QUEENA (Your Wife Is My Prisoner)
CONSIDERATIONS
Queena was still silent, when a maid wiped the entire body of Queena using washlap and warm water. The pain all over Queena's body can no longer be described with words. Queena just stared blankly at the big window in her room which was nothing but a mere display.
The big window could not even be opened or broken by the glass and could not help Queena to escape from this stupid Brachon mansion!
"Keep the fight, Queen!"
"Keep in a fight so that I can also continue to teach you a lesson!"
Word by word once thrown by Brachon, back ringing in the mind of Queena. Makes Queena think hard and try to digest it. Maybe it's time for Queena to make peace, to be the good Queen and obedient to Brachon, so that the man also stops torturing Queena and allows Queena to meet Barley as soon as possible.
Yes, a few days ago Queena had said that to herself. But when Queena starts to confront Brachon, Queena's emotions seem uncontrollable and Queena always wants to rebel against the man.
What happened to Queena?
"Is Brachon still in the mansion right now?" Queena asked the maid who had now started wearing Queena's clothes. Always clothes that lack the material that accentuates the curves of a queena's body!
"Mr Ley left early this morning, Miss!" Said the maid answering Queena's question.
"Vincent's there?" Queena changed to ask where Brachon's assistant was. Because sometimes when Brachon leaves, Vincent stays at the mansion to keep an eye on Queena.
"Mr Vincent went with Mr. Ley" replied the maid again.
"Do you know when they're back?" Ask Queena again.
"Sorry, I don't know, Miss!" Answer the maid while guiding Queena to get up and sit down.
"Ouch!" Queena grimaced because the back of her body that really hurts when used to sit.
"Sorry, Miss! Did I hurt you?" Ask the scared maid.
"I can't sit. What do you want?"
"I want to comb Miss Queen's hair"
"Give me the comb and the glass! I'm going to cut my own hair!" Pinta Queena while thrusting her hand towards the maid.
"Sorry, Miss! But there's no glass-"
"How can there not be a single glass du mansion of this size?" Queena snapped at the emotion that instantly made the maid shudder in fear.
"Give me a glass!" Queena orders emotions along with the maid who has already come out of the room. Now Queena can only growl in frustration while tilting her body to the right.
"Everybody really sucks!"
****
The day passed quickly. Queena, who was bored, got up from the bed, and tried to stand up, though the woman still had to grimace.
Just as Queena finally managed to stand up, the door of the room opened from the outside, and a maid entered carrying a trolley filled with food for Queena.
"Your dinner, Miss!" Said the maid who deftly arranged some of the food in the trolley earlier onto the table.
"Help me! My leg hurts!" Queena said as she extended her hand towards the maid.
Maid quickly helps Queena to sit on the sofa and enjoy her dinner. Queena's gaze swept over the dishes on the table and in the trolley, looking for one dinnerware that wasn't on the trolley.
But tonight it still doesn't exist!
"I'd rather cut my own steak! Why are you serving a steak that's been cut like this?" Angry Queena at the maid who just lowered her head. Even all fruit has also been cut neatly when served. The maids seemed reluctant to give the knife to Queena.
Is this part of Brachon's orders too?
How ridiculous!
Queena finally ate the food on her plate. Not because he was attached to Brachon but because he did not die of hunger when there was a lot of food served for him.
After all, Queena also needs energy to fight Brachon!
"Brachon's home yet?" Queena asked the maid after she finished her dinner.
"No, Miss!" Answer Maid who has also finished cleaning up Queena's food. Maid then resigned and came out of Queena's room.
Queena looked at the door of her room that was closed again. The woman turned to the window to monitor conditions outside.
Lonely!
Not to mention the dozens of CCTV Brachon installed everywhere except in Queena's room!
Strange indeed!
But Brachon didn't set up any CCTVs in Queena's room at all. I don't know in front of the room or outside the window. It seems to be around every corner!
Queena sighed, then sat down slowly on the sofa. Grabbing a book that has always been his friend in his own time like this.
Yes, the only entertainment Brachon provides is a stack of books containing a tedious story about a poor girl meeting a rich man, then getting redacted, and finally living happily.
Life is never that simple!
Queena was late to dive word for word from the book she read, until the sky outside was getting pitch black, the woman still had not moved from the sofa. Queena finally fell asleep on the couch hugging the unfinished book she had read.
****
Queena spread her gaze around the bush where she was hiding. Brachon's bodyguards are nowhere to be seen and the half-opened gate is just a few steps away from Queena's current position. The woman immediately took a swing to run and darted towards the gate.
One
Two, two,
Three!!
Queena came out of the bushes and immediately headed to the sturdy iron gate, when suddenly a loud sound came from Brachon.
"Queeen!"
Queena didn't look!
No, Queena did not want to turn her head because Queena had to focus on her steps and on the gate that was getting closer.
"Stop, Queen!"
"Or I'll slash Barley's neck!" Brachon exclaimed instantly to make Queena stop running. Queena turned around and watched Barley who was in front of Brachon.
"Mama!" Barley was already shedding tears.
"No!"
"No! Brachon, get rid of your knife-"
Queena's sentence wasn't finished when Brachon heartlessly slashed the knife in his hand at Barley's neck.
Queena freezes and her world instantly collapses....
"Barley!!!!!"
Queena woke up with a body full of sweat. Barley's bloody shadow danced back inside Queena's head and made Queena shake her head.
"It was just a dream!"
"It was just a dream, Queen!"
"Barley must be fine!"
"Barley must be fine and Mas Bagus must be looking after Barley right now."
"It was just a dream!" Queena rubbed her face repeatedly while not stopping to take a deep breath.
The dream that Queena had just experienced was really like real.
Queena grabbed the glass on the nightstand, then gulped the contents down to the toilet. The woman hurried to look at the window of the room, when Queena finally realized that it was almost noon. The sky was blue and Queena entered the bathroom to clean up.
Has Brachon gone home?
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