Best Defense

Trouble Maker

I was checking out some sketches of some of my customers' dress designs when Denise walked into my study. This afternoon after my husband sulked I decided to go to the boutique for a while to get rid of boredom.

"Boss, Madame Daiva called me earlier, requesting that her dress order be sent immediately." I turned my eyes to Denise. The girl sat on my couch in my office. His head looked down at the laptop screen on the table. I sighed softly. I don't know why my body didn't feel okay these few days.

The empty space of my heart is excruciating. The longing I felt was really painful. I moved closer to Denise and stuck my butt on the sofa next to her. "Have you checked the details?" my many. I leaned back while my eyes stared at the laptop screen. Denise nodded.

"It's all done." he snored.

"Alright, tell Rania to send it." My high heels heel moves stomping the floor slowly. My eyes closed to breathe in the scent of jasmine emanating from my neck. Once again I felt something was wrong with my body. Suddenly my head felt heavy and dizzy. I was just standing about to step up, but I sat back down because my gaze was spinning.

I still saw Denis jumped to find my body suddenly crashed on the sofa. "Boss..." That's all I heard until it went dark and I was unconscious.

I don't know how long I fainted and when I woke up I was in a clinic examination room near my boutique. I slowly got up from the gurney. Denise and Pritta who were chatting with a female doctor immediately approached and helped me sit down. "What's wrong with me, Denise?" my many. I forced myself to stand while holding on to Pritta's arm. He led me to the chair in front of the doctor.

I saw the doctor smiling at me, "Congratulations, Madam. You're pregnant." I gasp. His words made me tremble. I didn't expect myself to get pregnant this fast, considering my previous marriage I had to wait for eight years to get a child. Of course I'm happy, but this is too surprising. I never even talked about being pregnant with my husband.

"I... what?" ask me again to make sure. He smiled again. Both his demons lifted up, saying that my hearing was not wrong.

I was shaking again. Staring at Denise and Pritta alternately. "Congratulations, boss." exclaimed Denise. His face looked vibrant with both corners of his lips perfectly curved. "Your squad is growing by one more." he continued.

I'm still quiet. I don't know how to react to this news. But slowly I smiled. With trembling hands, I lowered my head and gently rubbed my still flat stomach. "How many weeks, doc?" my many.

"The estimate of six or seven weeks is uncertain. But, yeah. You're pregnant, Madam."

Once again I trembled to imagine how my husband would react when I delivered this happy news to him. Whether he will be happy or not. Well, he should be happy, but somehow I don't feel that way. Sean never mentioned the existence of children in our marriage even though I knew he loved Ben very much. The fact that Ben was the son of my first marriage required him to accept it. My mind was getting crazy imagining what would happen next.

I didn't talk much in the car, only Denise and Pritta had a light conversation in the front seat. In an uncertain mood, I stepped down and just as I was about to walk into the boutique, the voice of someone I knew called out to me. "Frand."

I turned around and my eyes looked at my ex-husband approaching. I saw the muscles on his face tighten before he spoke. "Can we talk for a second?" tanyakanya. Alisku linked to respond to his question.

After a while I answered. "Come in. But it won't take long, my husband will go berserk if he finds out you're coming for me." I said it out loud so he understood his position. Nine years of living with him made me understand his habits. The man never gave up even though he knew I was married. He's still bugging me by using Ben as an excuse.

"What's wrong?" ask me without wasting time as soon as we enter my room. I don't even want to make him sit down. My eyes glanced at the glass wall at a glance, as Denise and Pritta sat outside watching us. Yeah, those two guys were always watching me. If it was Pritta, I'm sure it was my husband who told him to. But Denise, her curiosity for me has gotten higher since I married Sean.

Nino landed her buttocks on the sofa, her elbows resting on both her thighs with both hands clasping each other. He raised his head and looked at me. "Mama's sick." she said. His words explained why his face had looked anxious since then.

"She asked me to tell you she wanted to meet." Connect again.

I closed my eyes while taking a deep breath. I want to be selfish and say it's none of my business anymore because I'm married to someone else. But I hold back I think of her as my own mother. I sat down and sat next to my ex-husband. "How is he doing? I'm going to meet him with my husband, but not now. Sean's out of the country." I'm slow.

He exhaled heavily then looked at me with a flash of soft eyes. "Can't you now? I know you're married, but Mama wants to see you."

I smiled bitterly at him. Holding his arm I let out my voice from my throat. "Nino," I said slowly and gently. "I know my mom loves me and I love her too. But things are different. I have a husband and I need his permission to meet Mama. He won't let me go alone to see my ex-husband's family." I said.

He's down. Before long I heard a slow sobbing from his mouth. This man, the man I once loved so much looks so broken and desperate. His shoulders shook as his cries grew louder and more miserable. I don't know how to cheer him up. I finally let her cry and occasionally patted her on the back.

After crying for a long time, she wiped her tears and stood up. I followed him standing up. "alright. I'll tell Mama you'll come see her later." Suddenly and unexpectedly she hugged me and hid her face around my neck. I tried to break away by pushing her chest, but her embrace was too tight.

Still with my body in his arms. The door of my room was wide open and I saw my husband standing there looking at us with murderous eyes. I suddenly pushed Nino and stepped towards my husband, but I had not yet reached the door he turned and left me.

I ran after him but it was too late because my husband had gotten into the car, and then drove away. "Damn". I cursed the high heels on my feet that slowed my movements. I went back inside the boutique and stared intently at my ex-husband. "What-what are you?" my snapping. But he didn't seem to feel guilty at all. As he approached and tried to touch me again, I raised my hand and slapped him.

"Don't ever show up in front of me again if you still want to see Ben." I said in a trembling voice. Then I picked up the handbag on my desk and walked out quickly.

In front of the door, I saw Pritta and Denise who were looking at me sad and confused. "Pritta, take me home now" I said without stopping.

Yeah, God. What am I supposed to do now. My husband will definitely cut me out. My eyes began to heat up withstanding resentment as well as guilt. The husband I so longed for suddenly came and saw me hugging my ex-husband. What a brazen welcome I gave him. Why was he suddenly there? Shouldn't he still be in Japan? Since when did he come back?

"Ohh."