New Young Mistress For My Husband
Vira's heart was frozen
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Viras…
...It's been a week since the incident at Alex's resort changed attitude to me, more precisely he behaved professionally like superiors and subordinates, no more touch arrived - arrived, attention, attention, or a surprise - a sweet surprise that he often gives. ...
...Alex would only talk to me when he gave a word about work, or just a yes or no answer to something I asked, he communicated more with Francis or Umar...
...But what do I expect? From the beginning I realized that it was all just a dream, I cursed myself who had been lulled with her, trying to enjoy the beautiful dreams Alex gave me, but now why should I complain when I have to wake up from my dream? ...
...Alex and I are like the moon-missing back, impossible, we are too different...
...If with Vicky whose wealth is not as much as Alex I was scolded and insulted, then Alex is a dream that will disappear when I have to wake up like now. ...
...“Vir work, you work here, you have to be professional, remember Mr. Alex has helped the children of the orphanage, you work here, Mr. Alex accepts you who are just a high school graduate to be his personal secretary until your salary is more than enough to finance your mother and your sister” it rapals me in my heart every day...
...Too often insulted to make me build a big wall for anyone who approached, many men who had come to propose to me but I refused, including the son of one of the Governors who was at that time in the middle of a campaign in my area, I subtly rejected his family's proposal to see how the man's mother scanned me from toe to head, then scanned Mbok Asih, Bi Welas, and Tuti with her condescending look, even though his son whom I knew was heavy on me did not accept my rejection...
...“I'm just a lowly caste, an ungrateful orphan” said - Mas Vicky's word always ringed in my ear to be a reminder when I was about to open up...
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This afternoon at the hotel seemed so crowded, all employees were busy carrying out their respective tasks to welcome the grand opening day that will be held tomorrow
Mr. Alex and Mr. Francis and Mr. Umar have been holding briefings and meetings since this morning
...I was no less busy, I prepared meeting minutes and memos - memos that I then sent to the relevant departments, the day of the grand opening is the day we all waited for, wait, the day the hotel officially operates and is open to the public. Therefore, the grand opening event must run perfectly, considering that what comes later are important people, no less than officials, ambassadors, ambassadors, the CEOs of companies - foreign and domestic partner companies, as well as several national and international figures...
...My work piling up makes me have to start working from 6 am and go home at 9 pm, do not ask how tired my body, I am, even for just chatting with Tuti after work I was unable to, I immediately fell asleep to relieve my fatigue...
...But I keep the spirit, the shadow of the welfare of the children of the home and the happiness of Mbok Asih, Bi Welas, and Tuti make me always eager to finish every job even those who are still far from the dateline...
...“Vir” is Alex who makes my daydreams fade and my heart blossom, at first glance I wish he was behind me and suddenly hugged me tightly, but that is impossible, he was there sitting in his big chair with his eyes focused on scanning the files, he did not even see when he called me...
I straightened up, set my expression by putting a smile on my face
...“Can I help you Mr?” I asked very politely...
...“Yes, the event preparation report from the marketing department does not seem to be in accordance with what I expected, can you please check?” Tell him with eyes still focused on the file in his hand...
“Okay Sir, I will carry out” my answer who immediately grabbed the phone handle on my desk to contact the marketing department
...“Vir” call him again...
...“Ya” I'm surprised expectantly...
...“Please finish it soon, I don't want tomorrow's event to fall apart” he said, burying my hopes...
...“Well Tuan” I replied politely...
...“Vira, aware Vir..you are only a lowly caste, so just focus on working for my neat salary” in my heart...
I hurriedly finished all his words to me, wiped away all my asia, I froze my heart.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
Time has shown at 5pm, meaning I can go home, Francis said Mr. Alex told me to go home on time today to be ready for tomorrow's event, mr. Alex, Francis and Umar left the office this afternoon.
I stretched my stiff body, then took off the heels that from morning tormented me, and then I went to my dressing room to change into the slums I was wearing from home this morning
My phone suddenly vibrated, a message came in. The transfer notification from the bank made me very happy, Francis sent my salary even when I had not even worked for 1 month.
...A smile carved into my face, my brain quickly made a list of anything I needed to buy, for sure I will buy new shoes and some clothes if there is still money left after I buy the needs of the house, Mbok Asih, Bi Welas, and Tuti, ah yes I have to buy new shoes for Tuti. My inner...
I stepped lightly into the parking lot, wreaths of congratulations had filled the hotel grounds and snaked up to the highway, I scanned my surroundings looking for the figure of Mr. Heru who would take me home
A security who saw me wryly approached me
...“Non Vira, Nyari Pak Heru huh?” Ask politely...
^^^“Iya Sir, do you know where Pak Heru is? I have tried the phone but ga active” said^^
...“Mr. Heru again nganterin Mr. Yonto meeting outside the hotel Non, was Mr. Heru nitip my same message to be conveyed to Non Vira”...
...“Oh yes sir, thank you then.I'm sorry to go home first ya” said me with a warm smile...
