Savings Only

You think of what I feel

"I'm sorry Riane, I really can't control myself. I fucked her because I have to be fair with her too, because she's also my wife An."

Ane wiped away the tears that soaked her cheeks. "So you said no! you lied to Ar!"

Ararka held onto both of Ane's shoulders and looked at her eyes fixedly. "You mean I'm being honest, right! I lied to you for fear of hurting you An!"

"But it hurts more, you lie and then you're honest!"

Ararka grabs Ane's body, but the woman dodges. "Quite Ar, I'm not strong!"

Ararka cradled Ane's body into her arms. "Relax An, I fucked her not with love, I just do my job."

Ane holds Ararka's chest. "Do you promise you won't fall in love with him?"

Ararka nodded. "No dear, I just love you."

Ane wiped her tears, then sat down on the side of the bed and tied up her long hair. "From the beginning I knew the consequences of marrying you, I had to endure it even though it hurt. It hurts a lot but you also have to carry out your duties as a polygamous husband. "

Ararka hugged his wife's body and her hands unbuttoned Ane's shirt, but she held him back. "Someone will come in."

"My room is far from the rest of the room."

"If Lady Veronika comes in?"

"Sttt..." Ararka placed her index finger on Ane's lips. "Don't call her Madam, you a Queen don't deserve to call her that."

After giving an inner living, Ararka immediately buttoned her clothes and opened the door of the room by chance now it was Omah's mealtime. Ane immediately exited the room towards the kitchen, but the action exited the room Ararka was seen by Ghania.

"You? come here first."

Ane approached Ghania, she was very afraid that Ghania knew Ane and Ararka had sex in the room.

"I-yes Madam."

"Why did you enter the master's room? Your job is to grieve Omah."

"Sorry Madam, but Madame Veronika told me to."

Ghania held onto Ane's right shoulder. "You'll be sapped, you don't follow Veronika, you take care of Omah, if Vero tells you again, you can tell me."

"Yes, Madam."

Ane went out from before Ghania.

"Kasian, young, beautiful, must be a housekeeper."

***

Ane walked towards the kitchen she took out the vegetables from inside the refrigerator and started cutting them. Ane glanced at the right side.

"Finally we meet again, girl crying."

"You? Ja-so you?"

"I told you, I'm Ararka's sister."

"Say she already has a husband, but in the data you are not listed anyway" he said.

"I have a husband, but my husband is gone."

Aksara put the vegetable near Ane. "Would you marry again?"

Ane was silent without a twist indeed it was almost similar to the story but still somewhat different.

"I guessed it."

Aksara looked at Ane's face closely. "Seriously, you're 19?"

Ane turned her face away. "Not really."

"Honestly Dek, you're so young that I'm two years different."

Ane took the vegetables to be cut by Aksara. "Sir, this is my duty, mending Mister wait at the dinner table if you want to eat."

Aksara took back the carrot in Ane's hand. "I like to help you cook aunty, now you cook, so I help you."

"No, sir!" Ane slightly snapped, Aksara pouted and then pouted her lips.

"Don't call me sir, call me Brother."

Ane clicked looking at Aksara who washes carrots in the sink. "Can't, sir, I can be scolded."

"All my orders, no one will be upset."

Tired of talking to Aksara, because the babbling continues, Ane's finger scratched slightly by the knife until it bleeds, Aksara immediately holds Ane namum's hand immediately Ane keep it away.

"I'm medicine!"

"Not us-"

Aksara took out a cotton swab and liquid medicine, she treated Ane's hand which was scratched by a knife.

"Ekhm," the deheman made Ane and Aksara see the arrival of a man.

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