Rosie Sanders!

The True Angel of Death

"I feel sorry for you brother, you were born from a ja*l*ang and end up being a cheap woman. You're the seed of the Sanders clan that's badly damaged. Look who's the saddest. I'm the one you made a widow without having time to reap the sweetness of being a wife? Or is it you who do low things for the sake of ambition without caring about self-esteem?"

Mishy is calm, totally unpredictable. A rash solution is always easy to understand every move. Resy ran towards Mishy with the knife she held in her right hand.

Too bad, Resy forgot who she was dealing with. Misy smiled faintly at how Resy attacked her.

The pregnant woman fell down, holding the weight of the stomach that is not light as well as the pain that began to spread in her body.

"I've given you a chance to get out of here, brother, you should have realized one thing. I'm the woman you destroyed everything. You should have thought carefully before coming here to surrender yourself to the wolf cage. Too bad, your mediocre brain didn't pick up on my mysterious signal." Misy chuckled slightly, then walked slowly towards Resy who was still trying to get up.

The woman stepped on the back of Resy's hand and pulled the pregnant woman's hair without compassion. To make Resy grimace withstanding very very severe pain.

"Have you ever heard that people who keep their wounds in silence are much sicker than those who say they are severely injured even if they have only a knife? I was one of the people I meant. A calm woman like me can be death, to anyone who dares to touch my life too deeply. And you'll know who I am, brother, the brother you always thought was stupid for being your shield since childhood. I'm not that stupid, my dear brother." Kekeh Mishy stared at the face holding the ringisan in front of her.

"Look, you've come into my life too far, to the point that I'd love to skin you alive so angry." Resy shuddered the country, Mishy like not the Mishy he knew all along.

"Let go of me ja*la*ng!" Shouted Resy in the rest of her courage.

"I? *l*ang? What do you call yourself that opens your legs to just about any man out there? Is that just the definition of a lonely woman who needs a caress? You're so funny, I want to laugh so hard." Misy laughed in a horrible grin. Resy gulped his coarse saliva many times.

Somehow he felt his fate would not end well in Mishy's hands this time.

"Take me off, have mercy on my son if you don't care about me. You're the generous woman I once knew, this time giving your generosity once again. For my son's sake, please." Lirih Resy sobbed in fear that began to eat away at her soul. He doesn't want to die silly at the hands of his cousin who looks like a psychopath.

Mishy again laughed discordantly, laughter filled with irony that was more domineering. It was clear that the woman was holding a small wound. But not knowing where to share his sad story, do not know who he asked for help to heal his wounds. She feels alone in the midst of so much attention and love from her true family, she needs the warm support and caress of a husband beside her. But all is no longer possible, she is really a poor woman who is always lonely when the night picks up her bright day.

"You really made a very moving auction. Too bad, the Mishy you know, is long dead. Died with the departure of her husband whom you sent to the afterlife with heartless." Misy stared at the bead full of fear before her with an illegible look.

Clamps

A man and two women entered Mishy's room in green medical clothes. Resy bought when she saw who was standing with a mocking look at her. At least that's what he saw, although both of them looked at him with ordinary gazes.

"Mila's? The goddess? You betrayed me!" Felt Resy with hurt feelings. The woman began to rebel wanting to make calculations on the two people who used to work for her.

"Are you not wrong? We just work on who we're paid more. And we never really worked for you. We work for the dedication of the hospital where we serve, not you." Mila said with courage.

Resy shook her head in disbelief, how could Mila who was obedient to her and the goddess that she could always control. Now the two of them defected blatantly.

"Do the part you're supposed to, I don't want to see compassion on your face. It's an order, do it clean." Resy thrashed when a man began to hold his body, and Dewi played a role in giving a kind of injection on Resy's arm. Mila, the woman is getting ready with an anesthetic mask on her hand. Everyone has their own role.

Really no one thought, a woman as good as Mishy could do such a cruel thing because her heart was too deeply hurt. By the person he had loved so much since childhood.

Mishy came out of his room as if nothing had happened. Leaving Resy who was brought to a room that he deliberately designed for two months.

"Mishy? I thought you were in the room, I was just about to see you. Mama's taking us to lunch together, the old lady's been a real bitch lately." Andin complained.

Misy chuckled, Rasty has been terrorizing her every day since she chose to stay in the apartment right in front of the hospital. To get closer to where he works.

"Mama must miss her future grandchild, I'll come along. Come on, I want to have lunch at RoseLove's restaurant. I want to eat a steak of meat with rice, and mango juice. It must be delicious..." Without notice Misy's saliva dripped a little through the corners of her lips.

Andin chuckled amusedly, then reached into the tissue from his bag. Misy gasped as she felt a gentle swab on her lips, apparently Andin was rubbing her saliva. Mishy's round cheeks flushed in shame.

"Hey! Look at the cheeks of this bakpao, the more it blushes like a tomato." Tempta Andin made Misy advance the lips up to a dozen meters.