A marriage full of wounds

chapter 12

"Plak, mommy, disappointed in you." Mistress Margaretha was so unexpected, for the actions of Jeffin to his own wife. Madame Margaretha gave a hard slap on her son's face, and also a disappointed look.

"Mommy, not the least, teaches you to be rude to a woman and to insult someone's worth. Say it! Did mommy ever teach you? Say it! Since, when have you been so cruel." Overly disappointed, Madame Margaretha let out her loud voice in front of her son.

Jeffin could only be dumbstruck in his place with a face of disbelief. Because just this time, he saw the angry face of the mommy and also, just this time — himself get a slap from mommy Margaretha.

"Mom!" Jeffin scolds the mother. "Mommy, do this, because of that woman?" Jeffin asked in disbelief.

"Shut up, your mouth, Jeffin! Remember, she's your wife now. And you have a responsibility to protect it. No, be a coward, Jeffin. Which will make, mommy and your late Daddy disappointed," said mommy Margaretha with a soft voice.

"What, he did to mommy, so mommy could do this to me, mommy's own son. And ... This is the first time mommy slapped me. He's just an outsider, mom. Outsiders who only want, treasure. SHE'S JUST A CHEAP GIRL!"

"PLAQUE!" Once again, Madame Margaretha floated her slap across her son's face. Madame Margaretha, glaring at Jeffin with glazed eyes.

The middle-aged woman, shaking her head, did not expect Jeffin's ruthless behavior.

Madame Margaretha, wiped away her tears that had soaked her cheeks violently. With a single breath, Madame Margaretha walked up to Jeffin. After that ..., suddenly Madame Margaretha dropped her body in front of her own son's feet.

Jeffin rounded his eyelids, seeing the mother kneeling before his feet.

Jeffin wanted to reach for the vibrating body, but again Jeffin could only be stunned in his place, hearing the words of the — mommy.

"Mom!" Tegur Jeffin.

"Mommy, just begging you very much, accept her, and treat her gently," said Madame Margaretha who was still kneeling in front of her own child. Silent face with a prying look.

Jeffin could only throw his gaze to the side, he could not believe, why so special woman, for the mommy.

"Mommy, please. Accept Catherine as your wife, mommy, vow never to ask for anything again, after this," Margaret continued.

"Mom!" Jeffin cried with a frustrated tone.

"Mommy, just want your happiness, son. Mommy, just wants your life back, normal," said Ms. Margaretha, who looked at her son's face with watery eyes.

"My happiness, just Samantha, mom." Jeffin replied with a firm and emphatic tone.

"Until, when are you gonna wait for her to wake up? Until when," said mommy Margaretha, disappointed.

Jeffin turned his body upside down, he could not argue anymore with the woman who was very meaningful in his life.

"I don't care until when he wakes up. Which, obviously, is the woman I love and see, every day makes me happy, even in a coma" Jeffin said weakly.

"Sorry, mom! I, can't take it," interrupted Jeffin back.

"Why?" Ask Lady Margaretha who has now risen and walked towards her desk.

"Because, to me Samantha is the only woman I love and I, so hate her that mommy can slap me" Jeffin said with a snarl.

"So, is that why you treated him rudely? And insulting her?" Madam Margaretha asked with a soft chuckle.

"He deserves it mom. Why, mommy is so privileged, even though mommy just knew him. Is mommy not scared? If it turns out that cunning girl is just using, mommy? We, will not know how the real nature of the cheap girl," Jeffin protested with a fierce tone.

"ENOUGH, JEFFIN!" Jerky mistress Margaretha.

"Enough!" Madame Margaretha shook her head and stopped Jeffin hang full of insults with a heavy voice.

"Why! Why, mom?" Read Jeffin not out of thought with the mind of the mommy. Yang, put his little wife's feelings first.

"Later, you will know it and .. mommy be sure, you will regret everything you have done" murmured madam Margaretha with a glaring gaze into the past.

Lady Margaretha turned her body, she sharpened her gaze to her only son. Dan ... gave a warning to Jeffin.

"Whatever, but, one thing mommy will tell you. Don't, ever do that to him again, or hurt his feelings. If you do it again, it's the same as hurting mommy. And ... one important thing.if all the assets and possessions mommy, I give it to him. So now what mommy has is, on behalf of, Catherine Zeta Jones." Imbuh mrs Margaretha with a serious and firm face.

Makes Jeffin see the face of the mother increasingly distrustful. "Really?" Jeffin could only harden the jaw of his face firmly, when mistress Margaretha had died he was in a state of astonishment.

"Akh, fuck. You fucking girl, cheap girl!" Shouts Jeffin frustrated.

Jeffin stood with a sharp look towards the front, he thought about the words and threats of the mommy. Giving her mommy rights on behalf of her second wife? Didn't it? that means, the position of the girl is superior to her now?

Jeffin clenched his palms together and his countenance grew redder and his aura turned grim.

The man turned his back, and walked over to the door of his study. Jeffin wanted to get to Catherine, his little wife.

Jeffin did not care about the threat of the mother, he continued to step his long legs towards the door of Catherine's room.

"Shelf!" Roughly, Jeffin opened Catherine's room door with a deadly glare.

The once gloomy face, now frowned in wonder. At — did not find Catherine's whereabouts in her room.

Jeffin put his foot in. Rotating his gaze to all corners of the room. However, he did not find Catherine's whereabouts.

"Where, the girl?" Jeffin asked confusedly.

Until a male servant came into the room occupied by Catherine earlier.

Jeffin immediately turned his back and looked at the waiter with a questioning look.

"Where are you going?" Jeffin asked coldly, when he saw the man's maid carrying a large suitcase containing — Catherine's clothes.

The waiter was surprised to hear a firm voice greeting him, the man over thirty years old, bowing half his body.

"I, ordered the madam to take him to the room, you sir," the maid replied. Which surprised Jeffin.

"To my room?! Jeffin screeched with a gloomy back face.

"Yes sir," the maid replied nervously in fear, seeing the dreadful face of her young master.

"A blank tooth, what kind of thing is this," snapped Jeffin, who walked out of the room. Towards his private room.

"Shelf!" Again, Jeffin opened the door of his room violently, using one of his feet.

Catherine who was lying on the bed was shocked and immediately got up. Meanwhile, Madam Margaretha was only silent in the corner of the room with a cold gaze, her hands she refuted in front of her chest.

"What's this! Who told you to enter my room, you fucking girl," Jeffin snapped with an irate face.

"Mommy. Mommy told him to," interrupted Madame Margaretha suddenly. Jeffin's body froze and scanned the mommy in the corner of the room.

"Mom!" Jeffin's protest was frustrating.

"Don't judge him, because from now on, what's inside this Mansion, is his right. I mean you." Miss Margaretha's cold.

Catherine could only lower her head while clenching her palms nervously. He bit his lower lip which started shaking in fear.

"NONSENSE, WHAT KIND OF A "