My Choice of Woman

Episode 143

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“It looks like I'll have dinner myself again.” Kinnati exhaled her disappointed breath. He had just received a call from Narsh that he was going to be home late.

From the moment of eating the food, a knock on the door was heard making Kinanti shut herself to put the food in her mouth.

“Who is he? Don't you think Naresh is home?” With a happy face, Kinanti ran over to open the door immediately.

Instead of Naresh's return, Anneline was standing behind the door. He smiled at Kinanti.

“Goodnight, can I come in?” ask Anneline.

“Please, Mistress.” Kinanti opened the door to make it wider. He invited Anneline to enter the house.

Anneline sat on the soft and comfortable black sofa. Like he hadn't been to this house in a long time.

“Sorry, Mistress. Why did you come here at night? Is there anything you want to tell Kak Naresh?”

Anneline smiled. “I want to meet you.”

Kinanti rounded her eyes, she still wondered in her heart, why Lady Fernando would come here. “What about your departure delay, Mistress?”

Kinanti sat down and he ducked. Mrs Fernando should know that she is not allowed to go to Milepolis before the weekend and that it should be with Naresh.

“Not Kinan,” said Anneline, “I just want to ask you as a fellow woman in this family.”

Kinanti's feelings are increasingly uncertain. Not usually Mrs Fernando talks about this, he thought.

“Are you here because it was bought?”

The look on Kinanti's face was immediately shocked to hear a question from Mrs Fernando. He didn't know if he would ask this.

Anneline realized her question was too on target. She already knew this from her husband, but it would be even more impressive if she learned this embarrassing bit. Anneline has to lead Kinanti to get caught up in her game.

“Is your fate the same as mine? I mean, I could marry Mr. Fernando as a result of being bought. What an irony indeed, the fact I am a belian girl.” Anneline closed her eyes. “Are you like that too?”

Reality always speaks as it is sometimes seem to hurt. Kinanti could not deny that he could come here because he was bought. Not directly, but he still remembers how Naresh gave a flutter of money in his sling bag. Naresh did not want to be returned.

Kinanti bowed there was a clear look of doubt emanating. Anneline who was watching from earlier felt excited. It was easy to lure you into murky water, Anneline thought.

Silent.

Kinanti had yet to answer the question posed to him. He is just fighting a great battle between his heart and his logic. He trusted Naresh completely. To him, he is a good man. Although it looks fierce, he did not escape to protect Kinanti. He's a guy who always forces, but always makes it the most special thing.

“T needn't look confused like that. If allowed I want a cold drink.” Anneline switched the conversation for a while. He doesn't want his target to miss.

Kinanti nodded, she walked towards the corner of the kitchen, where the refrigerator was located. He took two pieces of bottled juice and thrust it into ‘thamu uninvited it’. currently his heart is raging. It was consumed by this conversation.

Anneline drank a little of this orange-flavored juice. So refreshing when passing through the esophagus.

“Do you know Kinanti? Men born into high-class families are able to have more than one woman. Maybe my husband is an exception, he just wants to have me. But if Sister-in-law ..”

“Enough!” Kinanti cut off Anneline's words that had not been fully completed. “Kak Naresh only has one woman and that's me, Madam! Please appreciate my feelings!” He sobbed.

Anneline slightly flinched with Kinanti who was a little defiant. He knew that the girl was holding back pain, on the other hand this fact was indeed true.

“Oh yes? What is the evidence if you are the only one? Brother-in-law does not have a sacred bond with you. Maybe she's in another woman's house.” Anneline smiled cunningly, her thoughts should lead Kinanti into the valley of destruction.

Is it true what Mrs Fernando said? Am I not the only woman?

Doubt for doubt arises. I am very uncomfortable with this feeling.

“Listen, never trust a promise before proof. You and I. .. we, are women. Our prices are exchanged for money. If Brother-in-law had another woman what would you do? Simply put we are too spoiled with a handful of riches and a little freedom. The man you love should have allowed you to go out and fly free ...”

“I beg enough Madam! I beg you not to nullify my trust in Brother Naresh.” Kinanti's cry broke. He felt uncomfortable with the promises that had been sown.

“I don't intend to. Know, I'm just telling you not to be disappointed later.”

“If Madam is done, take a break. Night wind not suitable for you.” Kinanti held back her anger. He rubbed his teary face.

Anneline moved from her seat. He knows what Kinanti says. He has to leave this house.

“Thank you.” Anneline walked towards the door. He had to finish his job immediately.

“Kinan, I'll tell you something. Go if you are required to. Don't let you lose everything like me.”

Kinti heard but did not answer. He tried to turn away.

Anneline came out of the house and closed the door. The mission will succeed soon. “I await this destruction.”

He had prepared the best scenario.

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The night is getting late, Naresh may be late to go home. His work is so much that it takes his time to be with Kinanti. He told the girl about his return.

“Patience a little Kinanti, soon I will be home.” Naresh is still driving his car. He is not accustomed to using the services of a driver although many are willing to serve him.

On the road, not many cars are crawling tonight. Naresh just passed by a couple of trucks. Silent and silent. His body was a little tired and subconsciously it blurred his focus until he did not realize there was a strange thing. Naresh quickly stepped on the brakes and the car squeaked.

He immediately got out of the car and realized a long-haired woman wearing a black suit was as rude as possible, being knocked over by his car.

“Are you okay, Miss?”