Home For My Soul

177|Various Victim

As soon as the door closed, I held the hand that grabbed my hair to stop pulling it. Then one step back, turning my body through the bottom of his hand, and the owner of the hand screamed in pain.

I was only silent for a moment when I recognized the culprit while holding his still twisted hand. Let him know the consequences of playing games with me. Hurting the weak is nothing compared to the satisfaction of punishing the wicked.

“Release—” ringisnya pain.

“Oh, forgive me.” I deliberately let go of her hand suddenly to feel more pain. He complained of pain. “If choosing an opponent, choose a balanced one. I told you, approach one more time, you will regret ever dealing with me.”

The door suddenly opened. “Honey!” Theo went into the room with Brother Jericho. I'm sure our bodyguards are around here, but they deliberately didn't show themselves. “Lo nothing?”

I shook my head. “He's not my opponent. Don't worry.” I crossed both hands in front of my chest. “You shouldn't come. He'd want to talk to me alone. Although I don't understand why he should use violence.”

“Lo already did it first. I only reply to the actions of lo.” He looked at Theo. “Lo remember, ‘kan? He's been rude to me in your office? I do not accept being treated harshly. Theo, do something. He hurt me again. Look, my hands are up red like this.”

There is something wrong with the way this woman's brain works. Everyone will also be rude to see their husband or wife hugged so carelessly. I like to see people lose to me, but hate people who pretend to be victims.

“Life I've never hit a woman. Don't let it be the first. I saw for myself you pulled her hair up here.” Theo hugged my waist. “Never touch my wife again. Come on, we go.”

He half pulled me towards the door. Ouch. Why did he and his brother come so quickly? I haven't finished having fun yet. I want to hurt him more than that. At least, I want to grab her hair too, plus, ruin her makeup. Let him be embarrassed when he gets out of here.

“Theo, you can't keep dodging. He's just your mistress, whereas I'm your real fiancee. Sooner or later, you have to leave him,” the woman said presumptuously.

I clenched my hand to hear her words. How dare he call me Theo's mistress. The most brash, confident of all, he declared himself Theo's real fiance. Women are shameless.

“You—” I approached him, but Theo got in my way.

“Not any point in being served. She's delusional.” Theo hugged, half carrying me out of the room. I rebelled wanting to escape, he glared. Because I don't want to be tied up anymore, I give up. “Lo must be hungry. Come on, there's plenty of good food in the hall.”

It was fortunate that I was only stroking my hair, not tied up, spools, or bun, so I could tidy up the messy part with my finger sideline alone. Theo asked me to sit down and he brought me food and drink.

Too bad. I want to know what Venny wants by forcing me into that room. Theo came too soon before we could talk. Did he flirt with my ability to defend myself? I could have escaped the clutches of his hands before being pulled into the room. I purposely gave in to know what he wanted.

I was forced to wait or use another opportunity to teach the woman a lesson. No. gabe. Faced with a friend who stabbed in the back several times, I learned. I can't wait until I'm attacked first. Better to prevent than cure.

“So, that's Altheo Husada's stash?” The voice of the man on my right called Theo. “Poor Ruth. The first mate of his son was terrible, the second broke up just like that, then the third met a lot of challenges.”

“Padahal Venny is much prettier. What is so interesting about this poor woman? Everything on his face and body was fake. You see, ‘kan, the original photo? Let it slip a hundred times and his face remains ugly. Because his heart is rotten,” said the second woman.

“Not to wonder. Times may advance, but pellets are still alive. He must have used that to get a man as rich and handsome as Altheo. He is the main heir of Husada. Who would resist the chance of being able to live a good life with him? So the savings want,” timpal first woman.

“Sstt. He's a-comin. He better not hear us talking about him. Reportedly if angry, Altheo can freeze the fire though,” said the second woman.

Justright. A plate was placed in front of me with a glass of juice. Theo sat by my side, then a servant came carrying trays. He put my husband's part in front of him, as well as some other dishes containing additional side dishes and vegetables.

Wanting to tease the two women sitting at the table to my right, I purposely let the rice, curry, and whatever spice I ate, stick to the corner of my lips. Theo who has been very attentive since I was pregnant saw it, then wiped it with his finger or tissue.

I could see from the corner of my eyes not only two, but all the women at the table were talking more and more about me. Unfortunately, with Theo present, they chose to whisper. I want to know if my lure is working or not.

Getting another chance, I did the same thing while eating cake. I let the cream stick to the corner of my lips. Things that still did not escape Theo's attention. He wiped it patiently using a finger or a tissue, until one time he surprised me.

Instead of cleaning with a tissue, he licked it with his tongue, and then continued my lips. After my surprise was gone, I returned the kiss. But he stayed away before we lost control. Too bad we are in a public place.

“Quite,” whispered. I laughed a little knowing what it meant. “Lo don't need to keep heating them. Do you have to fight with mothers too?”

“Tell them that too. Don't just me,” my lips.

“They are not my wife.” He rubbed the top of my head. Also true. Why did he rebuke people he didn't know? “Eat, then we go home.”

I smiled and agreed. My goal of coming to this place is done, so I don't need to stay any longer. We enjoy the entertainment of famous singers who are performing until the cake on our plates ludes. Remember my mission, so I took pictures of our hands on the table and uploaded them to social media. Attending an event with my hubby.

After greeting all my beloved people on Saturday morning, I continued by finding out the development of Rahma and Nisa. They were active on social media, so I could easily see their activities so far. Moreover, they arrange it for the public.

Rahma works for her father at their hotel, but she helps more from afar by working with her uncle. It seems like he is seriously willing to approach Big Brother, but why is his effort going so slow? Did he have any other plans or just the winds?

Nisa lives more quietly. He opened a rather crowded boutique in a luxurious plaza in the capital. It turns out that she is already engaged to the son of a famous property businessman in the country. It's also great that he could hook that trillionaire. The sole heir again.

The posts include secure, including those who tagged his name. Has he changed and not done his old habits anymore? Hm. How do I repay her if her life is perfect? If I'm not careful, my opponent is his fiancee's family.

“Sayang.” Theo sat closer, hugged my body, then kissed my cheek.

“Shortly. I'm working.” I distanced myself from him.

“My wife is beautiful.” He kissed me on the cheek again.

“Theo, you agreed I could do something for a while.” I put my hand in front of his mouth so that he would not continue to harm me.

“Lo has been sitting here for two hours, dating your laptop, still not enough?”

I glanced at my watch. Waw. He's correct. I've been ignoring him for two hours. There was still something I wanted to do, but a promise was a promise, so I paid my full attention to it. “What's up, baby? You hungry? We have lunch?”

He gave me a chocolate envelope. “Bukalah.”

“What is this?” I accepted it and reached into it. It was just a fairly thick piece of paper. I took it out and the letterhead almost made my heart stop.