I'm Not a Backup Womb

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I'm not a spare womb

The Part 186

He seemed to think, though,

"Yes, if that's what you want."

"I've come home, give me the keys to the apartment" I said, opening my hand to ask for the keys from him. Not the key given but instead the coffee-flavored candy.

"What does that mean?" I looked for answers by observing the candy in my hand.

"Eating coffee candy will help your eyes a little. Today I do a lot of work, you rest here, afraid of the night if you have to go to the apartment pick you up." Unmistakably.

"Rest? In here?" My master looked at the direction around me. He nodded his head.

"Look at my eyes, black, I didn't sleep all night because of an accident. I wouldn't sleep well here, not to mention if anyone came in here, could get SP because of sleeping in this room." Reject me.

He was walking towards the bookshelf on the right side of the room.

"Honey, here, rest here." He stretched out his hand, I walked towards him and grabbed his hand. He opened the shelf slowly, and it turned out that there was a small room that had been equipped with a bed.

"You can rest here, this is Grandpa's break room. Go to sleep, I have a meeting soon. I'll come back here and bring you some food. I'll go first." The pump kissed my forehead and left me in the room.

"It feels like a prisoner of one's own husband." My murmurs lay my body on that small but very soft and comfortable bed. I have no other choice, Mas Aska did not give me the keys to the apartment, to Mother's house is more unlikely, because I will be judged again because I did not obey the words of the husband. Right now all I can do is surrender, for me in this world I only have two people who I have to obey his orders, my husband and Mother.

I closed my eyes, the matter of how I got out of this place without anyone knowing, I'll think about it later.

I squirmed as I felt a smooth pat on my shoulder. "Wake up... Eat first." Whisper in my ear.

"Why you?"

"No papa."

"What time is it?"

"Maghrib, working hours are over." Answer it casually,

"What's? I haven't even prayed anything else to eat."

"Yes you are hard to build, you if you sleep like..."

"K*bo" connectivity.

"You're the one who said it, not me. Be eating. It was cold, I bought it from noon. Do you want to buy a new one, from the morning have not eaten later if the mag how?"

Degs...

I sat aghast at Mag's words, as soon as my memory was on Mas Doni, didn't I have an appointment to visit after my work was done.

"Why?" Tanya Mas Aska followed me sitting next to me.

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Oh yes kak want a promo work entitled Forced to marry a mafia boss is not less exciting too..