Revenge Blanketed Passion

CHAPTER 61. CALL ME MOTHER

Isn't this all unfair? It felt like she was almost crazy for all the things that happened that she was forced to accept and experience because she was mistaken for Eleanor. She was kidnapped shortly after she arrived in Indonesia, nearly raped several times, subjected to physical violence and even forced to accept marriage as a guarantee for her father's freedom.

 

Emily lowered her grim-looking face. But the next minute he took a deep breath of recoil and tried to force his calm attitude. “Then I have to call what?” ask Emily, torn between nervousness and worry. While Deanna who was asked such a question by Emily, did not immediately respond.

 

He stared in astonishment at the gray-faced girl. In the past he accidentally met with Eleanor and the girl straightforwardly called Deanna by her name without frills ‘Ibu’ or ‘Nyonya’ or whatever. Deanna still remembered that she was a little offended by Eleanor's disrespect for her as an older person.

 

Even then Deanna began to feel dislike for Eleanor Milena began to grow. But now, why was the girl acting as if she was disinclined by him?

“Usually you directly call my name right?” deanna asked bluntly, she could see the shocked expression of the honey-brown girl when she heard it.

 

“Eh? Sa----i?” emily's forehead was furrowed, trying to stir up memories of when she had behaved so impolitely. But the girl then realized that what Deanna meant must be Eleanor, not her. Emily sighed looking at Deanna with a sorry look. “Sorry.” said.

“I sincerely ask maaf, Madam. Madam must have felt very offended that time but the one who called Madam like that was El--”

 

“OK! Thats enough. Stop.” cut Deanna flick her hand side while holding amused. The face of the girl who was apologizing to him looked red as if she was holding back tears.

“I'm not scolding you, so don't put on a face like that.”

“Eh? Yes?” Emily blinked her eyes not understanding Deanna who was now laughing while looking at her.

“Oh Lord. Do you know how your facial expression was just now?” he patted Emily's arm. “I so remember the expression of Jaysen's face as a child first if someone snatch ice cream or candy.”

Emily was silent trying to digest Deanna's words. Jaysen is a coercive, often indecisive and often creepy-looking Emily…..That Jaysen ever had a funny look?

 

Emily shook her head trying to clear her mind even just imagining it already felt so uninspired for the girl. Surely when Jaysen was a kid it must have been a bitch, he thought.

“Yes yes I know. That sounds pretty absurd, right? Jaysen is now yes. Even the stone is still less hard when compared to him. But believe me first she was also once cute, funny and adorable.”

 

Emily felt increasingly confused about what to comment. Along the way they were silent in an awkward atmosphere, but now Deanna was even engrossed in telling me about Jaysen's childhood.

It was clear that the woman loved her son very much. Without realizing it, the pair of ash eyes were suddenly gloomy.

 

You're just Emily can also feel the affection of the spread from both parents but in fact it's not. Since long ago the most noticed and loved by both parents is Eleanor. Although they returned though, but Emily always felt her presence as if invisible.

“If you saw how Jaysen's face was then, surely you would also agree with me and consider it very luc-”

 

Deanna stopped talking, her cheerful face was immediately startled. “Nak?” call him in a confused tone. “Why are you crying? Are my words wrong?”

“Hah?” Emily stammered hearing it. Crying out? Is she crying?

“Sorry.” he said hurriedly siphoning off his tears which somehow came out. “Sa---I didn't mean…..N-no need to bother. Thank ye. Forgive me.”

 

Deanna was fixated, one hand was silent on the lap holding a handkerchief that had been rejected by Emily. In his heart wondered but somehow he knew that this was not the right time.

In her heart Deanna appeared a concussion that she did not understand, she glanced at the girl repeatedly. Several times he opened his mouth and closed it again as if he had trouble finding words.

Once again the awkward silence came back. They kept quiet until then the mercedes benz-colored car entered a shopping center. “We have arrived madam.” said the driver opened the door for Deanna.

“Come we enter.” Deanna was already two steps ahead of Emily while the girl was still standing quietly observing the surroundings.

 

“Come!” taking Deanna again while dancing Emily's hand and holding her makes the girl a little awkward. “Quick the way.”

 

“Sorry.” replied Emily briefly.

“Can't you say anything other than sorry?”

“Iya, good mistress.”

Deanna sighed and stopped her steps. “Mother.”

 

“Hah what?”

“Call me mom! Don't call me madam again. Understand?”

Deanna blinked her eyes, she could see how the pair of ash-coloured eyes looked at her confusedly. “Already, don't think too much. Let's go shopping.” sigh that woman because Emily is still silent.

 

“This day we will shop, eat good food and do maintenance in the salon. Okay?”

Emily smiled and nodded. There was a warm feeling that he now felt in his heart making his smile even more fluffy. He looked at Deanna in a soft voice and replied. “Iya, mother.”

 

There was a smile that Emily kept on talking about. The beautiful ash-eyed girl for the first time after so long, was finally now able to smile and look very happy.

“How about this one? According to the mother the color is very suitable if you use.” Deanna handed Emily a mint empire line dress. Although in the girl's hand there was a pile of clothes that Deanna had chosen and asked Emily to try one by one.

“Ah, don't forget this one too.” added Deanna.

 

This time he presented a peach-colored ruffled top-style top. “Oh this blouse is also very beautiful. Don't forget to try it too yes.”

Because he began to feel overwhelmed by the number of clothes offered Deanna.

Emily finally made a sound. “It seems like this has been too much Nyo--” her speech was interrupted when Emily saw Deanna giving her a warning look.

 

“Ehm...mean---I mean, bu.”.

“Darling, what should you call me?” Deanna crossed her arms while asking in a demanding tone. “Call me what, baby?”

“Ehh? Um....ibu.” Emily swallows her saliva still feeling confused and awkward, not used to Deanna's change in attitude towards her.

 

“Again...try pengpillagi.” pinta Deanna who looks happy.

“Mother..”

Deanna smiled, clearly seeing that she liked how Emily called her now.

“Do not think too much about unnecessary things.” said Deanna waved her hand calling some boutique staff who immediately approached.

 

“Help bring clothes that will eh---prospective son-in-law try.” said Deanna cleared her throat several times because she realized that she was still awkward to call the girl she thought Eleanor with a call ‘pal son-in-law’.

However, the figure of Eleanor has been attached to the mind of women is difficult to forget completely.