Love Ainun

The Reformed Revenge

Now that I am under contract with Raka, the rich man then takes me back to his residence.

I gawked as soon as I reached his residence. Such a luxurious house like a royal palace made me stunned and fascinated. I'm excited, feeling like a cinderella.

"Ahh how lucky I am," I murmured.

Netraku stared around, looking at every corner of the room filled with modern decor.

Raka called one of the servants in her house and said something short to her while pointing at me and then walked away from the waiter and me, without looking. His extremely cold attitude gave me a bit of goosebumps.

"Here I take you to your room" said the maid.

"Don't touch the stuff in this house, Mr. Raka doesn't like it and he knows exactly that it touches, just shifts five inches he'll scold us all," said the waiter to me in a slow tone. I nodded again.

I walked far enough to reach the corner of the room at the very end, our steps stopped right in front of the door.

The waiter opened the door to his room.

A small room with only one bed and one wardrobe.

"From now on it's your room! Oh yeah, call me, Nani. I'm the kitchen maid in this house, and don't act like a young mistress, because your degree here is no different from mine, okay?!" Again I nodded.

The waiter left me in this room.

****

The days went by, it didn't feel like I'd been here nearly two months. I'm doing my part as best I can. Acting at every big meeting.

Like a film actress, every day I have to read the script so that the arrangement of words that come out of my mouth sounds like from a distinguished family.

Raka looks satisfied with my acting, he also did not hesitate to buy me various kinds of equipment that I need to support the appearance.

Clothes, shoes, heels, bags, accesories and others, every week always change. And do not miss, a new mobile phone output I also have.

Now that I have everything, I am very satisfied. I also began to forget the husband in the village who may have been waiting for news from me for a long time.

Well, Malik hasn't been able to call me since I changed the number to a new one.

Now I'm starting to show off everything I've got my old deacon

How happy I am, those who once sneered, now turn to praise me, and say I am the luckiest woman. Yes, I am a lucky woman!

"Hahahahaha," I laughed with satisfaction!

****

Malik looks sad, the days he waited for news from me

Many times he tried to contact me but still nil. My old number has been inactive for a long time.

One time Malik accidentally found an expensive branded shopping bag in the corner of the room next to a cupboard that had been reot. He wondered why such an object was in his house, slowly Malik grabbed it, and out of curiosity he opened it.

However, how surprised he was when he found a single shirt with no sleeves that were as long as the knees of an adult woman in the grocery bag.

Apparently I forgot, that I used to put aside one of the groceries that Mira gave me when I first met.

Malik also began to suspect, plus if remembered-remember my departure really leaves a mystery, at that time I made a decision without thinking long. And when he said goodbye he saw my face that looked very moody as if something was pressing.

Malik started to worry about me.

And at that time, Malik decided to follow him to Jakarta. Armed with the address I gave him before I said goodbye. However, Malik did not know that the address I gave him was a fake address

****

My phone shook for two minutes, I just finished cleaning myself after being tired of acting all day, with a towel still wrapped around my head.

Drrrt! drrt! a call from a caller named Mira. Uh! what else do you want, her?

Click!

"Hallo what's up, Mir?."

"Hello, Ainun! Howareyou? You start enjoying your new life? I thought you didn't like it, it turns out my friend is a conversation too," Mira's tone sounded half-literate. Goddamnit!

I got so angry with him.

"Hmm just don't have to talk stale, what's calling me?" I replied briefly with a slight annoyance.

"Hahaha just relax Ainun, my intention is good, I want to take you to relax once in a while, haven't you ever asked me to take you to relax with me?" Mira's voice sounded half laughing.

As soon as I remembered the first time I met Mira after her move, it was true that I had asked to be invited to walk by Mira.

"Fuck that bitch, so now you still want to make fun of me!" i'm entangling.

Mira kept up the conversation.

"Tonight there's a meth party at my house, I'm having it with my husband's co-workers, I want you to come, we're my best friend, try once to chug the booze, it feels so good, Nun." Mira's voice sounded hoarse, it was obvious that she was drunk.

"Sir Mir, thank you!" I refused his invitation.

"okay! Next time you want to have fun, just call me!" mira ended our conversation.

"Saboo? Haha!" My cynical laughter is now beginning to be created.

"I'm a little greedy but not that stupid, I know that stuff like that will just ruin my life."