Best Defense

The Hard Wave

As I had planned this morning, this one I went shopping with Miss Diana. He walked in front while Kamila tailed behind me. We walked around one by one the supermarket aisles to buy all the necessities of the house, but it was certainly not me who filled our trolleys. I don't even know what to take but my own needs. Only Miss Diana knew all the necessities of our home.

"Miss, can you fill the trolley for my mom too?" I asked her as we stood in the flour section hallway and such.

"Okay, then we're short on trolleys."

I looked at Kamila who was standing behind me. "Tell Black to bring an extra trolley." I muttered to him, he nodded, pulled the phone out of his pants pocket and directly contacted Black who was waiting in the car.

While waiting for Kamila to call Black, I turned back to the Flirtatious Widow in front of me. "Miss, me and Kamila will take a look, wait here until Black comes and he'll help you."

Without saying anything more, I walked away, followed by Kamila who kept clinging to me. To be honest I was a little uncomfortable with her appearance which I thought was a bit excessive, she was wearing an official black blazer suit which clearly showed her profession. Not to mention being supported by her stiff looks, making people look at me like I was the wife of a mobster.

"Oh my God, is that the handsome businessman's wife?" I heard someone talking not far from my place. I could see from the corner of my eye two teenage girls were watching me, then one of them pulled out a cell phone.

I pretended not to hear them and continued walking, but the next few seconds the two girls cut my way and stood right in front of me. "Ma'am, can we take a picture with you?" The girl with shoulder-length black hair asked me, her countenance carefree and hopeful.

I frowned in astonishment, then Kamila swiftly answered her request. "I'm sorry, can't" she said firmly with one hand in the middle between me and the two girls.

Suddenly their faces turned sad, making me feel bad. I smiled at them before looking at Kamila. "It's okay." My eyes returned to the two girls. "Are you just gonna look at me?" I said after a while they just looked at me with a confused look.

The two girls blinked, then hurriedly opened the set up of the brand's mobile camera. I shifted to stand in the middle of the two. "Thank you, ma'am. You're really nice." said the long-haired girl to me, she looked really happy. The same expression was also seen on his friend's face.

"Together." I replied with a smile, then galloped past them. I still had time to hear their chatter for a few seconds before our distance finally got further.

This is not the first time anyone has taken a picture with me. Since marrying Sean the activity has become one of the unwritten rules that I do not want to break. The public knows my husband, and I don't want his image to be bad just because I refuse to take pictures with people. Well, even though sometimes I don't want to do it.

Finished putting the items I needed into the trolley, Kamila and I returned to the car first while Miss Diana and Black were still in line to finish the payment.

I breathed a sigh of relief as soon as I got into the car. Feeling tired from walking with a big stomach. With one hand I grabbed a bottle of mineral water that Kamila had thrust at me. "Thank you." I told him.

I pulled my phone out of my bag and immediately got a notification from Instagram on the home screen. I raised a surprised eyebrow, then opened my Instagram.

My lips curled beautifully when I saw the two girls who were taking pictures with me earlier apparently tagging me in their posts. I don't know how they know the username of my Instagram account because I don't use my real name, my username is @lapanda and I never put my face on my posts.

Forget about where they know my Instagram account from, it doesn't matter at all. Suddenly I crossed my head to surprise the two girls, and I commented on one of them.

@momosky & @debbygrace happy to meet you guys

Not long after that, my phone didn't stop ringing. Dozens of notifications logged in from my instagram account. All the way to my brother's house I spent reading people's replies to my comments. Some comments made me smile.

Woii, get answered! @momosky invite to hang out in kemang🤭

@momosky what was the dream last night? can be found, photos together, plus commented on use emot & same wife om handsome.

But in addition to such funny comments, there are also some sarcastic and ridiculous comments, such as...

@lapanda, when did you divorce your husband? I'm ready to take your ex. Oops!

@lapanda sharing yuk mattress!! next to me is still wide niharabah niharabungnya mengabung

@lapanda where did your sister say? wanted the same, mayor #actor

Right after reading the last comment, I directly put my phone in the bag. Don't want to read any further because there will be a lot of poison there. This is one of the reasons I don't want to be known by the public.

People don't want to know what's going on inside my house, they just know what's in front of them. No matter how I feel. I would love to read a good comment, but one bad comment makes me feel sad and I don't want to read more of it.

I looked out the window, and realized that the car driven by Black had entered the complex area of my brother's house. When the car stopped in front of the house, I squinted, astonished that my husband's car was parked there next to my brother's car and another car I didn't recognize.

What's Sean doing here? I didn't tell him I was going to stop by my brother's house. I got out of the car and immediately stepped into the house, followed by Black carrying groceries, while Miss Diana and Kamila waited in the car because I just wanted to stop by for a while.

As soon as I opened the door, I jumped when I heard someone talking from inside. I restrained Black with one hand from entering, he nodded then took a few steps back while I remained standing in the doorway.

"...Marissa, don't tell him. He doesn't need to know that I'm alive. Franda won't forgive me, and I'm sure she can't possibly take me back." A woman's voice spoke to my mother. "My mistake is too big. Not only did I kill my husband, I abandoned my only daughter. No reason can justify my actions. I know what he's been through all this time, he's suffered the death of me and his papa. But now that he's fine, at least I'm grateful for that fact."

Instantly I felt a tightness in my chest. What I just heard was the most painful thing in my entire life. I tried to catch my breath while hearing my mother's voice reply to the woman's words.

"Bianka, Panda deserves to know that you're alive, no matter how she reacts. I can understand why you killed your husband, and I'm sure Panda will understand if you tell him. It's just that I don't know why you've been hiding all this time, you can take her with you if you love her."

"That's not possible for me. Franda was too small at the time, and I couldn't take her while I was on the run. Please, Marissa, let him keep thinking that I'm dead."

The tightness in my chest was getting more painful. I don't know what's going on yet, but I'm pretty sure that the one talking to my mom is my mama, who inexplicably showed up at my mom's house.

Isn't he dead? So, what do they mean by talk? Was he resurrected? No, he said let me assume that he's dead. That meant... Oh my God, what the fuck?

With great difficulty I tried to calm myself down, trying not to panic by doing the tricks Sam had taught me. But I can't do it. All over my body suddenly trembled, my head felt spinning, while my breath was stuck in my throat. I tried again with all my might, but what happened was...

"Ah," I felt someone holding my body, then without me realizing my hand was gripping something. I wanted to open my eyes, but the pain all over my body was excruciating.

"Ma'am!" Black's. It was Black's voice.

"Frandas?" Sean's? Is that him?

"Ah."