Marsha, Between Love and Revenge

Lied

Susan walked into the cafe with her face bent, she looked very upset. His eyes swept across the cafe room looking for the person who met his appointment. Then his eyes caught the woman with black eyes, sitting at the very corner of the cafe, the woman was wearing a mask, if he did not look carefully at it, he would not recognize if the woman was Misya. Misya waved her hand so Susan would approach her.

"Your face is unsightly, Susan," said Misya pulling her mask up.

"I'm upset, Marsha made me like her maid." Susan takes a seat opposite to Misya, she calls waiters and orders coffee.

Misya looks like that, because she does not want her identity to be known by many people, Nasyat's death, and the failure of her marriage to Zidan, makes Burhan's company bankrupt, no one can help them, no one can help them, their debt was already too much, so Misya and Burhan went into hiding.

Their offices and homes are now confiscated by banks, they leave a lot of debt, and do not pay their employees salaries. Misya and Burhan become fugitives. But it's been a long time since the incident, there is no news covering, Misya thought if she was safe, Misya ventured to get out, she was tired of continuing to hide.

"What's going on? Why is it like that?"

Susan recounts that she was called using Zidan's number, but the one who called her was Marsha, Marsha asked her to come to a shopping center, after she had a meeting with Mr. Robert, and ask Susan to help bring all her shopping.

What makes Susan even more upset, Zidan just shut up, let Marsha do everything, it is not heavy stuff, but it is very harassing his profession as a secretary, it is not his duty.

"It opens soon you will review the Zidan hotel in Bandung, right? take advantage of that, Marsha soon gives birth, you can hold Zidan long there, make Marsha give birth without her husband."

"Hem, I've planned that, three days in Bandung, three days in Surabaya." Their conversation is interrupted when waiters deliver Susan's coffee.

"Are you going to do what I did to Zidan?" ask Misya.

Susan shakes. "That's too cheap," Susan replied, sipping her espresso. "You used to do that and you failed, right? make Marsha contain Zidan's seeds? I'll do it another way."

Misya. "I believe you, Susan. So far Marsha seems to have started to get hot with what you are doing. Make him hotter, and their relationship is slowly breaking down."

"That's so easy actually, let alone papa Marsha has not fully accepted Zidan, that's all I know" Susan said, then she saw the watch in her hand, "it's late, too late, I have a job I haven't finished yet, you don't stay out too long, I'm not sure your position is safe, Missya."

"Hem, thank you. I'm tired of hiding, actually, and I'm after the one guy I almost got."

"Who?"

"You must know him, Mahesa."

Susan's eyes are breaking. "Mahesa Marsha's brother?"

Misya smiled as she nodded, she remembered Mahesa, Mahesa was no less handsome than Zidan, and if she had seen from Mahesa's house while driving her home, Mahesa was from a wealthy family, and if she had seen her family, so she can use Mahesa and make Mahesa her husband.

"We were close to sleeping together at the time, but I failed because her mother called her, I had to see her again, take her out for a drink, and snare her."

"May your plan succeed, and my plan also succeed. We destroyed their families together."

"I don't plan to destroy Mahesa, I just want to make her dependent on me, make me his wife. Because he doesn't know if I ever became Zidan's fiancee."

Not far from where they were sitting, Mahesa was watching the two, this cafe that Rasya had founded with Abdi. And tonight Mahesa is visiting her cafe in place of Abdi. Mahesh observes Misya's face, and tries to remember her face behind the sunglasses and mask.

"I know him?" mumbling Mahesa to herself.

* * *

"Zidan, there's still less, tomorrow we buy again huh? Strolerrnya was forgetfulness same bed." Marsha spoke a little screamed because Zidan was wearing a shirt on the walk in the closet. Marsha is checking her shopping.

"Yes, honey. You don't have to go to the office tomorrow, let me pick you up." Zidan came out wearing only his home color. Approaching Marsha and hugging her from behind.

"There will be an empty room, we make a connecting door for a baby room, let it be good. Keep changing the same paint wallpaper funny. What kind of character wallpaper do you want?" Marsha rubbed Zidan's half-wet hair. "Kok not wear a shirt anyway, it will catch a cold" said Marsha felt Zidan's hard chest without a barrier on his back

"There are you who can get out of the wind." Zidan began tracing Marsha's neck with his lips, dipping them small, stimulating Marsha.

"Tonight we're off, we've been doing it almost every night, my stomach's getting bad."

Zidan was a little disappointed, raising his lips to end his mischievous actions, but he understood what Marsha was feeling. The age of Marsha has entered 32 weeks. "We've checked once a week, haven't we, baby?" the question then rubbed the stomach of Marsha who was already large.

