That Beautiful Prisoner is my wife

Give oneself

The atmosphere of a medium-sized room shows a girl sitting pensively at the dresser. Her gaze was blank, and her beautiful face looked grimly missing the series.

Milly's done putting herself in makeup. He looks perfect tonight. But a red hunk that hung on the chest is not as perfect as it looks. There is only emptiness because of the despaired despair.

He smiled bitterly looking at himself through the reflection of the mirror. I don't know for whom he will give this beautiful appearance. The husband no longer has news. Now he has no love. He chose to sacrifice for the happiness of his parents.

Milly sighed deeply before getting up from her seat. He steadied his steps, exiting the room to begin entering a new world. Although not a desire, but this is his choice. A choice he really hated all this time.

Milly stopped her steps that had already reached the doorstep. For a moment he stood there, staring sadly at his father and mother who were packing things into a large cardboard box.

Yeah, in two days they have to get out of this house. Of course they have to pack anything that can still be carried.

Sighing in a choked breath, Milly wiped away a speck of clear grain that suddenly slid freely without her asking. There was something invisible like squeezing his lungs in there. It feels so crowded. It felt like it was hampering his breathing.

It's hard to go and let go of this house. Sad, certainly very sad. Not because you have to move to occupy a small contract and make a living. He has suffered even more than that. But seeing his parents have to live a difficult life in an aging age is really a very painful torture for him.

He was really not willing to let the efforts of the father who had pioneered from zero must be taken by others by force. So he was determined to take it back somehow. Although he had to give up to be married by people he did not love.

Milly took a deep breath and slowly swallowed it to neutralize the feeling. He put on a smile so that the wound in the heart could not be seen on his face. Steadying, the girl stepped closer to her parents who were in the middle room.

"Mom" Milly called, inviting the middle-aged pair to turn their heads.

Stopping her activities, the loving shade face smiled in awe to find her daughter so beautiful and graceful.

"You're so pretty, son. Are you going out, tonight?" asked Laksmi who was originally squatting while standing up. They looked at each other until they were just a little distance away.

"Mom, Dad, I have an important meeting tonight. It's okay, if I go out for a minute tonight?" milly asked with a hopeful face. While both of his hands squeezed the handle of the handbag he held in front.

Laksmi smiled as she stroked her daughter's beautiful unraveling hair. "It's okay, honey. The origin of the return should not be too late, yes," orders later.

Milly nodded obediently. "Sure, Mom." He then turned to his father for a farewell. "Dad, I'm leaving, yeah."

"Let me drive you, son."

Milly sontak. He was suddenly nervous. "No need, Dad. Milly can do it alone. Sessa will be with me later."

"You sure?"

"Hu'um," Milly replied as she nodded steadily.

Milly finally got out of the house by driving her favorite car. The bright red car drove at a moderate speed, splitting the street crowds on the outskirts of the city.

About a quarter of an hour Milly traveled until he turned the car he owned a year ago in a villa located near the beach.

The car stopped in his yard. Somewhat long Milly kept quiet there, until finally decided to come out after really solidifying the heart.

***

A man with a dark-colored sweater appeared to be sitting on a sofa with his legs crossed. He leaned his body against the backrest, his hands clasped his chest, while his eyes were still fixed on the man of the same age sitting opposite him.

"You've had too much to drink today" he said in a tone reminiscent of when the man opposite him returned to pour alcoholic beverages on a small glass and then downed it to the end.

The white man placed the empty glass on the glass table with a little pressure until the clashing glass made a sound. He smiled broadly at the words of his assistant.

"It's just a little celebration for my achievements. Anyway I haven't been drunk because of it" the man said casually. His smile that is growing makes the handsome face look more charming.

"You're happy apparently, Bra. Worth it, your smile never faded."

Ibra just laughed. He then put together the fingers and use it as a head pad while leaning the body on the lounge chair behind him. For a moment his eyes closed, feeling the breeze of the sea breeze at night from the balcony of the second floor of the villa where he was relaxing at this time.

The sound of knocking on the door for a moment made him piqued. He opened his eyes, and turned to the door along with his assistant.

"Let me open" said the assistant, rising from his seat.

The door opened and showed a guard there.

"What's wrong?" ask the assistant named Lucky firmly.

"Sorry, Boss. Outside there was a girl who wanted to meet Boss Ibra. She was very pretty," replied the bodyguard with a leather jacket wrapped around her body.

Lucky turned his head towards Ibra and the two looked at each other questioningly.

"Do you have an appointment with someone?" ask Lucky then.

Not immediately answering, Ibra actually seemed to think. A moment later the man wearing the semi-formal suit smiled with delighted sparkling eyes. "It seems I know who he is" he said with confidence. Throw a glance at the guard. "Bring him here."

***

Milly climbed one by one the wooden steps carefully as a man led her up to meet Ibra. Doubtful but he still stepped up, because this was his choice.

