Revenge My Stepbrother

Like prisoners.

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"Sorry, young lady. We've been waiting for your break. We only delivered breakfast for Miss and little Young Master. This is from young Master Devan." replied the bodyguard while handing over three paperbags. I don't know what's in it because the guards just run errands.

"What, breakfast?" reiterate Zivanna did not expect if Devan did that.

"That's right, Miss. The young master knew if last night you couldn't sleep. So surely by now you have not made breakfast." the bodyguard replied according to the boss' instructions.

Obviously Devan could guess like that, because he himself experienced it. I slept for half an hour and woke up again. As a result, almost all night Devan also can not sleep.

"Huh! All righty! Thank you!" Zivanna was unwilling to argue with the bodyguards who were just running errands. Finally received the offer.

"No need to bother Miss. This has become our job. Please come back and enjoy your breakfast. We'll stay here."

Zivanna did not reply, but she just nodded her head and closed the door of her already prisoner-like home. In his heart he wanted to curse Devan. How could his house be kept as it is today. Fortunately, Zizi was lazy to open his cake shop.

"Mother, what's yama?" reyvano asked as her mother walked out of the room.

"There's nothing. I was talking to the man in front of me." replied Zivanna immediately walking towards the kitchen to prepare the food sent to the two of them. Once opened Zizi was confused because almost all of these foods are his favorite.

"Mom, nini nuna?"

"Our own. Let's have breakfast, let's feed the mother." said Zizi filling the plate to feed his son first. After the child is full, he fills his own stomach. Rey who has been taught to eat breakfast although a little just according to it.

"Nenak, Ley tuka nini" said Rey liked the food sent by her father. How not delicious, the food comes from a fancy restaurant in the city of F.

Zivanna just smiled. In his heart there is guilt for not being able to make his child happy even if it is just food.

"Nda au dadi, dah tenyang." when Reyvano's last mouth shook his head while covering his mouth.

"Well, if we are full we wash our hands with our mouths first, yes. After that I can play." Zizi led her son's hand to the sink where the dishes were washed.

"Dad, Nana?" Reyvano again asked because it was almost half nine hours he had not seen the figure of Devan who last night claimed to be his father.

"Dad is at work." replied Zizi sighing heavily. He's trying not to bully Devan. Even his son kept asking.

"Tali uan dadi?"

"Yes, looking for more money. Uh for a second." exclaimed Zizi just remembered the two paperbags that he had not seen the contents. Once he opened it, it turned out that there were some toy-car games that his son had never owned.

"Mom, nini obin-obinan why? Boeh Ijam Tan?"

"Of course I can. This is yours." smilingly stroking his son's head. Although Zizi actually wants to throw away the game sent by Devan. Whatever he does is free. They can't leave that house. The only way Zivanna has to brave Devan, the most important thing now is that the man doesn't hurt his son. That's what Zizi thinks.

"Holes ... Ley nuna ainan balu." The little boy cheered with joy because he had a new game that looked better between the games.

"Mom, Ley ain in tamal, huh? Dadis tan tidal dilian's mother?" looking at her silent mother Reyvano asked first. She thought her mother was silent because she wasn't bought the game either.

"Go, watch out don't run. I don't cry being left alone." Make fun of his son Zizi keep smiling.

Gts ...

Gts ....

Just now Zivanna wanted to get a plate for a meal. The door is back on tap for the second time.

"Agh, what else did he send?" zivanna lazily came back to the front to open the door. The woman thought that Devan must have sent something back. But the assumption was wrong, because what came was Aunt Emi and Aunt Husna. The two middle-aged women insisted on being given permission to meet Zizi.

"Aunt Emi, Aunt Husna" said Zivanna immediately hugged the two women who had helped her a lot during this time.

"Tell me what happened? Why are they treating you like a prisoner?" although Secretary Jimi has said that Zivanna is the wife of his young master. Still, they do not believe fully before asking the person directly.

"Huh! Long story Aunt. I'll tell you later, it's better for Aunt to come in first." Zizi immediately opened the door wide so that both neighbors could enter.

"But young lady, anyone is in-and-"

"Don't worry, I'll take responsibility if he's angry" said Zivanna, not listening to the bodyguard.

"Zivanna, Son. Are you really the wife of that famous businessman?" Husna's aunt looked at Zizi's hands with cold sweaty hands.

"Auntie, you two don't be like this. Even though I'm his wife. Still I'm just your Zivanna." exclaimed Zizi uncomfortably.

"So it's true you're his wife? If you're Mr. Devan's wife, then Reyvano is his son." Aunt Emi rubbed her face rough. The two women still could not believe that the young mother who made cakes every day with them was the wife of a famous businessman.

"Why do you even want to live hard like this, son? You already have everything. Every problem must have a way out." added aunt Husna advised because they do not know what has happened. Why and why Zizi left.

"Auntie, what a beautiful look. Not necessarily good, is it? I have a reason why I chose to leave. But what's the cause, I can't tell you both, because it's a disgrace to my family. But like whatever the past. Stay in the past, I just want to be the Zizi who is like now, who will wake up every day to make cakes to sell as usual." Zivanna took back the hand of Aunt Emi and Aunt Husna.

"But your husband's secretary said last night. They'll never leave this place, if you don't come with them." last night there were security officers and residents around who told the Antamaja group guards to leave there because they had disturbed the comfort of the surrounding residents. Their cars were lined up along the road.

But it was only for a moment. After talking with Secretary Jimi and knowing that the one who made the noise was Devan Atmaja. Everything was silent as if nothing had happened.

"Although I should go with them, it won't be long either, because I just want to get things done and meet my mother. Once everything is done, I'll come back here again. So when I come with them later. Please Aunty both take care of our Royal Bakery shop" Zizi said with a small smile.

Then to dispel the curiosity of Aunt Husna and Emi Zivanna also tell some of the story of her past.

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Meanwhile, it was in a luxurious restaurant, precisely a VIP room. Devan had just finished a meeting with Mr. Fincen. Early in the morning they had visited the company owned by his coworkers. Because Secretary Jimi threatened if the eighth and a half hours did not come their cooperation was canceled.

As a result, because they really want to be able to work with Atmaja company. Meets the requirements said by Devan's confidant.so at ten in the morning, the meeting was settled.

"Jimi, what did you want to say?" devan asked after Mr. Fincen left.

"the report I said last night Young master" replied Jimi who had received the report from their confidant.

"Then what was the result? Who brought my wife here?",

"The result they got was, the first time Miss was here not with Mr. Kevin. But with women who are now dead" said Secretary Jimi what reports from their people.