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Arriving at the mansion, Sara found someone sitting on her back to the door. From behind it looked like Deborah, and it gave Sara goosebumps.

Slowly, he walked there. "Mommy?"

The middle-aged woman looked over. He seems unfriendly. He looked at Sara sharply.

"Where have you been?"

Sara grinned, she scratched her non-itchy head.

"Java!"

"Sorry, Mommy."

That was the only answer that could come out of his mouth looking at Deborah's face which was extremely ferocious compared to his usual day.

"I don't want to hear that word," hardened Deborah loudly.

"I'm coming home" Sara's great-grandson. He linked his fingers tightly and looked down in fear, afraid that Deborah might slap him.

Waiting for Deborah to come and slap him, Sara closed her eyes. He would accept if the woman did. But nothing happened after all this time he waited.

Only a sigh could be heard from Deborah's mouth. "Why didn't you tell everyone? I'm afraid you've been kidnapped by criminals, Sara."

"Well?!" Sara's shocked. What was Deborah thinking, her chest had been rumbling since earlier out of fear.

"Don't repeat it again. If you want to get out, take Lewis with you."

Sara breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the in-laws did not scold him. "I promise, Mommy."

"Good, Max would've killed me if that happened. You don't know how scared I am, maybe you're missing or stranded somewhere. Also, don't go home too late!"

"I get it, Mommy."

Max's? He must have known I was gone, but why didn't he scold me on the phone?

The woman got up, she dragged Sara to the dining table. "Have you eaten?"

"Eh?" Sara gnawed.

He saw a lot of food on the table, neatly arranged with appetizing menus.

"I'm waiting for you from the morning, cooking all this food is exhausting. Eat it, you like it."

When Deborah turned around, Sara caught her wrist. He was not used to eating alone. "Mommy doesn't eat?"

"I am full of fear."

Sara felt guilty, even though Deborah looked very fierce, it turned out that there was also a soft side of her feminine.

"Come, Mom. I'll help you massage your body."

Oh, my God, I think I made the wrong offer.

The grin on Deborah's lips made Sara shudder and gulp a rough saliva. "You promise?"

"Yes, let's go and eat."

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As per the promise that made Deborah accompany her to eat, Sara massaged Deborah's body.

Not a few minutes he had done that, both of his palms felt stiff and numb. It's nothing, but Deborah's body is as hard as a rock. Even once in a while Sara uses elbows.

Sara thought it was possible that everyone in the family had hard muscles. He remembered Max's muscles were very hard. He thought that it happened because of sports, and now he speculates that it is derivative.

"Mommy?"

"Hm?"

Sara who was eager to stop was undoing her intentions. He gave up in a few minutes.

"Did you like me?" ask Sara. Because you once said you didn't approve of us, he continued inwardly.

"Stupid question. You're so stupid that even questions are easy things."

"I'm serious, Mommy."

"Yes, I'm serious too. You can't be smart anymore, and with your stupid brain it can't hurt anyone else."

"What does that mean, Mommy?"

"Ck, just look, really stupid," Deborah murmured. "It's better you keep being stupid than turning into a cunning, poisonous viper."

Sara chuckles. "Who do you mean, Mom? There's no way a human can turn into a snake, right?"

Not wanting to name the man, Deborah diverted. "Just continue your work so I can like you better. Iglesias doesn't last a minute massaging my body."

"Mommy can go to the massage place" Sara suggested.

"My money will be drained, Sara," said Deborah.

Huft, basic calculation. Every month get free rations, still stingy.

"But, I can come here at any time to hold my money from not coming out."

Sara slips. What's?! Want to kill me with this stone body of yours? God, I could die on the spot if he came every day for it.

Sara's head felt empty. Imagine every day Deborah came and told her to massage, massage, and massage. Ah, my dear hands can break and numb, the ringing is poignant in heart.

"Sara, you're silent omen 'Yes' ok?"

Once again the soul is out of the body. That's the word he's so scared of. Deborah acted as she pleased. Sara could not speak.

Because given his status as a son-in-law and wanting to have a good predicate in front of the in-laws, inevitably Sara nodded. Other business let him think about it later.

"Alright, Mommy. You can come whenever you want."

"Yes, I like you more and more!"

The sound of Deborah's laughter sounded horror in Sara's ears. Trudgingly, he continued massaging the body of the middle-aged woman who was his father-in-law.

Oh my God, is this karma for running away this morning?

"Sara, from tomorrow you have cooking lessons. It's Max's orders that you don't run away from home."

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Meanwhile, in a place far from the city of Madrid precisely in Valencia. A man was busy squeezing the flat screen in his hand. Occasionally swearing at that thing.

"Alex, why is my wife's number so busy? Are you doing something with the network here?"

"I didn't do anything, Senor."

"Why haven't I been able to reach Sara since? Shit, I shouldn't have come here. Must have been having fun with the other guy there."

Max continued to murmur, occasionally swearing and throwing his cell phone in bed. In her mind, Sara is currently laughing with other men and dating like a romantic couple.

"Damn it, my brain is too smart" he said. "Alex, do something. Otherwise, I'll throw you into the Sahara desert and raise camels there."

The man who was the target of the anger just shrugged his shoulders indifferently. I don't know what happened, since it was noon when Max got word that Sara was sneaking out, the cell phone network didn't exist.

Though the villa was not in the interior that difficult signal. And Max was crunching like a hot worm in his place.

"We go home, Senor. Isn't that better than being tormented without a signal here?"

"Bad!" Max throws Alex with the pillow over there. "He's important but here's more important."

"But it's better than stress without getting word, right?" Alex kept his advice.

"Damn it, you're right" he said. "Tomorrow we go home," Max breaks up later. "I don't want to wait any longer."

Alex smiled faintly. "Then, that map, Senor?"

"Fuck you, Alex! Stop poisoning my brain!"

Because it turns out, Max's mind is better when he is stressed thinking about his wife.

"You chose him, Senor."

As he was about to throw Alex with his cell phone, the sound of incoming messages stopped.

"Oh, there's a signal, Alex!" his yell.

A new message from the spy she assigned to spy on Sara. His lips smiled occasionally, but momentarily turned tense.

"Home?" mumbling Max. "What's he doing there? Humiliating yourself?"

"Alex!"

"Who, Senor?"

"Do something to my father-in-law!"

"Good."

Successive incoming messages, from Deborah as well as from the office secretary, about work. But, the message from the person who awaited did not exist.

"What did he do to forget me?"

Impatiently wanting to hear his wife's voice, Max tried calling. And unfortunately, he got a voicemail from the operator that read, "The number you're going to is busy!"

"Wtf, motherfucker! Is he talking to his mistress?"

While far away, Sara was also on the phone. And their love stalled in the reverse stream because of the cell phone signal.

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