I then took my foot to the hotel gate, I could have asked the other hotel driver for help but I knew they were all busy, so I decided to take an online motorcycle taxi to the angkot base
It's been 20 minutes I tried to order ojek online, but no one received, maybe because they know the road to and out of the hotel is very jammed due to the traffic of vehicles that enter and exit the hotel
...Tired of waiting, I also decided to walk to the ojek base, I stepped foot wrapped in my sockets sneakers. ...
...Several times the car and motorcycle driven by the hotel employee stopped and offered me a ride home, but because everything was male I refused it subtly, I don't want to create new problems. ...
I was walking because this time it was getting tired, before a duck bike stopped right beside me
...“Vira yes?” Ask the rider with a warm smile...
...“Recognize, I'm Yani” he said while thrusting his hand...
...“Vira” I replied courteously...
...“Wanna go home, huh? Want to be with ga?” Ask friendly...
...“Don't Kak, don't bother - bother, I walk aj” replied I'm reluctant...
...“The street? Where is your home?” Ask wonder...
...“I want to go to the angkot base Kak, then I take an angkot to rumah” I explained...
...“Angkot base is still far lo, this already want to test. ayuk with me aj” take him again...
...“How to take Kak?” Tanyaku...
...“No, my house is near the angkot base so all of” he said again...
...“Thanks Kak” I said warm...
...“Yes, ayu ride” he said, I then climbed on his motorbike which then took us to the angkot base...
A little while later we just arrived at the angkot base when it started raining
...“Well rain again, shady first yuk Vir” take him...
...“Yes Kak” I replied because no one has returned to the base...
...“Where is neduh?” He muttered while scanning around the angkot base...
...“Mm-hh.. Brother Yani would not eat meatballs with me?” I hesitated, I was afraid that he would be reluctant to eat with me because of my dirty clothes...
...“Mau dong, but you who treat ya” godanya...
...“Yes kak” I nodded with a smile, thankfully today's payday so I can buy him a meal...
...“Asiiik, when else try in the same agreement with the secretary of CEO” chirpnya cheerful...
I just laughed a little hearing it
We also walked to the meatball shop right in front of the angkot base
After we ordered the meatballs, we sat in silence and similarly focused on our respective phone screens
...“Vir, dong story how it feels deket - deket Mr. Alex continues” asked Yani while smiling ignorantly...
...“That is so Kak, tired of a lot of his work because” ...
...“If I so you really want the mountain work also I want - just want, the important thing is to be able to squirm Mr. Alex continues” he said while adding sambal to the meatballs that just came...
...“Nih ya tuh kids house keeping on the scramble if fit schedule cleanin Mr. Alex's room, Alex, that's Marni nyampe claw - same claw that Wiwik fitting assistant Mr. Alex asked for additional special towel for Mr. Alex” he said then scooped the meatballs and put it in his mouth...
I just smiled warmly at it, I was confused as to what to comment on
...“Just as rich at the restaurant, if Mr. Alex asked to bring food to his room, children in the race to ride, including me” he said while chuckling, Yani is indeed a waitress at the hotel restaurant...
...“Yes people like us can only do that, ngeliatin diem - diem, amazed diem - diem, love diem - diem. It is also impossible if Mr. Alex likes our kayaks!” Although he made my chest tight, but I justified his thinking...
...“Eh said Mr. Alex already has a candidate for lo” said Yani who successfully made me stop eating meatballs...
...“Candidates wuiiiiihh beautiful, the son of a famous businessman who is the name of his father, anyway hedon. I saw the same article resto” children continued, I sighed slowly throw tightness in the chest...
...“If there is no wrong tomorrow, because it is on the list of people who will be like Mr. Alex” he said again, I can only smile ...
...“Vir dreams of heights, wake up Vir! sober up! What happened yesterday was only Mr. Alex who was on a whim, who you can expect what he promised he would keep” rapal Vira in his heart...
...“Eh Vir, eaten meatballs do not bengong” Yani disperse my daydream...
...“Cepet upin yes, Kak Yani want to cepet home because, kasian Kak Yani's child who is still a baby if later left” Kak Yani's speech makes me immediately interested ...
...“Yani has a child? What age is Kak? I asked excitedly...
...“Only 6 months, again funny - funny so the innate want to cepet home, if you have a child you will surely fumigate deh” said he who successfully made my chest hurt amazing...
...I don't know why I then stroke my stomach, where my future baby was growing...
...“Vir, spout abisin meatonya” said Kak Yani...
...“Ah yes Kak” said as I put a little meatball into my mouth, the shadow of my fetus being taken away from me was breaking my appetite...
I with great difficulty held back my tears
A few moments later after we finished eating meatballs, we parted ways. Kak Yani continued his journey on my motorbike with an angkot.
Along the way my heart aches to remember about the child I have not seen, maybe if there is still now my stomach has been bloated, what is a human like me as low as that until I have no right to have children? My inner
