Mahligai Infidelity
- Desire or Love
At nine o'clock in the morning Wulan knelt down on her knees at Brian's doorstep. As Soraya said in a moment Brian would wake up, so he had to be ready at Brian's doorstep.
Sure enough, Brian got up and headed straight for the bedroom door. He made sure Wulan was there.
After seeing Wulan, Brian went back into the room to take a shower and changed clothes.
A few moments' lapse.
“Wulan,” call Soraya from inside the room.
Wulan rushed in.
“Prepare your black socks and shoes, then you go down take the headset and master charger in his car,” Soraya orders while handing over the car keys to Wulan's hands.
Wulan immediately did as Soraya ordered. After finishing his shoes he went down to Brian's car which was just parked near the door.
Wulan searched for the item in question. After finding the charger he searched the head set until the back seat. Wulan found some maps on the seats. His hands quickly checked the documents.
“New contract with investor? Land buying and selling letters? And acquisition of abandoned hospital grounds?” inner Wulan. It looks at the contents of all the documents and then puts them back in place.
After finding the Wulan headset rushed out of the car then returned to the room. He handed the headset and charger into Soraya's hands.
“Now you prepare breakfast sir,” order Soraya again.
“Good miss,” replied Wulan obediently then leave from there.
After Wulan died, Brian continued his conversation on the phone with a co-worker.
Soraya started to approach Brian.
“Today papa invites us to eat,” whispered Soraya. His hand went into Brian's white shirt and then felt Brian's chest.
“Iya pak Mun, after the musda in Riau only we will of course what steps will be taken,” Brian told the man on the phone.
Soraya keeps acting up and Brian's a little distracted. His hand slipped into Brian's pants. While continuing to call Brian began to get nervous. His heirloom is now in playin until it rises perfectly.
“Pak Mun, I'll call back. I still have important business,” said Brian immediately hung up his phone call.
All the buttons of Brian's shirt are open, his pants have sagged to snag on both knees.
“Yan dear, Mr Mun has agreed about funding the project in Bali?” soraya asked as she walked towards the bed.
“Already, after a long enough loby to the ministerial pack finally given to Mun sir,” replied Brian while approaching the woman.
“I want the man to step down from his post. I never liked that man still lived a good life after he dropped my family,” Soraya said. He began to lie down waiting for Brian to get on the bed.
“I have planned everything well, you take it easy,” replied Brian who at that time also directly pounced on Soraya.
While downstairs, Wulan had prepared two servings of breakfast. One for Brian and the other for Soraya.
It had been ten minutes since breakfast had been prepared on the table, yet both of them had not yet come down. Wulan finally ventured to go up to the room.
Tok tok tok tok
Wulan knocked on the door slowly, but it seemed as if the door was unlocked. The voice******* Soraya sounded slow, occasionally it would scream quite big like it was in pain.
“Yan, I want to avenge their actions. Every pain I've experienced. I want to take back the national party to our family,” Soraya said amid her sighs.
“Everything will be yours baby, I will bring the world to its knees under your feet,” replied Brian.
Hearing their conversation wulan was a little confused, he did not understand the direction of the second conversation. Brian loved Soraya. He would do anything for Soraya.
Wulan decided to go back down to the dining table.
“It's best to wait here.”
Half an hour later, Brian and Soraya arrived at the dinner table. Wulan immediately got up from her chair then arranged the dishes for Brian and Soraya. He took out his homemade cooking on the table, the cooking Soraya taught him this morning.
In silence Brian began to eat processed Wulan cuisine.
“Who is cooking?” ask Brian.
“Hmmm, tasty Lan?” soraya was happy.
Wulan just looked down.
“Enak kan Yan, it turns out Wulan has a talent for cooking,” Soraya said praising Wulan.
Brian just kept quiet while continuing to spend his breakfast rations on the table.
“Today you're home. I am busy today, you will not meet me at the office, ” said Brian softly. It was much different from his treatment of Wulan.
“Iya Yan, anyway there is Wulan who accompany me,” said Soraya.
Brian glanced at Wulan, the woman he always considered to be the cause of trouble for him.
“You're still defending him? Jija not because of him, maybe we're the ones getting married. You will not be what you are today,” Brian said.
“What matters to me is your heart, I already feel enough already to have your heart,” woo Soraya.
Wulan could only duck. After the departure of Brian Soraya directly approached Wulan.
“Just relax Lan, I'm only here until my new house is finished in renovation. After that maybe Brian will rarely come here,” said Soraya while rubbing Wulan's shoulder.
“Thanks non,” says Wulan.
“Dih non, you can call me Soraya aja. Or call me Aya,” Soraya said kindly.
“Soraya is much better than Raya. May his kindness be sincere there is no hidden purpose,” Inner Wulan.
“Come, we go upstairs. I have ointment for your lips,” Soraya said pulling Wulan's arm into the room.
“I'm not injured how non, no need,” Wulan refused Soraya's invitation.
“Already, it's okay, so tomorrow you can go back to work.”
“I also hope to work tomorrow, but not necessarily get permission from the master,” said Wulan.
“Take it easy, tomorrow you can work. I'm busy tomorrow, a lot of family business. I'll talk to Brian later I told you to do.”
“Really?” ask Wulan happy.
“Iya, Ayuk,” Soraya replied.
Wulan came into the room, she sat in front of the dressing table.
Soraya helped him smear the wound on the tip of his lips then smeared the blisters on Wulan's fingers.
“You are beautiful, you have to take care of yourself. If often a wound like this will leave a mark,” Soraya said.
He then noticed Wulan's clothes.
“You buy clothes like this where?” ask her.
“Why non?” Wulan asked back.
“Pantes Brian always says you're a country woman,” Soraya replied.
“I am from the village, wear like this more comfortable and more polite,” replied Wulan.
“If you want Brian to glance at you, change your appearance. The main one is clothes.”
Wulan fell silent.
“You want to continue to be hurt like last night? As a woman looking a little more attractive is good, so that later Brian does not look at you lightly. Moreover, you are his wife.”
“Neither, I am happy like this,” said Wulan weakly.
“You don't want to get the attention of your husband?”
Wulan was silent again.
“Wulan, women women out there scrambling to get Brian. They want to do anything to be her lover, well you who have become his wife who resigned?” ask Soraya while advising Wulan.
“Non Soraya also likes Mister?” ask Wulan.
“That's it, the way I view our relationship and the way Brian views our relationship is different. For me this relationship is just a symbiosis of mutualism, so is Brian.” Soraya.
“But you look caring and so loving miss,” said Wulan.
“Unlike that, Brian never knew what love is and what passion is.” Soraya gave the ointment to the wulan's hands. “Now we change, you help me polish my wounds,” Soraya said.
Soraya began to undress all over her clothes, she turned around giving her back to Wulan.
Red, bruised in some parts of the skin to the thigh, there are even some parts of the blisters that peel.
“Nona, why is it like this?” asked Wulan with round eyes watching the welt on Soraya's body.
“Now you understand? What is this called love?” soraya.
“Ta but?!”
“I've seen mister related to non Kingdom not like this,” said Wulan again then began to apply ointment on Soraya's back.
“The only thing Brian knew about was me. So only I can make her calm.”
Wulan was still thinking, the sound of screams in the room this morning was due to being spanked? If it's like this, why would Soraya want to be with Brian?
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TBC…