Marsha turned around, "You're not old enough to forget, once a week, once a week when you're 36 weeks old." Remind Marsha again, she sulked, but not long ago they checked the contents.

"You're too busy with your secretary, so forget about your duties as a husband. This is it if I'm not the one who fuss with you shopping, you forget, busy with your work."

"Sorry." Zidan knew his wife was getting angry. Actually he was confused why Marsha was so dislike Susan, Susan was good to him, just now Susan wanted to obey what Marsha ordered. But it was wrong again if he debated that, it was better that he relented than to have to fuss with his wife.

Remember, the husband gives up not because he loses, but relents to win.

"Tomorrow to finish it, you have a lot of roads all day. Let me massage your feet, I know you must be sore," led by Marsha's hand to bed with a very friendly. If it had been like this, Marsha was devastated, her almost exploding anger evaporating just like that.

Marsha gave a smile, lucky she had a very understanding husband, Zidan could always temper her anger. Marsha began to fall on the bed with a position tilted to the left.

Zidan began pouring Marsha's favorite oil on his palm, then cupped his hands together, Zidan began to gently massage his wife's feet.

"Hows it? Is this good?" zidan asked while stroking Marsha's lower back.

"Hemm," Marsha simply replied with a mutter, so enjoying it. Nearly half an hour Zidan massaged Marsha's legs, back, and hands in turn.

But, the term nothing free in this world also applies to Zidan.

With his hands slowly down the groin of Marsha, very soft and slow, still massaging, but occasionally his fingers touch the sensitive point of the wife down there. Unknowingly Marsha let out a delicious desahan sound unbearable. Yes, Zidan cheered in his heart, the fishing rod worked, but he still did that continuously until Marsha opened her own legs wide to worship her husband.

And ten minutes later, the voice was gone changing the sound of Marsha's regular breathing. Zidan looked at Marsha's closed eyes, he chuckled to himself, he lured his wife, now he himself is hooked.

Unheartened if he had to force his wife to serve him, Zidan finally decided to go to the bathroom, rather than he could not sleep all night because of torture.

* * *

Tomorrow.

At eight o'clock in the morning Zidan was already busy with his work. He checked his office finances. Zidan's phone vibrated the sign of the incoming message.

"Sir, sorry. Today I let in, suddenly my head pudding, and my body ached all. This may be my effect of going up and down the escalator carrying your wife's groceries." Susan.

Then a message from Susan came back in. "I'm sorry to remind you again, if this afternoon we have a meeting with investors, I'm sorry once again Sir. I can't accompany you to a meeting today. But I've sent an e-mail to you for our meeting."

"It's okay, Susan. You take a break, you've been working hard for my company all this time, and these few years you've never been absent. Don't forget to seek treatment, so that you will recover quickly." replied Zidan Susan.

Then Zidan called Marsha's number.

"Darling, sorry I couldn't pick you up this afternoon."

"Why?"

"Susan didn't come in, so I had to handle my own work. Sorry baby, how about we change for another day."

"Hem, jude. Tomorrow it's all."

"You don't come here, I don't want you to get tired."

"Hem." just replied with a murmur."

"Darling you're angry?"

"No!"

"I'm sorry."

I'm tired of hearing your apologies

"Marsha, baby. Don't be mad, I promise you we'll be shopping tomorrow."

"Hem."

"Once again I'm sorry, please understand my position. Marsha, I'm going to work, yes, you don't eat late." The call ended, Zidan resumed his work, occasionally calling Susan asking for work.

Look, it's only been a day that Susan hasn't come in that she's been troubled, so dependent on Zidan for Susan, how she fired Susan, while Susan's job has been so good.

Until lunchtime, Zidan went to a restaurant to meet. Getting off the car against the briefcase, Zidan entered the restaurant in a hurry, he was ten minutes late. But Zidan was surprised, suddenly there was Susan there.

"Susan, aren't you not feeling well?"

Susan smiled sweetly, standing in front of the door of the restaurant Vip that had been in his reservation. "I can not bear to leave the Father meeting alone, all this time I prepared everything for the Father."

"But you're okay?"

"Actually still a little dizzy, sir. I've been massage and medicated, so it's kind of lightening."

"Finished meeting you can go home Susan, I don't want you to be so bad, I'm a bit troubled there's no you."

It's nice not to play Susan to hear Zidan's words, Zidan is already very dependent on him, it will be easier for him to get into Zidan's life.

An hour later, Zidan came out of the restaurant vip room and got Susan into his car. Susan is seen fighting her head, and by chance Marsha's car comes, she is with a young woman whose age is not far from her.

Marsha's chest went up and down looking at that, her chest was boiling, Zidan lied to her? Didn't she say Susan didn't come in? Then what is this?