Don't Blame Me

Satisfied Only or More?

"Sorry, Honey. I forgot that there was someone else here. You ... Your body is too seductive in my eyes," said Floryn lightly.

"Jeez .. I guess what's wrong." After saying that, Enrik just covered his body with a blanket. He turned away from Floryn and Ambar.

A slight mocking smile was etched on the corner of Floryn's lips. He turned towards Ambar and asked the woman to come closer.

"Yes, Nyah."

"Please make me some berry milk, yeah!" floryn's orders. Usually he would ask Mira who made the milk for him. But not for tonight. He wanted to do something that would probably make his heart laugh once more.

"Well, Nyah," said Ambar without daring to argue. In fact, everyone also knows that making berry milk is Mira's job.

"Bar," called Floryn again before the figure came out of her room. "You have to make it, okay?" Floryn.

Ambar nodded in front of his master. Then, he rushed out of the room.

Outside the room, Ambar stomped his feet as he went down the stairs. He was upset because of what his master did with Enrik.

"Curtain! You cocky! If only there had been no Mr. Alvin, Mr. Enrik would have divorced him!" omel Ambar who recalls his conversation with Enrik last afternoon.

Enrik said he couldn't divorce Foryn because she was the mother of his only child. If he divorces Foryn, it is certain that he will not be able to see Alvin again for a long time. Unfortunately, Enrik loved his only son.

"Just try, I can be close to Mr. Alvin. The story will be different!" keep Ambar.

His feet continued until he reached the kitchen. There, Ambar just took the milk box in the closet.

After almost five minutes of making it, a glass of berry milk is ready to be delivered. With a tray, Ambar took the glass up.

"Eh, how did you make the milk? You're not wrong? Later Madam was angry, loh ..," said Mira who had just appeared from the front. At this hour usually Mira will sit at the security post after delivering a glass of coffee for the security guard in the house.

"Ck! Here's one more! Go, Bik! I'm again sprain! Don't add any more!" ambar said without the slightest respect. In fact, Mira's age is much older than her.

Fortunately Mira is a figure who is indifferent and does not care much about Ambar's ugly mouth. Principle is only one, dog barking caravan passes. As long as the woman didn't harm her, Mira would ignore every poignant remark she heard.

Mira smiled wryly and left from there. It was late and he chose to sleep. Tomorrow morning he must get up early and prepare all the needs of his master.

***

At this moment Foryn was gently rubbing Enrik's back which seemed to have actually slept. She herself had already changed her clothes earlier, with a semi-transparent nightgown (Not lingerie because Floren did not dare to wear it).

"Mas Darling ... Is she really asleep? Though I miss you, loh ..," whispered Floryn right next to the husband's ear.

"Hhhmmm ..," said Enrik who only answered the question by turning to face his wife.

The Enrik family is not a wealthy family that does not need to fear the poor, but still, Enrik is not a determinant of the company's progress. It is Lord Edward who holds full power.

"What can you do without your father, Mom?" inner Floryn sneered.

Tok to tok.

The knock on the door shifted Foryn's focus.

"Lake in!" sahut Floren is a little loud.

The door of the room opened and Ambar emerged from it. Floryn could see if Ambar's face was getting upset by what he was seeing at the moment.

"This is the milk, Madam ..," said Ambar, who had wanted to put the tray on the nightstand.

Floryn nodded. After Ambar placed it on the nightstand, he left.

Before Ambar actually came out of his room, Floryn picked up the glass and dropped it by the bedside. Floryn's movement was so neat that Ambar himself was surprised by it.

"Aawws!" peekik Foryn while covering his own mouth.

It made Ambar surprised and Enrik woke up from the bed.

"What's up, honey?" enrik asked, who had approached Floryn and was holding both shoulders. For a moment, Floryn was touched by that attention. But reality brought him back.

"The moon is hot, Mas ...," said Floryn in a faint voice. He covered his mouth with the back of his right hand.

Now Enrik's gaze turned to Ambar. He seemed to not believe Ambar's performance.

"Don't you know how to make milk?!" enrik is defending Floryn.

Yes, Enrik should do it or the close relationship between him and Ambar will be obvious.

"That-know, Sir. Sa-i sure ... milk is not hot," bela Ambar stared confidently at the two.

Netra Floryn glazed.

"Let's look at the content of your heart, Mas ...," inwardly Floryn was hopeful. "Whether he is just your filler .. or is it more than that ...."

Seriate.