My beloved, the Princess
Ep. 20
Dhea threw her body in her little bed. Today was the hardest day of his life. How could he come to his own hell where the dinner he attended was to discuss the wedding plans of the man he loved to death.
Dhea tilted her body to the side. Like the shameless woman who had been attached to him he would again take Sabian from Ayodhya. Even if I had not mistakenly remembered Ayodhya, I would argue that as long as Sabian did not mind, the British nobility had no problem sharing.
Returning to stretch her body, Dhea again thought of many ways to make Sabian look at her. This is healthy competition. He just needs to work harder. Although Sabian's heart was only for Ayodhya, it had also been stolen by Sabian.
Whatever happens, even if the sky defies though, Sabian should be his. Even he was willing to do even vile ways to get rid of Ayodhya and become Young Mistress in the Kusumawidjaja family.
In composing his plan Dhea then remembered something that had been his obsession in having the man Kusumawidjaja. He rushed down from the bed and then ran into one of the secret rooms.
Dhea slowly entered the room. He looked around and found a boy in his cage in the corner of the room.
"Good night." Sapa Dhea friendly. Closer to the little young man who was shivering in fear when he saw her.
"Don't be afraid! Come here!" Invite him, but the boy is getting shuffled away.
"Take me off!" Pinta the boy softly. Understand that he hasn't eaten anything all day.
"Do you want to see your mom?" Dhea asked sounded hurt. Why not even a child with her.
"Get me back, Auntie. I miss Mama Ayodhya." The 5-year-old was terrified. He did not know what happened, suddenly when he woke up shortly after the piano lessons, he had been in this stuffy room for 2 weeks.
Dhea retreated and no longer showed her good face. "You will be my weapon against Ayodhya! Oh, one more thing. If you're here it means Ayodhya doesn't care about a bad boy like you." He said before closing the door and locking the innocent boy back.
*** I am the limiter of ***
In a luxurious three-story mansion, a girl was staring blankly at her reflection in front of the windowpanes. Another luxurious building was glazed majestically in front of him. But it did not attract his attention at all because his mind was now passing buana to another realm.
The sound of knocking on the door made Ayodhya aware. He only glanced at the door that opened slightly and found a servant entering his room.
"It's time, Miss." Her speech. Ayodhya said nothing. He turned and approached the servant.
"How long have you been working here?" The question sounds elegant.
The waiter nodded and replied, "3 years, Miss." Proud of the waiter.
Ayodhya pulled the lady's bow tie and dropped it on the floor. "You're fired today." Absolute disconnections.
The waiter fell down with a shocked face. His face almost shed tears. "What's my fault, miss?" Ask anyways. Begged Ayodhya.
"How dare you smoke and drink (distance) during work hours." Quiet accusation.
The waiter was surprised again. How did Ayodhya know if she had drunk a little wine and smoked in the toilet? The waiter gulped his hard-earned saliva.
"Punish me, Miss. I promise I won't repeat it." Sorry about the waiter.
Ayodhya only showed her flat face. "Do you think I was trained to be a noble to apologize so easily?" Ask.
"Fortunately, I will not expel you and pay for the wine you drink. Now leave! Never show your face again!" Disconnecting, hurrying away towards another space.
The waiter was crying in his place. He did not want to drink or smoke. His family is in a difficult time, this is just an escape. Unexpectedly the lady was so thorough and meticulous. Now applying also feels free. He has lost his job.
Seriate...
