Wife President's Deposits
Chapters. 42 Is Not Comfortable

It's Deya's first night sleeping in Edward's house. Zahra herself stayed at her mother's apartment. So Deya and Edward were a little free together even though they looked cold when they met.

Deya chose to eat with the other servants, letting Edward eat himself accompanied by Mr. Lee's. I don't know what response Deya doesn't care, though, all he wanted was a temporary calm as he realized he was already in the pit of hell just waiting for the time when he would burn with Edward in the man's household troubles.

"Bak try kale vegetables ala kampung, delicious you know," said Mak Saroh the old servant in this house. He scoops the vegetable onto Deya's plate.

"Indevious kok Mbak, savory because there is a terrain teri and spicy, anyway top markotop deh. It beats Chef Arnold's cooking" Deya said.

"This mother could have. But did you ever eat the famous chef's cooking?"

"He. he. not yet but if the cuisine of a seven-star hotel ever," replied Deya ngawur.

"Where is the star heading, Ma'am?"

"There were if again the Venetians were like being in a hotel star on the way."

"That's a brand of medicine, Mba," Tinah chirped.

"The mother likes to be funny, so Non Zahra likes to be close to Mba."

"It could be."

Deya's phone reads an incoming chat notification. Deya. Chat from Mr. Rekehan.

'De, why go, not accompany me to eat?' edward asked in his chat.

'If I'm always around you, I'm afraid our relationship will be smelled easily by everyone. I'll feel uncomfortable."

'I want you to be here to be with me instead of going with the other waiter.'

Deya replies with Emoji and then turns on her phone so as not to disturb her.

After eating and chatting with the servants in this house, Deya just went to his room. The atmosphere in this house is different during the day, especially coupled with the absence of Edward's parents here. The atmosphere felt quiet. There are no guards or servants in this house. Only a dim light still shone on every room and hallway of the house. Mr. Lee who was walking through every corner of the house passed Deya.

His face was as cold and expressionless as ever. The gray shadow around his eyes made his expression like a psychopath looking for prey making the feathers goosebumps instantly.

"Good night, Mr. Lee," Deya said politely as she lowered her face.

"Good night. I hope you can keep your attitude in this house. Remember if Mr. Edward is married and you don't try to tease him and ensnare him because it would be a waste. You don't compare to their families!" a strong warning to Mr. Lee with a condescending look from his two small eyes.

"I know enough myself where I come from," Deya replied.

"Thank God that I don't want any more trouble in this house, I've been with this family for thirty years and I've kept my peace in this house for that long. Don't ever be a fire if that's what you do then I can be tough on you."

"I'll remember it."

Mr. Lee then walked away. Deya held onto her own chest which was beating faster than usual. It was like he almost saw a ghost in this house. His face turned pale.

It seems Mr. Lee has started to get suspicious of him when this is his first day staying in this house. However unsuspecting, if Zahra's servants and nannies are placed in the back of the house while she is in the family's main house. It was very visible if he looked special not to mention the room he occupied including the room that family members often use not like the servant's room in general.

It was unbeknownst to Mama Claudia that Deya had been placed in the back room as well. Edward asks Mr. Lee to clean the room next to Zahra after his mother leaves to be occupied by Deya. The reason made sense for Zahra to find it easier. However, for that old man who had reaped many life experiences it felt awkward.

Deya went inside her room and closed the door. He was struck by a hand that hugged him tightly from behind and twisted his body quickly.

"You!" deya said with a bent face.

"You're the ghost came not to say it was surprising. Try if I say thank you, everyone will come in here" Deya said.

"I miss you" said Edward.

"Don't miss your wife?" turning Deya made Edward's face unhappy. The man let go of his embrace and stepped onto the bed.

"He was here, I thought you guys would get better and get back to being friendly so you no longer need me" Deya said. Okay, he's actually not happy to see Edward's wife come back.

Edward raised one eyebrow.

"Yes, unfortunately he has left me, thankfully you," Edward made Deya's face grow sour.

The woman went to pick up the shirt in the closet not saying anything. The inner risk of being second is like this, the husband comes if need be. He regretted following Edward to stay in this house. It's like digging your own grave.

Deya mend*s*h hard. She let out a heavy burden that overcame her chest.

Edward smiled faintly. Then moved to reach Deya who stood a little away from him and pulled his shirt. Until the woman fell into his lap. Holding the woman's chin so she could see her ayu face. Deya turned her face the other way.

"You know I've been missing for a few days the smell of your hair that always makes me fly" Edward said.

"Gombal."

"Missing for your mischievous gaze while you're spoiling," Edward continued, making Deya's cheeks blush. Edward kissed Deya's eyes.

"Your cheeks are flushed when I kiss them" continued to her cheeks.

"The breath of gasping as you're burning with passion" moved to suck the tip of his little nose.

"Your lips call my name with your sexy voice" Edward's lips moved on Deya's lips. "Not when you're nagging."

Deya slapped hard on Edward's arm.

"Aw! Sick," cried Edward. "It's okay you've been KDRT."

"Lebay," said Deya with a manyun's lips.

"Are you angry or jealous?" ask Edward. Kiss Deya's neck.

"Somehow," Deya answered honestly.

"I like it, it's a sign that you're starting to have a taste for me." Edward began to lower his lips to his favorite spot while unbuttoning Deya's clothes one by one.

"I just want to go back to my house" Deya said hoarsely.

"Why?" Edward stopped his activities.

"I'd be uncomfortable if your wife came back to this house." Edward looked at her with an incomprehensible expression.

"By understanding...."

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