That Beautiful Prisoner is my wife

Regretful trace

"Madam, so actually Madam can't drive?" the young bodyguard put up a serious mimic when asking. And without realizing it, Mayang was even more happy to tease him.

"It could be, but it was a few years ago before I forgot how to." Mayang chuckled lightly as he spoke and looked at his bodyguard. Brian's wife then again held the car contact to start the engine, but the bodyguard who had panicked was trying to thwart.

"Mrs, Madam. Let me deliver you. Wherever I'm willing to drive."

"Ah, no. Believe me I can. The gas pedal and the brake pedal are fixed to the foot, right??" Mayang shifted his gaze from his feet to the face of his bodyguard.

"Still, Madam." the bodyguard nodded his head.

"Good," Mayang nodded steadily. "As long as it hasn't been moved, I make sure I can." Be sure, Mayang actually started the car. The sounding car engine made him laugh, making the bodyguard who was originally holding the car door seem to pull away from there.

But who would have thought, the car that was supposed to walk forward actually retreated backwards, making the bodyguard become panicked instead of clogged.

The man who rounded his eyeballs suddenly ran holding Mayang's car which walked back and forth in a joint style before finally stopping.

Banging on the tightly closed glass, the bodyguard shouted to his mistress with a face full of anxiety. "Madam, stop, don't hurt yourself if you don't want us to die together" he said in a frightened tone.

Instead of the door being opened, Mayang's hand was seen hitting the door from the inside as if he was hinting if the door could not be opened. Of course, that made the bodyguards even more confused.

The young man in white called his friends for help, but when all of them came in droves, Mayang's car sped away leaving panic.

The sturdy bodyguards ran following. But the glass in the steering wheel door seemed to go down in the aftershocks with Mayang's head poking. "You got prank! Wekk ...!" Mayang laughed as he stuck out his tongue.

Suddenly everyone stopped their running. "So the madam is pranking us?" asked the guard in a bent position with his hands holding his knees. "Ah, really yes." everyone stared at the back of the car as they shook their heads. While their lips laughed in response to the silliness of their young mistress.

"OKAY. Now we begin to prepare and set the position." said one of the bodyguards who seemed to be leading them.

***

Parking his car well in the park parking area, Mayang then went out of there and stepped into the park area with a smile of cheer.

The pregnant woman looked so carefree smelling the scent of various flowers. Moving from one place to another. His smile spread wide indicating that he was really happy.

This morning the usually crowded park looks quiet. It does not seem like many visitors like the usual days. But the long-spirited woman seemed to ignore and did not bother because of it. He wants to enjoy being happy because he has his freedom.

When the woman was busy chatting with flowers, without realizing it a pair of sturdy hands managed to ambush her from behind and smother her mouth until a while, until the beautiful woman was limp, so that she was weak, before it was shut down helplessly.

***

Entering his bedroom for the first time after a long time, Milly found the state of his room was still the same as before. The location of the goods and the order is still the same as a few months ago before he left.

Groping one by one his belongings, there was a deep longing in his marble face. His smile expanded as he reverted back to his former self. At least he felt happy even though things were different.

"At least being here I feel appreciated other than needed. My parents would definitely feel a sense of loss if I left. But not with him. He even thinks of me as a bitch. Being present to ruin, it must be promptly disposed of before it wreaks much havoc." Milly muttered softly while immersing herself in her bed.

***

Milly who came out of the room in a neat state seemed to step towards the kitchen with a relaxed step.

"Good morning, Bi," said Milly to a middle-aged woman with a blue aprons with flowers on her body.

"Good morning, too, Miss Milly." replied the woman with the original dyed hair while widening her smile. "Mister Milly is hungry? How early in the morning have been to the kitchen" he said with a face of astonishment.

"You help Auntie cook, dong ..." Milly answered confidently as she grabbed a knife and took a red onion for her to peel.

"Ah, no need Ma'am, Bibi can be alone, really. Milly's mother was still tired, mengingan rest first." with an unpleasant face, Bi Odah rejected it with a smooth tone.

"No, I'm not tired." Without caring about Odah's rejection, Milly looked indifferent while still peeling the onion in front of him. Smiling happily, in the end Odah could no longer forbid.

"Bi," called Milly without looking in the direction she called.

"Yes, Ma'am, what can Aunt do for you?" so enthusiastic, Odah immediately stepped closer to the girl he had been caring for since childhood with great enthusiasm.

"Bi, can you tell me what's going on while I'm not around?" glancing at Odah, the girl wearing jeans combined a white T-shirt then took the garlic to peel as well.

"There's a lot going on, ma'am. Starting from the fierce quarrel between the Father and the person who lent him capital, until the takeover of the factory owned by the only Father."

Milly's expression seems ordinary to hear the story of Odah, because he had heard it directly from his father's confession. And this time Milly was just trying to match it, just researching so that there were no more lies hidden by her parents.

"And the last one"

Milly furrowed her brows while stopping the movement of her hand. Instantly he threw a glance at Odah who was looking down with a timid face. His hand even squeezed the negligent cloth he was wearing. Putting the knife and onion together on the table, Milly held Odah's arm with a curious look. "What's last, Auntie. Do not like hanging if you love information." he urged as he shook the old body with a face so anxious.

Because Milly kept pressing, Odah finally had no power to hide it. The middle-aged woman slowly looked up, and returned Milly's gaze with resignation.

"The mere recovery of the factory is still not enough to pay the debts of Mr. Ma'am. They claim the value of the factory is only eighty percent, until they demand this house to fulfill. Now you're trying desperately to find funds to keep this house from being confiscated." Odah ends his story.

While the beautiful girl in front of him suddenly staggered backwards while feeling weak all over. Milly sat on the dining chair in the back, with teary eyes.

With her elbows resting on the table, the little girl's hands squeezed her own head violently followed by a groan of regret between her cries.

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