A marriage full of wounds

chapter 10

The figure of the classy woman, now sitting gracefully in a dining chair. Waiting for his son and daughter-in-law.

In front of him there is a special dinner menu tonight, specifically welcoming the arrival of new members of the Abraham family.

On each side were several female servants, who would serve them throughout the dinner, including the butler who had been silent since then, only glancing at the two subordinates he had been instructed to, as he had been, serving Catherine.

The two maids, smiling meaningfully, towards the short-haired lady. Blink with eyes.

Seen, a sly grin appeared at the corner of the lips of the resolute and monstrous-faced woman.

Mrs Margaretha, has since looked towards the elevator available at her Mansion. He also occasionally, tidying up the dinner dishes, smiling happily.

Not long after, the elevator door rang and opened. Showing a grown man coming out of the elevator with his flat face.

Madame Margaretha, frowning confused, when she did not see the whereabouts of her new daughter-in-law.

"Night, mom!" Sapa Jeffin while landing a kiss on the forehead, Madame Margaretha.

"Where, your wife?" Asked the graceful lady in astonishment and looked back towards the back.

Jeffin frowned in confusion. The man with the stern and cold face, forgot that a few hours ago, had married a teenage girl.

"Was mommy joking? Of course, my wife was lying on the bed" replied Jeffin, who was already sitting in his chair, and answered the mother's question in a flat tone.

Madame Margaretha, increasingly confused by the direction of her son's conversation, now .. lady Margaretha glanced at the butler.

"Don't tell me you forgot the girl who was your wife from morning" Margaretha explained with a serious face.

"Ting" the cutlery that was in Jeffin's two hands came off violently. The stern man's face suddenly turned grim and increasingly cold, when he remembered that he had married again.

"Hm ... Sorry, mom. I forgot about it" said Jeffin with a flat face.

"Don't tell me that you forbid her to be in the room, you," mistress Margaretha timpal guessed, what happened between her son and her daughter-in-law — Catherine.

Jeffin shifted the plate in front of him that contained some rough dinner menu, and looked at the mommy with a cold face.

"Look, you can leave your wife for dinner" Margaret returned.

"Stop, mom!" Jeffin's touch with a soft voice but impressed heavy and cold.

Jeffin got up from his seat, without taking out another word. He was too lazy to argue with his mommy. He was tired and fed up of being in the Mansion right now.

"What, is this your attitude to mommy, now?" It was Lady Margaretha who prevented Jeffin's move.

"Please, mom. I'm tired" said Jeffin without turning his back and still silent on his back.

Madame Margaretha, glanced at the butler meaningfully. The butler nodded and understood the meaning of the master's glance.

Aunt Beatrice gave the code to all the servants who were there to go back to the back.

Lady Margaretha wanted to speak with her son in one eye. Giving a message so that his son could accept, Catherine as his wife too and could be fair.

He could share his heart with Catherine, so that his son would soon have a descendant.

Lady Margaretha also, deliberately married her son to Catherine, so that his son would get a good woman and be able to give happiness to him, take care of her in earnest and serve her as a wife.

Lady Margaretha, seeing that person in herself — Catherine, who is now her son-in-law.

Lady Margaretha, feeling unbearable to see her son living alone, even though she had a wife, but her son was like a single man. Lady Margaretha, too, did not have the heart to see the face of the son, who every day had to take care of his first wife.

The first wife who was in a coma, it took a long time that is, Five years.

"Mommy, wish you could live happily, son!" Excited Madame Margaretha, who was now standing behind her son.

Jeffin turned his body to look at the face of the mommy, with a face of disbelief with the words of the woman who had given birth to him.

"What, mommy forgot? If only I had a wife I loved so much?" Jeffin with a frustrated face.

"But, until when should you wait for him that is uncertain the miracle comes," Seloroh mommy Margaretha.

"Mom!" Hardik Jeffin without him knowing.

"You, scolding mommy?" Madame Margaretha, softly said with her face beginning to turn sad.

"Please, mom. Don't force me to leave or ignore her, however, she's still a very meaningful woman in my life, she's just the only woman I love" Jeffin said in a low tone.

"Also, I didn't promise to accept her as my wife, I'm sorry, mom. However my wife is only one, Samantha brown," Jeffin said in a stern tone.

"Keep, when will you be happy, mommy," cut madame Margaretha, as her son wished to convey something back.

"I, will give happiness to, mommy. But …."

"Mommy, wants offspring from you," cut off Madame Margaretha who cut off her son's words.

"Mom!" Sentak Lion restrained.

"Mommy, just want that! And ... accept, she's your wife" said Ms. Margaretha.

Jeffin scooped his face rough to the point of rising hair. Jeffin seemed to be holding back his current emotional turmoil. The man, clutching firmly his palm, recalled the face of the — girl he had married this morning.

"Don't try to hurt him. Or, throw him out of here. If that happens, it means that you are hurting your feelings, mommy, ", said Margaretha, who is full of threats.

Jeffin immediately looked at the firm face of the mommy with a face of disbelief. Why, this mommy is so trusting and loving the girl, which in fact is, an outsider only.

"Remember! Hurt her, hurt her, mommy, "mommy's warning that can't be denied again.

After saying that, Madame Margaretha stepped towards the elevator door, she was going to meet her daughter-in-law.

While Jeffin was still frozen in place with a face of frustration and confusion.

He was confused to say what else to the — mommy. He would never leave his wife alone. And — will never put that woman in his heart.

"Tok, tock, tock"

The door of the occupied room, Catherine was knocked repeatedly. The girl who was still sobbing, got up without fixing her miserable and messy appearance.

Catherine, approach the door of the room and open it without much consideration.

"Gosh, kid!" Madame Margaretha exclaimed as she looked at the appearance of the girl in front of her.

Catherine herself grew sad when she saw the face of Margaretha's mistress who was now standing at the door of her room.

"Oh God!" Strangled Madame Margaretha, when she found many scars and bruises on some of Catherine's tiny body parts.

"I, want to retreat," Catherine jolted suddenly. The girl's face looked so pitiful and full of suffering.

Making, madam Margaretha looked at him with a confused face and gawked in disbelief.