Pretending to be Innocent Though Lust Satisfier

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The speck of rain that fell that afternoon drenched the car's glass window in a taxi that Quenby was riding in. Shortly after Jonas' departure, Quenby left. The goal is only one, which is where the Boutique Mama is located.

Arriving across the street where the Boutique she used to spend her day in, Quenby sees her husband's vehicle parked next to a car that Quenby knew belonged to Kirey.

What did Jonas want there, thought Quenby.

Pulling his pace to get closer and into it, Quenby was greeted by a woman younger than him, who was Quenby's Assistant when he was still managing the Boutique a few months ago.

"Miss Quen-" said Dena.

"Shhh! Don't be noisy!" quenby whispered who was taken in by his former Assistant.

Quenby's move leads to a room that used to be his basecamp. Luckily the door was slightly opened, leaving a reproach for the woman to see and even hear clearly what was going on inside.

"Are you threatening me?!"

The screech was the voice of his mother, Quenby poulted right with the tone of the noise. Even Quenby could well paint how his stepmother looks right now.

"really. I'm threatening you Miss Kirana. If you and the Agatha family are still harassing Quenby, I don't hesitate to take more action. Remember that! What I said was not a request. But it is a warning! Excuse me."

Quenby who was still in the process of processing the word still remained silent near the door gap, until finally the door was wide open and displayed a figure he knew.

"Quenby?!"

"Sister?

The sentence was said simultaneously by a husband and wife who were both flabbergasted.

Jonas clucked when he saw the hair, the face even part of his wife's body half wet.

"We go home" Jonas asked, holding Quenby's arm, to follow him out of the store.

Since their arrival at the Apartment, Jonas asks Quenby to take a warm bath first. And Quenby obeyed. However, it had been an hour since she had finished her bathing activity, the husband had not yet entered her room as the man had promised.

Quenby sat on the couch hugging his knees. The scenery outside featuring the multi-storey buildings that are being drenched in rain is more interesting now.

His mind has not been this calm for a long time. The presence of rain for some is a gift. But not a few also consider it a disaster.

Given that, automatically Quenby likened the fate of his life which is more often considered calamity. He felt that his birth to this world was only a disaster. Especially for her stepmother.

She realized, Her stepmother returned the heartache for the betrayal of her husband and biological mother to Quenby. Because Quenby is the right object to be used as a tool of revenge that is not even satisfied until now.

Being trained to be hurt made Quenby think the treatment was common. So that now he becomes a person who is difficult to empathize even if only on his own fate. No place to complain made Quenby inevitably have to deal with the pain alone.

Had suicide not been God's most hated sin, perhaps Quenby would have done so long ago. But no matter how hard life he receives, Quenby must continue until God Himself takes his life.

The bad treatment he received from his father's first wife had made Quenby hell. Years passed without calm. His mentality was honed, and his ears were no stranger to hearing the raining vomit. Moreover, his body that often receives blows, is nothing more for him now.

Haram Child.

Again, that's what bothered Quenby's mind. He wanted to be angry with his parents. Why leave behind a trail of seeds that grow into her. So that all the mistakes were thrown at him who did not know anything.

And when God sent a man who could get him out of the shackles of his stepfamily, Quenby thought things would get better. But in fact, the freedom he could not feel fully, because the name 'haram child' will never be separated from a Quenby Agatha.

A hand gently stroked his shoulder. Quenby turned his head and smiled warmly welcoming him.

"I'm sorry, long ...," said Jonas. "I prepared this earlier," told the man, showing him a tray he had brought.

There is a pair of mugs containing hot chocolate and 1 plate with 4 croffles with fruit tops on it.

Quenby was flabbergasted and immediately turned his seat to face the man. "Sister made it?" quenby asked enthusiastically.

Jonas smiled clumsily as he stroked his nape awkwardly. "Online message ...," said Jonas ended in a crisp laugh.

Quenby put on his smile. "Thank you, brother. It was really eaten by rain like this" said the woman who immediately grabbed a mug containing hot chocolate. However, "Wife?" quenby asked as he realized there was writing on the mug he had reached.

Jonas laughed awkwardly at Quenby's reaction with a face that was about to tease him. Then Quenby put the mug back without even having time to drink it. "Sweet really, sister," said the woman as she hugged Jonas' body.

"Gift from Jeny" said Jonas. Quenby took off the hug.

"When you? How does Quenby not know?" protest the woman.

"A dinner at the Villa." Quenby nodded at hearing that.

"There's a gift exchange?" ask Quenby who has not yet memorized the tradition of eating dinner routine.

"No, no.." replied Jonas.

"Continue?"

"It's just my birthday. Jeny is overkill."

Quenby was stunned to hear that, how could she forget her husband's birthday?

Oh God.

Was Quenby not that fond of Jonas?

The proof is that he forgot the birthday of the man.

"Truly, Quenby also has a gift for Brother ...,"

There's no way Quenby would be honest if she forgot her husband's birthday, right?

Therefore, the woman immediately turned her brain to be considered not negligent. Though his daily life as Jonas' wife is just leyeh-leyeh alone. It's really shameless if this trivial thing is forgotten.

"Gift?" jonas asked with a gawking face.

Hearing the word gift from his wife's mouth is somehow like deja vu to the man.

TB