
"Take him to the back room!" salman told the waiter shortly after arriving at his home.
Yes, instead of taking Safia to his room, Salman put his wife in the back room, next to the servant's room working in the house.
Not wanting to interfere in the affairs of his employer, Murni and Ina immediately nodded their head in agreement with Salman's orders. The two help Safia who is still very weak, they bring Safia to the room ordered by Salman.
"Thank you, you go, I can be alone." Safia shrieked as soon as she arrived at the doorway.
"But Miss-"
"It's okay, I'm still strong. There is no need to call me Miss everything, I am here only a servant like you, our degrees are the same" Safia said with a bitter smile, she was aware of her position as nothing more than a maid in the house.
"Alright, here's your suitcase. If you need anything, just call us. We are ready to help" said the two servants before leaving Safia.
"Hm... Once again thank you," nodded Safia forcing herself to smile.
After saying that, Safia opened the room door and pulled the suitcase inside. With her legs still shaking, she braced herself to put the suitcase in the corner of the closet and chose to sit on the side of the bed.
Instantly, silence accompanied Safia's solitude, she was overwhelmed by her helplessness.
Regretted?
Yes, Safia was very sorry for misjudging someone's kindness. Now she must be imprisoned in the house of her own husband, the evil man who has hurt feelings and stuck a thorn in her heart.
Safia also regrets loving Salman too deeply. He felt like a fool, so easily entangled in Salman's game, he simply did not understand the purpose of the man marrying him.
In the turmoil of her heart, Safia fell on the bed. Her tears broke thinking about what Salman had done to her. It's too much to live for, Safia doesn't know how to break away from this pseudo-marriage.
There's still a lot he has to achieve out there. He has not been able to devote himself fully to avenging the services of the mother of the home who has raised him, he has not been able to capture the smile on the faces of the sisters who put great hopes on him.
Since deciding to take medical college, Safia has dedicated herself to being a hero who will help people in need. He never even tasted the salary that several months this is his right, he gave all that to the mother of the home to prosper the children who are the same fate as him.
However, now all his hopes and dreams were wiped out in the blink of an eye. Never mind going back to work in the hospital, getting out of that house alone she can't. Salman really got her imprisoned, I don't know what else that man would do to her?
Before returning home, Safia had pleaded with Salman to let her go. Safia said that she was willing to widow as long as she could live as usual. Unfortunately Salman did not care and instead threatened himself without pity. The man used the children of the orphanage to suppress Safia.
"This is for you" Salman thrusts two envelopes thick enough into the hands of Murni and Ina. "From this moment you no longer need to work in this house. I already have a new waitress to replace you two, just find another job out there!"
Murni and Ina were immediately shocked and looked at each other, both of whom did not understand why Salman had fired them for no apparent reason.
Proud of his success, Salman left the living room and stepped into his room. He was completely satisfied and felt that victory was already in front of his eyes.
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"Yes, baby, yeah. It's gonna go, wait a minute." Salman, who was about to lie down, now had to stop resting his body.
She just got a call from her boyfriend who just came home from Canada.
Yes, since two years ago Salman has lived one roof with his lover in the land of people. Both of them were like a couple, only there was no status that bound their relationship.
Before leaving his residence, Salman stopped by Safia's room. He pushed the door violently without knocking on it first.
Braaac...
Safia who was lying on the bed was aghast and sat in a hurry. He lowered his head while squeezing his fingers, he was not willing to look at the face of Salman who he now hated so much.
"Get out and do your job well! I fired the waiter, now all this housework is your responsibility."
Salman turned around after saying that, but a few seconds later he turned his neck back to stare at Safia. "Don't forget to clean my room. Today my beloved will come and live in this house, I hope you can position yourself like a servant. Don't think I'll admit you as my wife!" coined.
Hearing that, Safia suddenly carved a bitter smile as she stroked the chest that suddenly felt pained. He thought this torture was enough to satisfy Salman, but it turned out that the man still wanted to hurt him more deeply. "Okay, sir, you don't have to worry. Let alone one lover, ten lovers won't mind me."
Safia immediately stood up after saying that, she passed Salman and walked towards the outside. He will start his work by cleaning the room first.
Salman, who saw it, seemed silent for a while. He thought Safia would either argue against him or fight him. However, Safia obeyed his orders easily.
Salman was a little suspicious to see Safia gelagat, he thought that Safia was planning something to avenge him.
Long fixated on where he stood, Salman gasped as the phone in his pants pocket suddenly rang. Soon Salman pulled out the phone and picked it up quickly.
"Yes, baby, wait a minute. It's again on the road" he said from behind a connected phone and then turned it off unilaterally.
Salman shifted his mind, he forgot about Safia for a moment and ran a little away from home. He drove his vehicle to the airport, coincidentally Mika his lover just landed in the capital.
Almost three months they did not meet so that the feeling of longing was increasingly raging in Salman's heart. He really could not wait to see his lover and let go of all the restrained despair all this time.
Initially Salman was going to marry the woman in Canada but because he prioritized his revenge, he chose to postpone the marriage and make Safia as a wife he deliberately used to avenge the death of the mother.