I'm the Princess of an Actor

Chapter 7: Wooden Box

After a while, Mira let go of her seemingly tired hand. Looking at me full of hate.

"This is my mother's house, not yours. You who are just the son of an actor don't deserve to live here!"

"I'm not Mom's son, but I'm still dad's son. So you could say, I have a little right in this house" I replied with origin.

It's not that I really feel I have rights, it's just that I want Mira to stop trying to kick me out. I know my whereabouts here have been very disturbing because of what the Judge did, but I don't want to be away from my mother.

"Basically, man does not know himself!"

Plaque!

"I accept this slap Mira, because I don't want to fight you. But that doesn't mean I admit the guilt the judge accused me of!" I rubbed my cheeks that felt sore and hot.

"Basic lakor!"

I held his hand that almost slapped me a second time.

"I'm sorry I didn't say it was the last slap I received." I threw her hand slowly, but I didn't want to hurt her.

"I never flirted with the Judge, whether you believe it or not. I'm just telling you the facts!."

"I know!" he said half-screaming with an irregular breath. I was surprised to hear what he said, he knew?.

The look on her face looked so frustrated, she looked at me with condense eyes.

"I know you're not flirting with the Judge, that's why I want you out of this house!"

"What?"

"I know, I know you're not the one who tried to tease her, I know that she's the one who tried to harass you!" he said in frustration, his body rumbling and then crying as he pleased.

"Mira...?" I aligned myself with him, grabbed his shoulders softly and he did not do any rejections.

"Because you are not the first woman he tried to harass" he said then sobbed slowly.

His words made me completely distrustful. The judge didn't just do it to me, and Mira even found out, so why is Mira still hanging on with such a depraved man?.

Not wanting to ask the crying woman, I tried to take her in the arms. The crying grew louder, until a moment later it came to a halt.

"Please Khansa, get out of here as far as possible so that the Judge doesn't have a second chance to continue his intentions." Mira cupped her hands in front of me with her cheeks wet with tears, making me feel a dilemma.

On the one hand I want to stay with my mother and keep trying to be devoted to her. But what Mira said is not wrong, if I continue here, it is not impossible if the Judge will try a second time. Maybe Mira was a little worried about me after seeing what happened.

"Why did you throw him out just for your girlfriend?."

We looked at the mother who was approaching us, Mira and I immediately stood up.

"The judge can try to do it again, ma'am. I don't care about Khansa, but I don't accept that my own boyfriend keeps touching other women."

I looked over, surprised to hear Mira's words that didn't seem to care about me, but I already thought so. Ah how I forgot, if our relationship wasn't that close to making her worry about me more than her boyfriend.

"That means the problem isn't with Khansa, it's with Judge!"

"So you still want her to stay here after she knows everything?" Mira looked at me in disbelief.

"As far as Khansa goes, there are still many young women around your house. Are you going to throw them all out just because of your barbaric boyfriend?"

"Mother!" mira shouted in disbelief.

"Just break up with him, it's better than you keep tormented like this!"

"I love her Mom, where maybe we broke up while I'm on a '_"

His sentence came to a halt as he was seen realizing his words just now, what did he mean 'medium' ?.

"What meda?" Mother came across it by probing, representing the question I wanted to ask.

"We..." Mira seemed confused to answer, until then she spoke again. "We're in love with each other, even though he did but I know he only loves me!"

Mira looks so agitated, her eyes reluctant to look at me and mother. As if looking for the best reason, he was busy playing the end of his shirt.

"Actually the Judge has a dual personality, ma'am."

"Double personality?" Mom and I asked simultaneously.

"Yes, so he has more than one personality. He wasn't aware of what he was doing when his second personality came up, but he always apologized to me after coming to his senses."

Well, I've heard of such a thing. Could it be if Mira was telling the truth, or she was just covering something up from us?.

"Your intended possession?" ask mom, Mira shakes her head.

"Not but that kind of thing, it's some kind of disease with no cure."

"Aren't you lying?" my many.

"No, why would I lie. His double personality does love to harass women, but his real personality is a good man Mom, believe me."

She looked at me for a moment, then took a deep breath.

"Mom doesn't understand about the disease you said it was. But if it's a decision you've made, you should think about it too. Because it looks like that personality can't get you married."

Mira looked disappointed at the mother's decision, but unmindfully nodded, then looked at the mother.

"So how's Ma'am, Khansa just go?"

My heart felt so bad to hear that I still wanted to go, I looked at my mother hoping she wouldn't kick me out because of Mira.

"He'll stay here!"

I smiled in relief hearing it, in contrast to Mira who was shrieking loudly.

"LT...!"

"Why? As long as the Judge isn't here, it seems less likely that he'll meet Khansa."

"But the Judge could have met Khansa somewhere else, ma'am."

"It's just that, if Khansa stays in this house we'll know they met or not. But if Khansa gets out of this house, we don't know when they met."

What you said was true, but I felt that if it was just an excuse to stay, I smiled happily.

Mira left with rough steps and came out of the house, after her departure I immediately hugged mother tightly.

"Thank you for letting me stay ma'am."

.........

"You're off to work?" mother asked as I was cleaning the dinner table after breakfast very late.

I'm shaking. "It's too late, maybe I'll send a clearance message. I hope that Bu Jum isn't angry."

"Then meet Mom in the room after you've washed her!" Mom glanced at the dirty dishes in my hand, then went into her room.

After washing the cooking utensils and eating, I headed for my mother's room. Knock on the door slowly until he opens it.

Mother told me to come in, then asked me to sit next to her who was sitting on a long sofa in the room. Mother took out a square box about 15 cm long each side. The wooden box in the classic brownish style was padlocked from the outside.

Suddenly, my mother put it in my hand just like that, I haven't had time to ask my mother to give me a key that I believe is the key of the box in my hand.

"Is this Mom?"

"Because you already know that if you're not Mom's real daughter, then you can see her now."

Seriate.

Is that the box? The answer is in the next section 😉