Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Chapter 158: MAURA'S DEPARTURE

"Relaxed. Maura is not a weak woman. Breathe in, then breathe out slowly. I'm not in a hurry to squeeze your emotions."

Maura's approval ended a phase of Zack's work. The man immediately sent a message to the Boss to get further orders. Because, everything must happen according to the plan and wishes of Boss Altra. If not, it could be that what is the goal turns into a new catastrophe.

Zack leaves the brothel with a valid letter of agreement, while Maura orders the K duo to close the nightlife for some time. Without thinking long, the woman packed some clothes neatly stored in one part of the closet.

A suitcase is becoming a port of cloth that will now accompany his day. Maura also prepares cash as well as some jewelry and ATM cards. After making sure everything is complete. Just get ready to leave the brothel.

Thirty minutes later. All the men and the comfort women gathered in the hall. The aroma of wine is piercing, still a floor decorator. There were whispers of all the occupants, but none of them could scream at will. When the sound of footsteps rang down the stairs, all eyes gasped.

A woman with a pretty face has shiny black eyes with rose petals, plump eyelashes. Her hair was unraveled with a thin bando flower decoration. The sound of a black bracelet on the left hand with a watch on the right hand. Dress along the knee, while the top is low cleavage. Plus sneakers shoes like children today.

Who would have thought? If MamCa turned into a young woman, even all her men were far less beautiful. Where is that beauty hiding? Is this a secret? All questions, will not be asked because of that beautiful face. Not smiling.

The suitcase is placed, then Maura sits on the chair that the duo K has provided. The look in his eyes traced the entire face that had been working on him all along. Although, he was cruel. Not that it will force the men to serve the man at will. As a muc!curry, he knows how to appreciate the whole work in that house.

"This house, it's not just a house. I built it with my hard-earned work as a club steward for three years. All this time, I've been trying to be fair with all of you. You must be wondering, who am I? Why does this face always hide behind make up?"

Maura lowered her gaze, both hands interlocked. The sound of lashing sounded so loud echoing in his eardrums. More and more often, until both hands clenched together. The woman tried to hold back all the dreams that perched in the real world.

"Mam, are you okay?" duo K asked in unison, even though both of them were ruthless thugs. Still, Maura was their lifesaver.

Maura nodded, "When life gives way thorny. I'm trying to hold on. You become the lustful ass of a striped man, but you never feel like a child of animal gratification."

Everyone who heard that, immediately looking at each other, made Maura breathe as much air as possible. Her story will always be full of humiliation wounds with the tears of a young girl's pain. It is very interesting to tell stories so that no other Maura becomes a family victim in the name of revenge.

"Duo K, you will remain guardians and always protect this house child. One more thing, though you must serve the guests. Make sure, only customers who have been here often. Don't allow new customers to enter the room, as long as I'm not here."

Maura moved out of her seat, then pulled the suitcase ready to be her companion, "Take care of yourself."

Finally, the woman had to say goodbye to the place where she had been for the past five years sheltering from the heat and rain. The struggle of the past, like history that cannot be changed again. All that remains is a little hope.

"MamCa, stay home. We beg you, "persuade everyone, but only a glimpse of the smile they get.

No matter how hard. Everyone can't stop their steps to start something new.

His footsteps slowly moved away from the crowd of his men. He knows, this is best for everyone. Whatever's gonna happen. It must be his life line. Although for the future. She had to be a waitress, again.

The departure of Maura, it was awaited by a black sedan car in front of the brothel. The woman quickly stuffed the suitcase, then entered the back seat. "Road, Sir!"

The sedan car drove back to leave the house that always gave the coffers money by selling themselves. Everyone must be thinking. MamCa women have no heart. It's true, but do you know. If a woman can be bad, what kind of life have they been through? No. gabe.

Rationally. Everyone will condemn. If the work of the women of the night is the worst work. Try to look at it from another point of view. Look, this world is not as simple as a flower bud blooming. The more inner torment felt. Then the more the wound gave an invaluable lesson.

For the past few hours. Notification letters will complain and requests for compensation continue to arrive, to accumulate on the glass table. However, none of the letters were ogled by the owner of the contract. That woman is Hazel.

"Zel, are you still conscious?" ask a man with a womanly appearance, he is the makeup artist who became MUA throughout Hazel's career.

Hazel refused to answer, but had listened enough to the MUA's utterance, "Can diem, can't she? I don't care about any of this."

The woman, throwing all the piles of paper in her eyes were just trash, scattered throughout the room. Reaching out, the MUA stroked his chest in surprise. "Zel, Loe this is said to be difficult. Whatever, go to jail or get paid. I'm mending pull it out."

The MUA is saturated with the attitude of the increasingly arrogant model. It is becoming more and more over. This time, the problem was very serious. Still, the woman did not want to listen to his advice or advice. So, it is better to leave the room that is getting heated.

The MUA shut the door of Hazel's room without feeling. The sound of buzzing made everyone who was outside the room shocked. The gurgling face turned furious and annoyed. No one dared to ask because it was no longer an open secret. If that one model slowly begins to fall in popularity.

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*Every path of life is a choice.

Sometimes, we forget.

If life is too short.

Sometimes, ambition changes direction.

Let alone time, fate was able to escape in the blink of an eye.

Like a night without the moon and stars.

Like rain without rainbows.

Could prayer be the end of everything?

Let it flow to false hope.

Let's tap on the remaining Asa*.