Satuku Hand Husband

Shoe Story

Amadea felt her chest tight.

Oh, how rude the words Meirika wrote and sent through her DM.

Before, the crudest words that ever made his heart ache came out of his mother's mouth. But that's not much. Dea considers it her mother's uncontrollable anger alone caused by her own behavior as well.

"Durrect son! The child does not know it is lucky! The child does not know thank you! Your late father also never forbade mother to marry again. You even heard it yourself when he was dying. Mama wants to be happy. Mama and Mama want to marry him!"

That was by far the crudest word he had ever received.

But Meirika's words that she had just read were painful many times compared to her mother's annoyance.

"Basic pel*cur!"

"Little girl!"

"Paid how much are you the same Mandala to replace me as the bride? Huh! Not even getting paid. You are a free woman. Want to live a good life because it's been poor!"

"Who are you, Dea! I've seen you once when I came to the Mandala office and I was immediately concerned about your shoes being full of glue marks and extra soles. So poor are you to use Mandala! Clear your gemb* shoes first!"

"You must have wooed him by taking advantage of his disability! Snake woman! Petty girl! Sly! It's disgusting!"

"You're trash, Dea! A sycophant! Poor fellow who dreams of becoming a Rich Lady!"

"The mandala belongs to me! You are a lowly woman who is not of the same level as him! Know yourself a little! Scream!"

Finally, with trembling hands, Amadea finished reading the message. Oh, the more hurt his heart is...

Is she at least worthy of being Mandala Barata's pretend wife?

"You're beautiful, elegant, clever. I need a proper companion. And you're the most appropriate person I can choose." Didn't Mandala himself say that?

Did he just say nonsense let me want to and agree to marry that contract?

That question of disbelief put Amadea under pressure. He turned off his phone again and dropped his face on the pillow.

"I got married for 250 million. For the nominal according to rich people like Mandala and Meirika only dimeh. But was that just worth it?" Amadea is thickened with eye-seizure.

Oh, if only he could sleep and forget what he just read. If only...

But clearly his head was now full. Unpleasant memories milling again filled his memory.

He remembers seeing Meirika firsthand because Mandala asked him to pick her up in the office lobby.

Amadea unceasingly admired the beauty of the artist she once could only see from the television screen. He was so starstruck that he was so nervous when they were alone in the elevator.

Amadea was too nervous that she did not realize that Meirika was looking at her boots with disdain.

"Woman seen from her shoes.' That was the sound of the words he had heard. What you step on determines your social status!

In his film and soap opera roles he is a good character. In the real world Meirika is an evil figure. For a long time and after knowing himself Dea no longer idolized the artist who had insulted him violently.

***

Amadea forgets how many hours she cried until she realized it was morning and she remembers having an appointment with Mandala this morning.

"I'd like to take you to my parents' grave. And also to my old house. The house where I spent my childhood." That's more or less the words of Mandala last night when meeting Dea in the park.

Dea washed her face and looked at the lavish toilet mirror in this new room while biting her lips.

Yep! Perfect is the result of his crying! His eyes were blackened, curving markedly under his eyes.

Amadea then remembered her new makeup table that did not forget to fill Vina with expensive skincare and other make-up petintilan from famous products worth exorbitant.

Dea does not like make up but she understands how to make up. He immediately went to the dressing table and looked for what product was the most effective to make his eyes at least somewhat disguised.

"Jeez Vina!" Amadea exclaimed furiously as she opened the drawers and saw the myriad of products that even some of her had no idea of their function.

Vina said she would buy the best by putting the best products on her grocery list. Indeed, the boy is not only a personal shopper, but he is also a machine to drain the accounts of his clients.

"Mandala will not go bankrupt or poor just because of the list of groceries I made for you. You'll be his wife soon enough." As Vina said yesterday that ringed in Dea's ears when she applied eye cream in front of the mirror.

"If I sell everything and run away, I don't have to think about money to eat and survive for a year. Vina, after this I will not let you buy this again for the reason asked by Mr. Mandala!" Amadea rambled to herself while looking at the contents of her dressing table.

Inwardly he was implying, "Maybe for Meirika this is common. He artist. Always wear expensive products. But do I deserve to wear all these facilities? Meirika says I'm pel**cur selling myself."

Amadea did not want the harsh words of Meirika to make her sad again. He decided to busy himself choosing the clothes he wanted to wear to the tomb. All sunglasses, bags, and shoes.

Amadea Kasea stared at the row of expensive shoes that Vina bought for her and tried some. Pas all. Vina knew the size of her legs.

All shoes are expensive. But the words of Meirika who insinuated her boots back teased her.

"I'm not that poor. I work part-time and pay for college with my own money. I worked desperately even when my career level almost rose even got a PHK.

I can endure being Mandala Barata's secretary despite eating my heart and crying every day. I have money even though my mother blackmails me. I can buy new shoes, even if they are not expensive.

But those boots were my birthday present last money from my father before he died..."

Amadea then closed the door of her luxury shoe cabinet and switched to open the suitcase she brought from her home.

He took out the boots that Meirika insulted because the sole had been removed and he re-soled it. The glue also looks clear.

Amadea doesn't care. He clutched those shoes full of love.

"I'm going to put these shoes on to the grave of Mas Mandala's parents. I don't care what shoes are so bad and on my knees. It's from dad..."

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