sick because all night did not go home,” said Anissa did not forget a line of smiles emanated from the look of her face.

‘Who says a legitimate wife can win the temptation of a comfort woman like me. The proof is that I've won Andreas' heart. Fransiska, Francesca, your relationship with Andrew will soon be extinguished. I will make sure, I am the rightful wife of Andreas, along with all the treasures in his possession,’ Inner Anissa was smiling by herself.

Meanwhile, in Frances's room.

Fransiska sat on the edge of the bed, blankly looking straight ahead. His thoughts at this moment felt filled with question marks about Andreas' forbidden relationship together with Anissa. Fransiska continued to pull herself, asking if she was wrong so that Andreas could have an affair even to have a child with Anissa.

Not only that, Fransiska is currently also thinking about whether Andreas's remarks not to destroy Daniel's business can be held after he decided not to leave and ask for divorce with Andreas.

“Siska,” call Andreas, he kneels with both hands holding a 5 cm jewelry box containing a maroon-red diamond ring.

“Is the ring for the actor?” ask Fransiska flat.

“Anissa mean you?”

“Okay, I don't seem to want to know what the woman's name is,” Fransiska muttered softly.

“That woman doesn't deserve anything valuable from me. This ring I bought is special only for you, my dear,” obviously Andreas tried to persuade Frances to be able to forgive him.

“Oh, so yes!” in Fransiska's heart, ‘You have lied. The earrings that the woman wears are limited edition earrings that have just been exhibited in Europe.’

Andrew held onto Frances hand, putting the ring on his ring finger. For some reason, when Andrew's hand touched her skin, Fransiska felt a deep disgust for her husband. Until his eyeballs are perfectly rounded as if he wants to get out of place.

“Very beautiful. Expensive objects are indeed very suitable for expensive women like you,” praise Andreas while twirling the ring on Fransiska's ring finger, until the reflection of the sparkle of diamond eyes shine in both eyes.

Ting

The ring iron blow sounded soft.

Andreas's eyeballs instantly perfectly rounded, he slowly stood up, looking at the ring swirling under the bedroom window. A strong gust of wind blew the curtain cloth dangling on the floor.

Andreas took the ring, and he approached Fransiska again, asking why his wife had the heart to throw away the ring worth billions of dollars.

“Do you not like the motive?” andreas asked, trying to calm down, although at this time he really wanted to wear Fransiska.

“What to have luxury goods but never in care. Why buy and collect expensive items but never appreciated. If indeed cheaper goods are more interested and in looking for many people to show off and feel satisfied with the item. Why don't I pick an item like that,” Fransiska said flatly.

Andreas was speechless, he stood up with a gloomy looking face.

"Do you still want to talk about this? are you still unable to accept my relationship with Anissa? are you not willing to accept Vika either? don't you really want a child? WHAT DO YOU REALLY WANT SISKA! WHY AREN'T YOU GRATEFUL. I GAVE ANOTHER WOMAN'S CHILD FOR YOU. YOAH!" andreas shouted in his last sentence. Fransiska next to him fell silent.

Regretting his wife's yelling, Andreas sat down next to Francesco. Both of his hands ruffled his hair getting tangled.

Unsatisfied because Fransiska was silent with a blank look. Andreas changed his sitting position, he knelt down, put his face on Frances' lap.

"Dear, please talk to me. I can't bear to see you continue to look like this. Tell me what to do?"

No matter how loud and loud Andreas' voice begged Frances to open her mouth. Fransiska remained silent. All of that was because right now his heart was completely shattered like dust.

It was like an endless nightmare. That is how Fransiska feels now. He wanted to run as hard and strong as he could. But whatever the power, he felt both feet lotus with a burden so heavy, his lips like locked tightly until his tongue like fused with the ceiling of his mouth.

Meanwhile in another city. Daniel is seen entering a shopping mall where the store sells all the needs of women. Starting from accessories, bags, clothes, even other needs with a well-known brand.

Daniel stops in front of the accessories stand, he picks up a wristband with fine diamond grains adding a luxurious impression to each carving.

One of the shopkeepers came.

"A fitting choice, is this wristband for the woman you like?"

"More than like" said Daniel, he remembered Frances' sweet smile.

It didn't take long, and Daniel took the bracelet. After making the payment, Daniel went around from store to store to see which souvenirs were worth giving to his beloved. Although Daniel knew that Frances was the wife of a well-known conglomerate, Daniel did not care about it, the most important thing for her was the happiness of Frances.