Tough Servant Taste Wife.

Tough Servant Taste Wife.
76: PTRI: What is your habit?


“It's done,” Orson said, having successfully completed his treatment to Alves. 


“Hm.., thank you.” Alves replied, wearing a kimono towel again. “Ayo, out. You shouldn't have gone into this room.” Imbuhnya, pushing Orson's back slowly to get out of the room. 


‘That means that no one can enter other than himself right?’ Terka Orson, inevitably had to follow the willingness of Alves to get out of his room Elly. 


CLOAKS.


After the door closed, the bathroom door was open, and Elly came out, after finishing her morning ritual with a comfortable feeling.


‘Hahh, I can finally be a little free. This morning was exhausting. Tomorrow morning, my body must be sore all because this body is not used.’ Elly thought, then took off the towel wrapped around her naked body, and put on the clothes she was going to wear today. 


PRONOUN…


“Elly, I have sat-”


“Hey, can't you knock on the door first?” Elly immediately scrunched her eyes when she saw Alves suddenly just open the door without knocking on the door first.


“This is my home, I can do anything as I please.” Alves replied, regardless of his own image as a man, entering the woman's room just like that. 


“So what do you want to say?” Elly asked without caring that Alves was looking at her. 


“Why did you call Orson?” 


“Is that all you want to ask?” Ask again. 


“Tida, actually open only that. But answer that one question first.”


“According to the saying, more people will be better. Usually what do you do on holidays like this?” Ask Elly again, while wearing pants, white t-shirt with a blend of jeans, then the hair is tied one. Casual impression was still seen in Elly, who only chose clothes carelessly. 


‘It seems, even if she wears a negligee though, she remains beautiful.’ Unknowingly being affected by the existence of Elly who had just completed her own arrangement.


“One minute thirty-five seconds, pay me one hundred and fifty thousand for every minute you look at me.” 


“Are you blackmailing your own boss?” Alves asked with a slanted smile, hearing Elly even demanded payment from him, but just stared at Elly. “While when you looked at me I didn't ask you for money at all.”


“But the most loss is me, you see everything from top to bottom, it's quite high service cost because I managed to wash your eyes.” Because what Elly faced was a man with a myriad of treasures, he was free to do anything, as long as money could enter his bank account. 


And that's what Elly did in her previous life. 


Although his work seemed not comparable to the effort he put in, because many consider him as a person who can only be used as a puppet, he was not so concerned, he was not so concerned, because the one principle that is embedded in him is perfection. 


Alves smiled cunningly, looking at the woman ahead there so the calculation if it was about money matters. 


“While I also lost,” Muttered Alves. 


“What losses? You yourself have a lot of money, and I just need a place to stay as well as money, as well as-”


“Suami.”


Hearing this, Elly looked at Alves with the coldest gaze. 


Though how many times has Elly said about rejection and related to the relationship, but Alves clearly looks so persistent to get himself to be his wife?


‘Padahan who certainly wants to be his wife is the owner of this body.’ Elly's heart, he felt pity because the soul of the body that Elly used was really no longer there. Though the body was still young, but some memories that Elly saw, were all less pleasant things. 


But because Elly had decided to make the body she used to live in comfort and luxury, and no one dared to disturb her, Elly will make anyone who opposes her will she reply. 


Good is repaid by good, and evil is repaid by evil. 


“With Alves, I would not be bored at all to say that I would reject your offer.” Elly affirms every word that continues to concern her with Alves' desire to make her Wife, because Elly herself still has trauma with her past life that failed once in her marriage. 


“‘Sama like you, I won't be tired of giving you offers to make you a Wife. Just tell me directly, if you suddenly change your mind.” Alves' smile, like that of a madman, as he showed his stupid facial expression, said an offer that Alves had never offered to any woman other than Elly himself. ‘When he once said that I had desecrated the body, shouldn't I be responsible?


But why-ah~ Yes, I just remembered that he had failed once in his marriage in his previous life, eating him he still has not opened his heart. 


But are you going to keep it that way? Is my figure in his eyes a man who likes to cheat like a man before me?’ Thought Alves. 


“Alves? Why did you take so long? If I don't eat, I'll spend it.” Threatened Orson, in living in the dining room by Alves.


“Iya, briefly!” Shouted Alves, and seeing the look of disbelief Elly because of hearing his personal assistant Alves who usually looks polite, dignified while working, suddenly became like everyone else. 


“Wait, you haven't answered my question, what do you usually do during holidays like this?”


“Oh, you're really curious huh? I'm usually on holidays like I use to play sports, or play golf, and the most leisurely, usually me and Orson will do skydiving. Wh why? From your question you look like you're interested in something related to me.”


Elly closed her eyes, and touched her chin while revealing her thinking face. “Ok, you have breakfast first, change clothes and we will prepare.”


“Where to go?” Alves had absolutely no idea of the path of mind that Elly had this time around.  


Elly smiled proudly, and replied : “We will have fun.”


‘For a while, that smile of his always made me feel like there would be something wrong with his goal this time.’  Alves suddenly feels bad about the plan Elly has for them. 


‘Hehehe, because he has more power, I will use him.’ Elly's heart, not yet doing what she was thinking, she was already happy. 


‘Why all of a sudden my hair stands?’ Even Orson who was about to pick up a beef stew made by Elly, his hair really stood up. 


_____________


Somewhere else. 


“What are you thinking Cecil?” The 45-year-old woman asked her son, Cecil. “Last-lately I've seen you daydream?”


Cecil who was sitting on the sofa, just glanced at his mother and returned in his thinking position. 


‘He kept daydreaming, what really happened anyway? It pisses me off if she doesn't want to talk about it with me.’ thought this woman, Mother Cecil.


As Cecil kept quiet, he sat down next to Cecil.


“Aren't you supposed to have fun with Aiden? Your stern voice is not good, tell me, what really happened. Do you have a problem with Aiden?”


Cecil, who had just bit his finger with a daydream, kept on his mind about one of the people he knew, finally wanted to turn to his biological mother who seemed to have been waiting for an answer to him. 


“Not. But this is about Raelyn,” he replied. 


“What? Why do you even look like a tough guy just because of that useless kid? You've made him go to another realm, why suddenly so worried about that?” Ask again. Though all this time their lives were much more comfortable, after the departure of one of the people who made them like being in a pool full of hatred because of someone, namely Raelyn, his adopted son.


“Of course I was worried about him, because it was party time a few days ago, there I had a chance to see him, Raelyn. I actually saw that face again there.” Cecil said again with an anxious face. 


“You must have seen wrong, where there might be someone who could survive after he was thrown into the sea with his car. You must have seen in the news, in this world there are always faces like identical twins, even though they are strangers.” Obviously Cecil's mother, hoping that the child could be calmed back. 


“Iya, I know that too. Even though Mom had said that, it calmed me down, but just based on that nonsense, something was impossible, and I was still uneasy about it. 


What if she really is Raelyn? What if our secret is exposed, because we've done something to it? All that can not be lost from my head.” said Cecil, still feeling anxious, with something that will likely await him there.