QUEENA (Your Wife Is My Prisoner)
THE QUEEN'S A CONFORMER?
Queena terlonjak kaget, saat dirinya keluar dari kamar mandi dan sidah ada maid yang membawakan makan siangnya. Sepertinya Queena terlalu lama berendam. Atau maid saja yang terlalu cepat membawakan makan siang untuk Queena?
"Good day, Miss! I brought you your lunch sooner because you didn't have breakfast this morning" the maid explained to Queena.
"Yes! Just arrange it and please come out!" Queena's orders immediately make the maid retreat and out of Queena's room.
It just so happened that Queena was also very hungry, so the woman immediately ate her food even though she had not replaced her bathrobe with clothes.
Let alone!
Queena ate almost half of the food the maid had brought. After eating, Queena changed clothes and pushed the food trolley out of the room.
And sure enough!
Directly there were two bodyguards who greeted Queena in front of the room door. They had actually been on guard for twenty-four hours!
"Have you finished your lunch, miss?" One of the bodyguards made small talk and hurriedly took the trolley from Queena's hands. But of course Queena immediately rejected it.
"I'll take it myself to the kitchen!" Queena said firmly.
"No need, Miss! Maid can do it-"
"But I want to go to the kitchen!" Sela Queena remained with a firm tone and gaze.
"Do you need anything, miss? Let the maid take you to the room." Said the bodyguard who was still trying to prevent Queena.
"No!"
"I just want to go to the kitchen and cook some food for Brachon! Is that wrong?" Queena's light immediately made the two guards look at each other.
"But Mr. Ley still hasn't come home, Miss! And it's likely that Mr. Ley will arrive home tomorrow afternoon." Said one of the guards.
"I'm bored in the room and I want to go to another part of the mansion! You can follow me and follow me if you're afraid I'm running away!"
"And I want to call Brachon!" Said Queena again staring intently at the two bodyguards in front of her.
The two men exchanged glances again, before one of them pulled out a cell phone and contacted someone.
"Good day, Mr Vincent! Miss Queena said she wanted to talk to Mr. Ley" said the bodyguard, who apparently called Vincent. Why don't you just call Brachon!
"What's the problem?" Queena could faintly hear Vincent's voice from across the phone.
"I don't know, Sir! But Miss Queena-" the bodyguard didn't go on with her words when her lips muttered Brachon's name.
"Mr Ley, Miss Queen-"
"Give the phone to Queen!"
"Okay, Mr. Ley!" The bodyguard immediately thrust his phone at Queena.
"Brach"
"Why did you get out of the room?"
Queena suddenly rolled her gaze over the door of her room, as Brachon asked a slightly startling question.
Oh, apparently Brachon is monitoring CCTV directly in this house.
"I'm bored in my room. You've been keeping me locked up for months!" Queena replied while staring at one CCTV, as if Brachon was in there.
"Then what do you want now? Take a walk around town singing sayonara?"
"I just want to go to the kitchen and cook. But these two bodyguards of yours are even against me!"
"How many percent is it likely that I will run away if every inch of your mansion has a spy!" Queena said cynically.
"Good if you understand! Because if you run away, then you're not the only one I'll hunt. But Barley, great, your extended family"
"I'm not going to run away! I just want to go to the kitchen to cook!" Said Queena with a firm tone.
"What do you want to cook? There's already a professional chef in the mansion's kitchen and you can order whatever food you want."
"I want to cook for myself!" Queena insisted
"So you can slice your right tone?"
"I won't do it! Your accusation is ridiculous!" Decak Queena is getting upset.
"All right! Now tell me what you want to cook and I'll have the chef prepare the ingredients first!"
"I haven't thought about what I'm cooking! I need to see the ingredients in the kitchen first-"
"Don't cook then and go back to your room!"
"Ck! I'm not going to go into my room!" Queena brandished her middle teak to the CCTV above the bedroom door.
Not long after, there was a ringing cell phone belonging to the other bodyguard. The guard picked up the phone.
"Okay, Mr. Ley!" He spoke briefly before then the bodyguard approached Queena.
"I don't want to go into my room!" Shouted Queena revolt.
"I'll cook! I'll cook your favorite meal, Brach!" Queena finally shouted at Brachon who was still connected on the phone.
"My favorite food? You know what my favorite food is?"
"I don't know! So tell me quickly!" Queena's orders are firm.
"Tomorrow I just got home. So tomorrow we cook it."
"But I need to learn first!" Sergey Queena reasoned.
"So, what's your favorite meal, Brach?" Ask Queena again.
"Are you seducing me now?"
"Yes!" Answer Queena quickly.
"Isn't this what you want? Queena is the seductress and submissive person who can serve you wholeheartedly!" Queena was still staring at the CCTV.
"All right! You can go to the kitchen in fifteen minutes! Now get in your room!"
"Why not now"
Thereout! Thereout!
The phone just disconnected and Queena really should growl now.
Brachon baj*ngan!
"The chef is preparing the ingredients for the cooking, Miss! Please go to the room first-"
"I don't want to!" Reject Queena ferociously.
"I'll wait here until the chef finishes preparing the ingredients!" Queena said again as she walked towards the large window that was along the hallway leading to her room. Queena crossed her arms and stared out the glass window. The bodyguards immediately followed and watched Queena who was now just silently staring at the blue sky out there.
"Why is the garden only left empty and not planted with flowers or other plants?" Queena asked as she sniffed her chin to the courtyard below which was only covered in red and black paving, with no trace of plants. The bodyguards standing near Queena did not reply at all. Queena was like asking the statue!
"Are you suddenly mute?" Queena muttered irritatedly while clucking repeatedly. Queena finally shut up and said nothing more. The woman simply stared out the window and waited for the fifteen minutes that now felt like five centuries!
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"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" Brachon asked unhappily, as Vincent looked at him with a strange look, shortly after Brachon hung up on Queena.
"I don't mean to be presumptuous, Brach! But I just want to remind you that the beginning of the affair Harper did was when you started to give him freedom" Vincent said in a stern tone, as if he was giving Brachon a warning.
"I know and I remember!" Brachon got up and grabbed Vincent's collar.
"And don't equate Queen with Harper!" Brachon said, staring firmly at Vincent who immediately raised both hands.
"They're two different women!"
"Alright, I'm just reminding you" Vincent finally tried to dampen Brachon's emotions.
"I don't need your advice or input!" Brachon snapped once more, pushing Vincent's body and releasing the grip on the man's shirt. Brachon sat back in his chair and stared at the screen that displayed CCTV images in front of Queena's room. The woman was still standing staring out the window.
"What do you know about old Bangka Mahardika?" Brachon asked Vincent.
"The young man who saved Frans Mahardika the other day turned out to be Frans-'s real son"
"Find the info about the young man!" Brachon's orders are fast.
"She's just married to the only daughter of business partner Frans Mahardika." Vincent says fast which is always accurate and fast motion when looking for information.
"You want to get rid of him too?" Ask Vincent again.
"We still have to play clean, Vin!"
"Stay close to them and if there is a good opportunity, the new city will act!" Brachon's silencing only makes Vincent nod.
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