100 DAYS OF MARRIAGE

The Kitchen

Robin opens the back door, I enter in a haughty style that now sticks in me. After that, Robin came in, sitting in the front seat next to Emil who was ready in the steering wheel.

"Road," said Robin.

One thing I have to remember, every time I get out of the house, Robin will pull out his firearm and be ready in the right hand. The one he hid behind the suit that closed his hand.

If I dare to even try to escape, then I will be responsible for the lives that are lost, whether it's my driver, my servant, or Robin's own life that will end up in the hands of Leonel.

I stared at Emil from the rear-vision mirror. I could see clearly the handsome face I longed for, but I buried it deep after I married Leonel. Emil looked flat staring straight ahead without any intention of glancing at me.

Why does fate play us? Separating us, then bringing us back together in this situation, he's the son of the second heir noble O'clan, now actually came as my personal driver, where I used to be only a low class people.

What happened to Emil? Where's he been all this time? Why does he work as a driver?

"Mrs, where are you going to shop?" Robin asked, breaking my whole mind thinking only of Emil throughout our journey.

I turned my gaze out the window of the car, as Emil also looked at me from the rear-vision mirror. Finally, after quite a while he was indifferent to me, Emil glanced at me as well.

"Alazka's shop!" reply later.

We were stuck in silence after that, until the car reached its destination, a large mall at the child shop center that I was going to.

Robin opens the door, I go out, I go fast into the mall, and of course Robin follows me, while Emil, he waits in the car. It is like the job of a driver.

I bought so many toys, spent thousands of dollars on Leonel, then stopped by the children's clothing store, went back to spending hundreds of thousands of dollars on Leonel's money, then they asked me to drop off the toys and the clothes followed me to a place. Orphanages.

Well, one of the things that amuses me is seeing those less fortunate kids seem happy while fighting over toys, and trying new clothes.

However, today, when I arrived at the orphanage, I could not concentrate on the children, my thoughts were on Emil, I wanted to talk to him. But, how is it? Robin was always around me, no more than 5 meters away. And Emil? He's like a car bodyguard who always looks after those fancy vehicles.

"Hey," I called out to a boy who ran past in front of me, I looked at Robin talking to someone through earphones.

"Here," I gave a note to the boy I called.

"Help me, get the guy to play ball or whatever on the field, keep him busy with you."

The boy nodded in understanding, putting the money sheet I gave into his pants pocket.

I kept watching them, the boy forced Robin's hand to accompany him to the field, along with the other children. A chance I can't waste.

I immediately left there, stepping quickly towards the car.

Emil leaned against the body of the car, took a sip of the cigarette I just found out if Emil smoked, or he did it just after our breakup, which I obviously never saw.

Emil threw his cigarette butts on the ground when he saw me approaching, then stepped on the cigarette putung, he opened the back door and I darted in.

I sat in the back seat, the door closed tightly, followed by Emil who also entered and sat in the steering wheel.

'Shelf!'

Silent.

We just kept quiet, I felt my heart beating abnormally, like jumping out, while Emil, how could he be that flat? Looking straight ahead and ignoring me. Ever since he met me, there's been no reaction to him wanting to get close to me.

Well, I know, right now, my status is the wife of people, and Emil, is just an ex. But,,, honestly I wanted to talk to her, but,,, ah, that's it.

"You," I was about to ask, but Robin came, he got into the car, sat down next to Emil.

"Sorry, Madam. I don't see you coming back.

"Road!" my orders, which immediately got a response from Emil, he nodded his head and then turned on the engine and drove a car across the streets of Paris back to the luxurious mansion Lionel. A palace that feels hell to me.

***

Inside the room, I still kept thinking about Emil. I watched her from the window of the room, Emil chatting with the young female servants in the front yard, making my heart a little bitter. Of jealousy? Maybe, but I'm glad to see it again, is that love still there?

'Clack.'

I looked up, the door of my room opened and then closed. Lionel.

"You, home?" ask me to get away from the window, grabbing the bottle of drink that is always available on the table. I poured myself a glass of wine and I gave it to Lionel.

"I don't want to drink wine, baby, I want to drink you." Lionel refused, I smiled cynically, gulping down the drink myself.

"Aahh,,," Lionel took a sip on my nape, then grabbed the glass in my hand and put it back on the table.

"Lion," I was about to stop him, but Lionel's movement was faster.

He pushed me to the wall of glass. My body was facing the glass wall that had its curtains open, and Lionel was squeezing me from behind.

"Lion."

Emil looked up, he saw me, he saw us, and the servants he had been with were gone.

"Lion," I want to stop Lionel, but Lionel is at the top of his mind.

He lifted the thin dress I wore from back to hip, pulled my da.lam pants down, opened my legs with his feet, then suddenly with a quick and precise movement, he tried to enter me.

"F.u.c.k!" he cursed because of difficulty.

Lionel shoved my head until my cheek stuck to the glass wall. He tried again, and,

"Plac!"

One hard punch landed on bo.kong.ku.

"Aahh, you're always good, baby!" lionel's poison when it works.

"Aahh,,,"

"Aahh,,,"

"Aahh,,,"

My body jolted in unison with Lionel's insistence from behind, he continued to push back his stuff filled me, I felt the pleasure but my eyes kept staring at Emil. Emil looked away, then left.

'Emil,'

"Aahh,, aahh,,, sshh,,, aahh!"

"Plac!"

***

I went down, I didn't know where to go and what to do, but obviously, I wanted to get out, and the main reason was so I could meet Emil.

I heard a typical laugh from the man I was looking for, the voice sounded from the kitchen, right, it was the laughter of Emil, who was understated with the laughter of a woman.

I went into the kitchen, and at once their laughter stopped, especially that woman, Claira, one of my personal servants.

"Nyo nyo madam." said Claira stammered, she lowered her head, and Emil looked at me flat.

"M-ma sorry, Madam. W-What can I help you with?" claira asked, clearly a scared look on her face, while Emil? He looked away, not looking at me anymore.

"You know? Your laughter disturbs my hearing, if you still want to be able to laugh tomorrow, then quickly leave before me, "my bluff is full of emotion.

"M-ma sorry, Madam." Claira bowed, paying her respects, after which she rushed away running a little out of the kitchen somewhere.

I'm still staring at Emil, nanar. This time my heart ached, we met, but Emil did not want to greet me. And, am I jealous because she's so warm to Claira?

I turned my body, wiped my tears without permission, and then stepped up but Emil took my hand.

"Aahh,,," Emil pulled me quickly into the kitchen, bringing me closer to the wall that was slightly hidden by the presence of a high and large refrigerator.

"Emil?" lirihku surprised. Our Netra meets and locks each other.

"Are you happy?" asked Emil who was now standing in front of me, slightly bowed and I looked up, then I turned my eyes to the side, face to face with Emil made my heart beat abnormally, my heart pounding and my blood rippling. My eyes were closed letting the clear shafts fall.

"How are you, Namira?"

I turned my head, looking at Emil who was looking at me deeply with a teary bead.

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