My Choice of Woman

Episode 117's

Happy imagination

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The smell of the proximity of Naresh and Kinanti increasingly thick smell spread to every corner of this house. Not only the maids, but up to Mrs Fernando. Unmitigated, every morning Naresh will always take the time to pick up Kinanti in the mess maid women. Of course, Naresh was not barred from entering because he was not from the maid group. If there is work outside the city, lost time will be replaced by streets near beautiful flower ponds especially when illuminated by the moon.

Their closeness like good news that was greeted with enthusiasm by the maids was no exception by Mr. Fernando. But only one who hates the closeness between Naresh and Kinanti, the Great Mistress. Indeed, he did not openly express jealousy, not that the base of his hatred, but the intimacy they built. Mrs Fernando is so envious of the way they knit beautiful memories.

Once Mrs Fernando saw in person they had a warm conversation and were very friendly even though Kinanti was shy. Sometimes a chase action when there is a dispute between them. The Great Mistress wanted that, but that moment never materialized. The closeness of Kinanti and Naresh reminds him of being a girl named Anneline.

Annelines. A name that has long since been erased in this luxurious house. Sweet girl with beautiful veil. I don't know how long he took off his veil, six years ago to be exact. This house has turned Miss Anneline into Lady Fernando with a sacred bond but she never wanted to. In fact, he always hopes to be given the opportunity to kill time and ask for his old destiny back. However, it was a pity that it seemed like such an impossible wish.

Mrs Fernando stood sweetly behind the window frame. Again he captured lovers who had been harvested by Cupid, the god of love in classical Roman mythology. At least that's what the lady thought.

Without a knock, Mrs Fernando's bedroom door was opened by a female maid. He knew who had entered without taking his eyes off the open window. Mr. Fernando with a special wheeled chair that only uses a push button, can walk alone without anyone pushing it.

Mr. Fernando came in with a smile that had been nicely embroidered before entering this room. He saw his wife sitting watching the dark in the window. “Don't be too night, you can get sick from the night wind.” Fernando reminded.

There was no answer from Mrs Fernando, her face was increasingly upset because someone she hated was present without permission. But what can be done, he can not ignore the person in the wheelchair.

“Directly at its core, no need to beat around the bush to explain what your arrival means,” he said flatly.

Mr. Fernando knows exactly his wife's character. He had expected Anneline's cold attitude for six years this marriage. He also realized that he was not perfect, could not be the best husband.

“I'm here to take you to the party, is ...”

“Can I reject it?” Anneline immediately stormed the question before Fernando finished his words.

“Why?” ask Fernando.

“I just want to be home. Aren't you and Mr Yori enough to fulfill that invitation?” Anneline does not like to go with her imperfect husband, for her this is a disgrace.

“Has my sacrifice and silence not been enough?” Fernando had to use his signature tactic. He was convinced that his wife could not refuse this agreement.

Anneline was speechless, her eyes turning into a stifled rage from being deliberately controlled. She understood very well if her husband had said this, meaning inevitably he had to obey. The agreement between him and Fernando could be a bomb, just to wait for time to explode and destroy.

“Well I will accept your invitation! No need to threaten me like that, Mr. Fernando.” Anneline was so furious that she wanted to grab a gun and shoot it straight into her husband's chest. He hated this threat.

“Thank you, I'll go back to my room. During the night, may my wife's good dream,” Fernando's words be so sweet. Now he had pressed a button for the chair in particular to turn its own wheels to get out of this room.

Perfect, the Great Madam is alone again in this room. His anger was growing, he could not do much. His misfortune reached the highest level until the vase of flowers containing fresh red roses was thrown about a large slope facing him. Anneline screamed loudly, her voice echoed so that Fernando could hear her even though the distance was far away. He also heard the sound of broken glass before his wife's screams spread like the wind.

“I know you can't refuse my request. You can be angry with Anneline, but don't forget that you've been with me as Mrs Fernando.”

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It rained again in one day. At the dining table there is a wide variety of very delicious dishes, dinner begins. There were three people around the dining table. They were joking especially the two men whose ages were very much different. Old man and young man, at first glance his face looks the same because they are like a betel in two. Only age distinguishes.

A middle-aged woman with a maid with a village face alternated pouring water on a glass and spooning rice. Today the old man was overjoyed, his business was advancing rapidly due to the huge injection of funds, as if their future had been secured with wealth. But this happiness only stopped a little at the middle-aged woman. He was good at preening, but his eyes said he was sad.

The dinner ritual begins. The three of them began with a prayer of gratitude for the food that could still be served, and God was indeed generous. When finished, chanting with the sound of cutlery collided with the plate. They were looking at the dish.

The girl with long hair faithfully waited for the dinner ritual from inside the car. He was very patient, he was sure his patience would bear sweet fruit. Not to forget he also saw the sparkle of a samurai with a black sheath. The girl pulled out a Japanese sword with a slightly curved shape. His eyes sparkled at his whispering katana asking for a tumbar.

“This sword is really beautiful isn't it?” He asked himself even though there was a male driver still sitting in the steering wheel.

“It would be even more beautiful if this sword was washed by blood.”

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