Arabella Secret's

Arabella Secret's
3 Visiting



Ara opened her eyes and slowly opened them, Ara stretched her body and slowly rose from her sleep, she was very surprised to see her husband sleeping beside her, Ara looked at her for a while then moved down from the bed cautiously for fear of waking her husband up, she immediately stepped into the bathroom, she came out of the bathroom with her towel kimono , while drying her hair with a small towel and then walking to the dressing room to change clothes, Ara chose a dress with short-sleeved flowers with knee length, she dried her hair using a hairdryer and then drained it, he put a little lipstick on his lips that were already pink.


Ara immediately came out of the walk in closet, She looked back at her husband who was still sleeping, she did not know when her husband entered the room, slowly Ara stepped out of the room, she immediately went down the stairs, she was, some maids were cleaning the house, as soon as they saw Ara's arrival they immediately greeted while bowing their heads.


" Not to bother me like that. Do you know where the kitchen is? "


" Let me take Miss," said the maid, Ara immediately followed the maid's steps, just walked a few steps suddenly the waiter Ara met last night came over,


"Good morning Miss, where are you going? "


"I'm going to the kitchen to get a drink!"


"Miss sit here," said the maid as she took Ara to a table, "this seems to be the dinner table," Ara muttered in her heart, Ara also asserted while sitting his body on one of the chairs there, he observed the waiter shortly he returned with a teapot and a glass on the tray, he said, he immediately poured water into the glass, ara pu immediately took it. "What's your name?"


" My name is Miss Sarah" said the waiter.


" Okay Sarah, I'll help you make breakfast" said Ara rising from her seat


"Don't Miss. in this house there is already a koky for cooking, in this house already has many servants and already has their respective duties," explained Sarah looking at the young Miss.


"Alright, then I want to go out to see this house," said Ara.


"Alright, I'll accompany Miss" Sarah said.


"No Sarah, I can do it myself." Ara also immediately stepped towards the main door, once outside Ara noticed the beautiful home environment so much in the growth of trees that have been very lush, high, Ara continued to step down the courtyard of the mansion, her steps stopped seeing a flower garden that was so beautiful, Ara immediately sped up her steps, her steps stopped, Ara smiled cheerfully then closed her eyes while inhaling the scent of those flowers which were so very refreshing.


"Good morning Miss."


Ara immediately opened her eyes, "good morning Peter." He was a little surprised by the presence there.


"Miss looks so happy?" peter asked while looking at Ara's face.


"You know Peter I love flowers so much that I'm so happy to see so many flowers here, " said Ara, looking at them in amazement.


"Miss can also pluck it," Peter bargained.


"Don't pick Peter let the flowers wither quickly if picked. "


Neal who had woken up from her sleep stepped towards the balcony of her room to enjoy the morning sun, suddenly her eyes were fixed on his wife and Peter who were chatting, he noticed the two from a distance , accidentally Ara was staring at the balcony where Neal was standing, for a moment their gaze met quickly Ara bowed her head, then Peter immediately invited her in, Ara again ventured to look at the balcony and her husband was no longer there.


Ara was already sitting at the dining table for breakfast, before how long Neal was down in the company of a man, they immediately walked to the dining table, he was staring at Ara coldly, he was, then Neal sat down next to Ara, and Ara did not know what to do, for she had never spoken to her husband until now,  Ara immediately took breakfast for her husband and placed it in front of her husband, Neal looked intently at Ara's eyes which made her afraid, without touching the breakfast Neal got up from her chair,


"Didn't you have breakfast?" ask the man.


"No. My appetite is gone because it looks so disgusting disgusting, " said Neal coldly and soon passed from the table. The man bowed his body to Ara before he followed Neal's steps.


Ara knew what her husband said, she did not like Ara to take food for her, even though Neal's words sounded so painful but Ara did not budge and continued to do breakfast alone, he was used to hearing such words, although in fact his heart was very sick but he could not retaliate because he was from a poor family and very sad.


As soon as Ara finished her breakfast, Sarah approached her, "Miss come on now I help change clothes. "


" Where are we going Sarah?" ask Ara astonished.


"Miss will go to Miss's parents' house, Peter will deliver Miss, later" explained Sarah.


The two of them immediately went to Ara's room, Sarah helped Ara change clothes and helped Ara put on makeup, Ara tried to ask Sarah next to her, and she asked,


"How long have you been working here Sarah?"


" It's only been two weeks Miss, all the servants here are new workers, because this mansion has just been completed, Master must love Miss very much, because she built this beautiful mansion for you Miss," said Sarah.


"That means Sarah doesn't know that I'm a bride," Ara muttered in her heart. After finishing dressing up Ara immediately out of the room once down the stairs Peter had been waiting for her, Peter followed Ara's steps behind, Peter immediately opened the car door for Ara, and Ara, who was waiting for him, then he just got into the car and put it forward, Ara was not stopping to pay attention to the outside view of the glass of his car, there was no sound throughout the journey, Ara occasionally biting her thumb, and, a thousand questions were on his mind, during the week he lived in the mascow he had never been to the house of his master (parent Anara ).


Long enough to go far enough, the car finally stopped in front of a very magnificent house, Ara immediately opened the door without waiting for Peter to open it


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