Mahligai Infidelity

- Luxury Prison

The clock on the wall is ticking. The room that had been boisterous with the sound of a mouthful of Wulan had now become quiet.

Wulan fell asleep again. He was too tired to keep thinking about his fate. Apart from crying, he could only sleep so that he could rest his body from the pain he felt.

Half-eight that night Brian and Soraya left the house. They had dinner with the party members. As the party manager headed by his father, Soraya became very busy at the end of this.

In the grand and big house it only tells bi Narsih and Wulan. At that time, the house became very quiet.

While teetering bi Narsih trying to climb every step of the stairs. He was tired that day. In addition to taking care of the house alone, now bi Narsih must take care of the hostess who is lying on the bed. But his tiredness disappeared as soon as he entered Wulan's room.

The woman who was full of bruises on her face and all over her body was awake.

“Mrs, are you awake?” bi Narsih rushed over to Wulan's employer.

“The girl hasn't eaten yet, what if aunty gets me something to eat?” bi Narsih asked.

With full diligence bi Narsih tied Wulan's hair that looks messy.

“Abibi get porridge huh Nyah?” ask bi Narsih again.

Wulan looked at the tired looking middle-aged woman's face.

“I will change clothes first, then we go down to eat together,” said Wulan in a weak tone.

“Aunt help nyah?”

“No need to bi, I can do it myself,” reject it.

Wulan slowly got up from the bed. He stood staring at the pants he was wearing, there were still blood spots stuck there. He walked towards his wardrobe and then picked up a pair of flower-patterned pajamas.

Slowly Wulan took off the clothes on his body changed with clean clothes.

Behind Wulan, bi Narsih again shed his tears. He could not bear to see most of the bruises on Wulan's body.

“Aunt know? Crying will only drain aunty's energy,” she said while approaching bi Narsih.

“Aibi can't bear to see madam's body. Hikz hikz,”

“Let's go down and eat a lot.” said Wulan then embrace the middle-aged woman. “Sorry I bi,” says Wulan again.

“Why does the madam apologize? Nyonyah is innocent in the least!” said aunty while wiping away the tears on both of her cheeks.

“As an employer, I'm over-exploiting aunt's energy. Aunt is tired but still has to take care of me,” Wulan said.

“Aibi is not tired really, aunt even likes to take care of the mistress,” said bi Narsih with a firm tone and a tough face.

“Yes already, we're down to eat. Let me have new energy,” invite Wulan.

Bi Narsih said that Wulan went down the stairs until she arrived at the dining room. Although her movements were a little slow because of the pain, Wulan worked with her aunt to prepare their dinner at that time.

Until ten p.m. when Brian and Soraya arrived home.

Seeing the lights in the dining room still light up, Soraya approached the room.

“Wulan already ate?” ask Soraya.

With a smile that was deliberately made to eliminate the anxiety of all Wulan people nodded. “Wulan has been mengingan, just finished eating. Thank you non,” said Wulan.

“Good. Seeing you is fine I am very relieved,” said Soraya.

Then Brian appeared behind Soraya. His eyes immediately stared intently at the weak woman who looked tough.

Wulan's head bowed. The fur shuddered, he was very afraid if he was persecuted again by Brian. He did not dare to look at the man's face, he did not have the guts to fight him at this moment.

“Yan already, you are not tired of angry mulu? Sana gih to the room, I will follow,” refer Soraya. He took Brian by the arm to leave the room and then returned to the dining table.

“Lan, how are your wounds. Here, I was at the pharmacy, I bought this. Said mbak apothecary this ointment is effective for bruises,” Soraya handed a small pouch to Wulan's hand.

Bi Narsih greeted the bag from Soraya's hands. “Still non,” says bi Narsih.

“Oh yes, it seems like Brian's emotions are disturbed again, earlier in the party meeting he was angry and not clear. I'll take him on vacation in a few days. As well as a chance for you to heal the wounds on your body Lan. Fear when he can not hold back his emotions, he will again torture you. So for a while until the next few days you will be safe,” explained Soraya full of concern.

“Still miss,” said Wulan weakly.

“Have you rested now, I went up before Brian came here looking for me,” Soraya said.

After the death of Soraya Wulan is still standing in its original place. It dwells like a statue.

“My life is too tragic, maybe I will die in this place before finding grandfather!” wulan Mumam.

“What does he say? Madam will not die in vain, aunt will bring mistress to lord Arkan's house. They will definitely help madam,” said bi Narsih.

“Sia sia bi, Arkan is not at his house. He was in Bali. Grandpa, it's been almost a week since grandfather disappeared. I don't know where Grandpa is now.”

“Grandfather? Grandpa why Nyah? Doesn't grandpa live with Arkan?”

“Grandfather disappeared, he couldn't even see my life like this. That's why grandpa left!”

“Nyonyah, why talk like this.”

“Come quickly Mistress contact bu Jenny, she will definitely come here to pick up nyonyah,” said bi Narsih full of enthusiasm.

“Contact using what bi? Even my phone doesn't have. All my wallet and money out of nowhere! I lost my stuff since the hospital.”

Although a little did not understand Wulan's words, but one thing that the aunt understood, Mr. Brian must have deliberately cut off all access to his mistress so that not anywhere.

Since that night, Wulan had been locked up in the mansion. He could not go anywhere because Pak Buto his bodyguards are always on guard at the front door. Phone access at the large house was also cut off. Who else could come to help him? Brian really makes Wulan like a prisoner that at any time he can kill to give to stray dogs in the forest.

A few days passed, bruises all over Wulan's body gradually recovered, but Wulan's condition was not as excited as before. His life is now more silent, when sad he prefers to sleep. Wulan spent most of her time in the room.

Until one afternoon, when the sky was clear, Wulan walked to the back garden of the luxury house. Bi Narsih so faithfully accompanied by his side.

“Bi, why does this park look unflattering?” ask Wulan.

“All workers here have been dismissed sir. Only aunty and bodyguard left,” said bi Narsih while pointing to a large black man who stood several tens of meters behind.

Wulan turned around to look at the big man. “He really is my bodyguard, his name is Pak Buto,” said Wulan.

“Every three days your assistant will come here to deliver groceries, if the mistress wants something will auntie order her same person,” said bi Narsih.

“I want my phone, if I can just return my phone. My two best friends must be looking for me,” said Wulan.

“If the request, aunt is not sure it will be given. Madam can wait for the master to come and can ask the master,” said bi narsih.

“Ask Brian? What if he comes back to torture me. The pain in my body has not disappeared completely, no I do not want,” Inner Wulan is afraid.

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TBC…