The Destiny of a Village Girl

Chapter 68

Viona sees her reflection from the glass, she smiles at her own reflection, then takes the body lotion.

Gently viona wore all over her body, unconsciously someone had been standing from earlier in front of the door of the room .

" body lotion is very fragrant, hmmm aunt Je is cool to choose lotian "viona said

Ting's message came in from Viona's phone saying Aunt Jeje

⁇ ️"Vi have you been wearing that lotion from aunty?" a message from Jelika

⁇ ️ "aunty, very fragrant thanks to aunty" wrote Viona with a smile

⁇ ️" good deh, do not forget to baluri all over your body yes, just aunty look Frans has gone to your room "Jeje reply

⁇ ️ "okay aunt 😄🤭"

ha' aunt Jelika said Mr Frans has gone to the room? but why did you not get there? muttered viona while glancing towards the door but while pouring lotion into her legs

when did the lion stand at the door? okay viona rilex, relax and calm muttered viona in her heart

Viona stood up and took her cell phone, she headed for the bed. Frans' presence in the room like it had no effect on her was what Frans saw and felt.

did he not see me standing here? why is he just quiet and busy with his cell phone, who contacted his murmuring frans pissed into the viona

why did he have to wear that shirt again? doesn't she know how tormented her I'm holding my sister ? frans closed his eyes and turned towards the bathroom

"why her? maybe the eggplant again thrashing so that people do not prestige dong" muttered viona slowly

in the bathroom

" you even know if you've fallen in love with her? but why don't you say it and start over" said Frans speaking to the reflection of the glass

"why? are you afraid of being rejected by her? just because you found the message on her phone "

The Flashback POV Frans

After the event held by his grandfather Handoko, Frans actually wanted to open a new page with viona, forgetting all the marriage agreements. Frans realized that if he started to love vionas it was evident when he did not like other men seeing vionas even approaching vionas.

But in the morning before leaving for the office, Frans saw a viona phone located on the nightstand.

" I'm her husband but don't know her cell phone number, hmmm" Frans took Viona's cell phone

"hmm not in the key at all" Frans opened the viona's mobile phone and moved the viona's mobile number to his mobile phone .

Frans put the viona phone back in place, but he changed his mind, Frans took the viona phone back and fiddled atik inside her.

after being satisfied to see the gallery on mobile viona, Frans fad squeezed the green application.

"there's nothing strange" Frans said as he scrolled down until he found something strange in the name of Dion's contact.

"Dion, who is he what does it have to do with viona" Frans began reading the chatter inside her

️ Dion: well whatever happens mas will still wait for you dear

⁇ ️ viona: thank you for understanding mas , I love you , and I will also always wait for you & T

️ Dion: mas also very fond of you ️

"what is this , and what is it & what is ️ T" said Frans angrily almost throw the phone viona but he managed to master his emotions.

the flashback end

" i'm afraid of rejection? or am I angry and jealous because of that man named Dion? ah I don't know now I'm dizzy " continued Frans on his own

Kreettttttt bathroom door open, Frans saw the viona who was busy with his cellphone even the viona did not look towards Frans in the slightest

why is he too busy with that thing, who he calls , he did not even glance at me one bit Frans murmured seeing viona lying down while holding a cell phone

"huk huk huk huk" Frans pretended to cough strongly but unfortunately his efforts were in vain, even viona did not glance in his direction

why is he coughing so hard? is he sick? is his throat itchy? he wants to drink, right? muttered viona worried Frans while pura pura busy with her cell phone, I don't know what she was picking , the viona knew she had to pretend to be busy

why didn't he look at me, too? Frans spoke inwardly while walking towards the bed . Frans laid down her body beside the viona and the viona remained in her position that turned her back to Frans

did he not know I was beside his muttered Frans annoyed

I have to do something Frans added in his heart

Frans took his cell phone and pretended to contact someone

"hallo vayo, I'm sick please call my doctor and tell him to come as soon as possible" said Frans himself

why did he not flinch even though I had pretended to contact Vayo because I was sick Frans said looking at the viona

this can't be allowed Frans came close to Viona and saw with whom she messaged tonight

"ha' is she asleep? free dong I pura sick and contact Vayo" muttered Frans slowly

Frans sat down and took Viona's cell phone

"hmm so your daily work is just to scroll the homepage of this artist's homepage" said Frans geleng geleng head, while putting back the viona phone on the nightstand.

Frans fixes the viona blanket and goes back to sleep next to the viona .

"good night my teenage wife, may sweet dreams, cup "Frans kissed the back head of the viona and hugged tightly the body of the viona from behind.

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" tomorrow we move, baby, don't bring what, because there is also complete , did mom and Fandi already know if we will move?" ask Roy to Wulan who is tidying the bed

"it's already a mas, but the mother mintak returned home only "

"why?, aren't you happy living with us?"

"mother would rather live in the village he said mas"

"didn't Fandi want to go to college here?"

"it would be, but Fandi would not be able to let her own mother live in the village, maybe Fandi would continue in the village alone"

"well, later we talk again with the mother and Fandi, it's late not good for pregnant women often stay up anyway mas want to visit our baby "tease Roy to Wulan

"you remember what the doctor said "

"remember dong, ngak can be tight tight against his door if you want to meet" replied Roy smiling seductively Wulan , hearing that Wulan just shook her head and naturally with pleasure she would serve her husband.