
Deya goes to Edward's house to meet Soraya. She calls Deya to come and even calls the driver to pick her up. Deya obeyed everything Soraya wanted.
His long, slender legs were seen entering Edward's living room. There's no one there. Even Mr Lee, it seems that the woman did want to talk to Deya in private.
He kept going in until he found Soraya in the bar in the spacious room, where ordinary people were partying in the house. Deya sighed.
"Finally you come also Deya," said Soraya put down a glass filled with yellow liquor.
"Where do I dare to defy my husband's first wife's request," Deya replied calmly. Soraya laughed chuckling.
"Have you seen today's news?" ask Soraya.
"News about what?" deya said with a face that did not understand.
"Don't be a plain ass in front of me."
"I really don't know." Deya approached the practice of sitting in a new chair opposite the table with Soraya.
"News about you and Edward."
"Well, it's good that at least now they know who I am. I'm not the saved wife anymore."
Soraya's face suddenly stiffened but a second later she looked friendly. He drank his drink and smiled.
"Is that a problem for you, Ma'am?" flip Deya.
"No but it will cause trouble for our husband."
"I'm sure he's been preparing for today from a long time."
Soraya let out a long breath. Turns out Deya wasn't as innocent as her face. He always seems calm but can turn things around.
"Where's Zahra?" tanya Deya looked around the house.
"He's school, De?"
"Mr Aya let him go to school?" Deya looked upset.
"Lho he's a student he should have gone to school."
"Wouldn't he find any pressure there?"
"Hasn't Edward prepared today?"
"Yes, he's prepared but he thinks you'll care about the child's happiness and his feelings!" deya resolute.
"You mean I don't care about Zahra's happiness?" soraya's voice was heard rising.
"If you care, you'll get rid of him and save his psychic condition before this happens."
"Isn't it your fault why I'm responsible?" Soraya seems relaxed now. Deya smiled and laughed. Soraya was confused.
"What you're laughing at there's nothing funny here!" It was not to stop Deya getting off the chair and turning on the music that was in the room.
Soraya followed Deya's footsteps.
"Let's not as sweet," Deya replied with a big smile.
"Dey! I'm talking to you stop the sound of the music!" shout Soraya.
"This is why I tuned a song so loudly that no one would hear this talk but us." Deya approached towards Soraya. Pointing to his chest. "Between jau and me."
"What are you planning pela**little?" ask Soraya.
"Seharusnya panggilan itu tersemat di dirimu bukan aku. Aku ini seorang istri dan hanya melayani suamiku saja sedangkan kau seorang wanita yang sudah melayani beberapa pria," jawab Deya melihat daftar lagu dari layar televisi.
"This beautiful hand and untouched kitchen should not be used to touch my rough skin later on to poor contagion like me."
"You dare to fight me. Huh!" shout Soraya.
"I'm not against you, Ma'am Aya, just a suggestion."
"She you're not what you look like, you're just like any other female actor?"
"Then the proper name for Mba Aya what?" Aya's face paled. "Woman who sleeps with her husband's best friend for an unfulfilled satisfaction from her husband.
"Deeya!" Soraya's eyes came out staring intently at Deya.
"I would be good if Ma'am Aya was being nice and I would be bad if I was insulted or played with!"
"Ha. ha. ha. ha..," Soraya's laughter rang out all over the corner of the room.
"Yes... I'm surprised by your attitude!"
"But I am not surprised by this attitude of Ma'am Aya" said Deya.
"It seems I found a worthy opponent."
"You sold me, so the saying goes, Ma'am." Deya sat in a chair.
"Well, I'll be honest with you if I hate you so much."
Deya sighed sitting with a graceful attitude.
"That's all?"
"I want you out of Edward's life!"
"If you want that, I'll go."
Soraya threw the glass she was holding onto the floor close to Deya.
"That's the difference between you and me. I'm always giving up when you want to always win. I accept only being made a second wife without status while you are the legitimate wife even wasted your second chance. I'm trying to get you accepted again by Zahra and Mas Ed, but you're going to have bad intentions for me. You want to play, then let's finish this game. Who will win to be Mas Ed's wife in the future!"
"You are like an angel on the other side but deep in your heart you are like me."
"If I were like you, I would incite Zahra to hate you it would be very easy for me because that kid was so disappointed in you before, wouldn't he?"
"One more thing, I'm going to get Mas Edward to divorce you and kick you out of here after that I will rule this house. In fact, I chose to live in an apartment. No waitress at all! I never vilified you in front of Mas Ed? Whether you believe it or not."
"Now you're spreading my relationship with Mas Ed to the outside world, what for? In order for everyone to support you, a betrayed and persecuted wife. Go ahead, I don't care what I care about is just my life and Mas Ed. Zahra is your business because you want to take care of her. No matter if Zahra is with me then I'll be happy with her as much as I can."
Soraya could not speak anymore. Deya then got up and tidied up her clothes.
"Who do you think Deya would dare to fight me?" asked Soraya smiling cynically.
"I'm a nobody, just a weakling trying to stand up straight in the throes of your family problems. I will protect Mas Ed from you or those who will do evil to him. However, if you want us to make peace come on." Soraya turned away a mocking laugh.
"I don't think you'll ever want it. You're like a spoiled queen who wants all your wishes fulfilled and you're also the type of person who doesn't want to lose it that will get you knocked out of the people around you."
"Deeya!" soraya was full of emotion. His eyes showed a great hatred.
"Don't yell at me because I'm not your servant, I'm just like you, Mas Edward's wife, the owner of this house."
"Go from this house" Soraya kicked out. "The servant kicked this cheap lady out of my house!"
Instantly two of Deya's bodyguards came closer
"No need for you to drive out, I'll go alone. Someday, I'll be back as the mistress of this house."