The Beautiful Cheating

Old Land Crocodile

Seika pov's

At exactly 10:00 in the morning, I reached my old husband's residence. There is a bitter taste in the recesses of my heart. Say, I am a materialistic woman. But if you were in my position, what would you do?

My return was greeted by a corpse rising from the grave. Avoided and ostracized by the people of the house, even my husband's oldest wife refused to look at me.

With steady steps, I headed for the room that Mother Mayaratih had prepared - a personal assistant that my husband had prepared specifically for me.

My room is on the fifth floor of the house. It seems that the rules were deliberate. First floor for the first wife-Neneng Wijayanti, second floor for the second wife-Sri Wulandari, third floor for the third wife-Namira Ayu, fourth floor for the fourth wife-Mustika Cahya, and fifth for me.

But I don't know, on the fifth floor there's two more. Whether he wants to have seven wives or what, I don't know and I don't care. But obviously, this house has an elevator. So, don't make my husband tired when going up and down the floor.

"Non Sei, why dumbass?" tanya Maya, managed to make my daydreams crumble. Now, Maya and I are in the elevator.

"It's okay, Ma'am. I only thought of my sister in the village" I replied with a special smile of mine.

"Where is Non Sei's hometown?" apparently, Maya is also kepo.

"I'm from Temanggung city, Ma'am. People say, my city is a tobacco country. But I have never grown tobacco there. In fact I became a regional child who had a tragic fate like this," I confided unconsciously. Yes .. This is my bad habit. I can't lie. Automatically, what I feel I will let out to the person who is talking to me.

"Wah ... is it still beautiful there, Ma'am? What I heard, he said there was cold," said Maya enthusiastically.

"Cold or not depends. If from the city to there is cold, but if the natives are ordinary," I said.

Ting.

I've reached the fifth floor. Apparently, the design is different on each floor. This large room turned out to be like a one-story house. Complete, the kitchen is there. What is the sign, I have to cook myself?

Maya let me in, and led me to a door that was a different color than the other door, because it had the highest shape and white.

When I opened it, it was my room. White and navy blue, very sweet. And to my amazement again, a closet door that was on the walk in closet turned out to be the access door to the bathroom.

Even more amazing, my two-story bathroom. That's funny, isn't it? The bottom one is for BAB and the face wash, the top one is for bathing and soaking.

Ah .. But as long as you know, I don't enjoy all these facilities at all. As luxurious as anything, I remain a wife of Ali's.

It didn't take me long to get to know my house. Maya asks permission to go to her room after making sure there's nothing else I need.

"Yes, Non. Each of Mr. Ali's wives has a personal assistant who lives in one house with them. Why, Non?" tanyanya.

"Yes, I'm surprised, Ma'am. This house is no longer called a house. But an apartment building. Every floor there's a house." I grinned the horses, laughed at my very village self.

"Master is very rich, Non. It's just ..." Maya pauses her speech, for some reason. But clearly, I saw a grim look on his face.

"Why, Ma'am? How sad?" my question, touching his shoulder.

"We should all be willing to be nafs*'s slave, Non. Not just my wife, but all the women who work here. And I'm stuck in this job. If I could, I'd run away from here, Non. I'm tired, lately Master is more dominant to me than others. I'm-"

"May!" jolt the old man we were digging. I don't know when he came.

"Sorry, Non. Not take good care of yourself. I'm going to see you first,"

I really feel like I just want to die like this. Lord ... What sins have I committed, that I should have this fate?

I threw my body on this cold floor. I let out all the tears that had been blocked in there.

Suddenly, I heard a knock from the window of my room. Curious, I slowly got up and walked towards the window.

There was a shadow standing there. And I'll make sure he's a man. I immediately opened the blue sea curtain and opened the window.

My eyes widened to see the figure in front of me. He was ... the man who stole my first kiss, El Barrack.

"Hi, pretty. Are you okay?" he rolled his eyes and immediately entered my room.

"Master?"

"Don't dumb. I'm just here to make sure you're in shape, and I miss you" she said, looking around my room. Like looking for something.

"If he knew how, sir? Don't make trouble, I'll get it." I pursed my lips. He's really reckless.

"Don't worry, he's getting a sweat bath with your personal assistant upstairs, again,"

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