Arriving in front of a large wooden door with beautiful carvings visible from the outside, the guard who took him stopped his steps. Then knock on the door slowly.

"Welcome Miss Milly," said Lucky greeting Milly. He then moved one hand to signal Milly to go inside. "Please enter Miss, what you're looking for is in there."

Still standing in place, Milly cast her gaze across the room. He knew very well it was a room, because king-sized beds seemed to dominate the house. Ibra was sitting on a sofa not far from the bed. Milly frowned and looked at Lucky like she was dubious.

A sweet smile then fell on Lucky's lips, as if knowing the anxiety that Milly was experiencing. "Let's just calm, Miss, nothing's gonna happen. I am among you. After all, we are used to making this place as a witness for cooperation.

Not wanting to think badly, Milly tried to believe and nodded in response. The woman wearing a red dress with a long model but showing her smooth legs then stepped slowly into the room.

A wide smile that showed a feeling of pleasure was offended from Ibra's lips to give a welcome.

"Welcome, my dear Milly." Ibra patted the empty spot on her side, as if hinting for Milly to occupy it.

"Thank you," Milly replied as she nodded politely. "But I can just sit here" he continued, then sat on the sofa opposite Ibra carefully.

Ibra only smiled slightly as she spread her shoulders. "What's wrong. For me wherever you sit it's the same."

The room felt quiet for a moment. Ibra sat cross-legged, her hands crossed her chest and watched Milly bowing awkwardly with narrowed eyes.

"Until when are you going to do it like that?"

Ibra's voice made Milly flinch from the daydream. The girl suddenly riled and misbehaved when he noticed Ibra.

"Ibra, I mean to come here,-"

"Hmm?" Ibra muttered while raising her eyebrows. His body was leaning forward, as if waiting for what Milly would say impatiently.

"I'm willing to be your wife if you give me back all my father's assets."

"Am I not wrong?" Ibra asked with a grin on her lips. But Milly can catch on if the grin looks demeaning.

"No. You didn't hear me wrong." Milly answered with confidence.

Milly felt that there was nothing funny about his words, but somehow Ibra just laughed at it. Milly gasped in confusion.

"Is there something wrong with my words?" milly asked then in a curious tone.

"Not your words are wrong, dear. But it was your arrival that wasn't right." Ibra replied with a naughty tone that increasingly made Milly confused.

Milly shuffled, while her eyes looked at Ibra full of big question marks. "What do you mean by incorrect? Can you explain without confusing me?" Milly was silent for a moment while watching Ibra's increasingly strange-looking expression. I don't know why Milly suddenly felt suspicious. Don't-janga? "You can't sell my father's assets to anyone else, can you!" Finally Milly voiced her heart with a look of uneasiness.

"Fright!"

"Well!" Milly got up from her seat. He stepped closer to Ibra and stood right in front of her. His fingers clenched firmly withstanding the sudden turbulent anger. "Didn't you say you wouldn't sell it yesterday? But why do you do it now! You can't go like this! You can't do this!"

"Can't how? Did you forget that all your father's assets are legitimately mine? So it's up to me!" Ibra was silent for a moment pausing her words. A slight look of contempt was suddenly offended on her lips as she said, "Do you think I don't know if you had a husband before coming here? You are shameless!"

Hearing that, Milly was shocked unexpectedly. He really did not expect Ibra to know this beyond his expectations.

"But our marriage is not on the basis of mutual love, Bra. Although we were married, but we never intersected!"

Ibra chuckled at Milly's flushed face. He knew the girl was being overwhelmed by anger. And I don't know why it makes him excited to flirt.

"Do you know what price I'm selling it for?" Ibra stood up, then folded her hands in front of her chest while looking down at Milly in front of her.

Not answering with a word, Milly even sharpened the look of his eyes and his jaw was seen tightening.

"Three times, Milly, three times," Ibra said, showing three fingers. "I won a lot, didn't I, hahaha! And you know when I sold it? Just before we met that night. Ahaha!" Ibra laughed loudly after speaking without guilt.

"Bad! You're mean!" umpat Milly was full of anger while beating Ibra's chest with all her might.

But as if meaningless to him, Ibra seemed calm to receive a blow from Milly. "Just hit me if it makes you satisfied. But just so you know, it'll never return anything."

Tired, the girl stopped her movements. He rubbed the rough tears that ran down the river on his cheeks. But his eyes were still full of warning to the man who had no heart in front of him. "God doesn't sleep, Ibra. He knows what is good and what is evil. Every crime has its payoff, and you will definitely get the reward for your crime!" threaten him with rage.

"Haha! Just yell that scream of your heart, Milly darling. Let's see what happens!" Ibra clutched Milly's chin and forced the girl to look at her face. "And you know the best part?"

Seriate

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sorry because I've been slow up lately,

not without reason, but I also work on my other works as well.

Do not forget to read also my work whose title is entangled in the love of the nurse

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