The Enchantment of Madam

The Mission to Heartbreak [Day 1]

The Gothic ma'am was still sobbing and I was still sitting next to him waiting for the rain from his eyes to subside even though it still left sobs.

"You're evil, Levine!" Again, the Gothic ma'am still assumed himself. He has not heard all my explanations.

"Udah?"

"What?" gothic Mother replied sounding raucous.

"Take care."

He just glanced cynically then fell silent.

I finally told him about what happened on the first night. Yes, I was tempted. I unbuttoned one of his pyjamas, but did not continue because in my mind; I was not a man who took advantage of the situation. Moreover, my marriage with her is only as a cover of disgrace, not on the basis of love. I also do not want to rush to pour lust on someone who even for this heart can not decide. Do I really love him?

"So, you didn't do that, Lele?" asked the Gothic ma'am in a hoarse voice.

I'm shaking.

"Then, who changed my clothes?" ask the Gothic again.

"Cottage owner. She's a girl so I asked her for help. I swear, there's not the least I dare to be brazen as Ma'am."

The Gothic madam was silent, but her eyes were glaring sharply at me.

"Then, when it hit me, what was it called?"

"That's a bonus, Ma'am," I replied with a grin.

"LEVINE!!!!" pissed Mbak Gothic.

In the room we were still arguing. Somehow the nausea of Gothic Mbak was as if it disappeared just like this debate, even the pillows and bolsters seen scattered on the floor were like a broken ship.

This is my first day on a mission to melt the heart of Gothic Mother. I don't know what I'm going to do because I know I'm not a romantic. While the Gothic Mother seems to really like the character of such a man, but not Levine Harwit her name if it can not melt the heart of women.

Former playboy time in doubt?

"Restay down! No need to enter the office first," I said when the atmosphere was quiet.

"No! I have a meeting today."

"stronger? My face is still pale, you know."

"I'm not a weak woman like your ex!" fierce as he set foot on the floor after he was on a disheveled bed.

I can only obey him. As hard as this is indeed him, and I again have to muffle the frustration of having to always give up.

I am someone who does not like to be organized. I can leave anything to have freedom. However, for some reason now it feels so hard. In fact, is it difficult to leave the Gothic Mother who is not who I am?

"Alda! Please take care of Katemi, will you? Today I didn't bring him to the office" Mrs Gothic shouted to her assistant.

From the direction of the kitchen, Alda ran to face the Gothic Mother who was standing next to me.

"Good, Non. I will take good care of him" Alda replied as he lowered his head.

"Goody!" said Mbak Gothic while passing away.

I was about to step stopped because my arm was holding.

"Mas, I will always be waiting for you," said Alda quietly with hopeful eyes.

"Sorry, from the start I was assertive of you. I don't feel anything like you and how good your feelings are to my grave deeply. I already have a partner, even though I don't know if I can continue with him or not. But, from this second I insist on the same you; never expect anything from me!"

I let go of his hand and then stepped back.

"I won't ask anything from you, Mom. I'm just asking you for time to neutralize these feelings" he said, which I didn't care about.

**

Indeed there is my concern for Mbak Gotik because his face looks pale this morning, even when I have to go outside the office his face still looks pale.

The Mbak Gothic company produces food, not just one product and I am required to be observant to see the market so as not to be misdirected and goods from the company can come out quickly and profitably.

"Es milk chocolate one, sir!" I asked when I was in one of the small cafes near the modern market that I visited.

"Well, wait, Mas!" he said friendly and then left.

Time had already pointed to the number twelve noon and I decided to call Mbak Gothic. However, it seems that the phone alone is not enough to settle my sense of curiosity for him. Until finally I chose to make a video call to make sure that he was okay.

One time I tried a video call, not picked up.

Twice I tried, still not lifted. I finally decided to let it go for a while.

'Tin!'

The chat notification came in on my phone and it says 'Itik Galak'.

[Ngapain, anyway, pack a video call everything?!] Fill in a short message from Mbak Gothic by slipping jutek emoticons in his chat.

[Gue is just a mastiin if Mbak is okay.]

[Sih, mode, sure!] The reply is still fierce.

[Thanks to my video call now, if not, later tonight I ask for the same mental ration Ma'am!]

I smiled as I sent a chat that was like half a threat to her. I'm waiting for tick two to turn blue. It was only a few seconds that the gray tick had turned blue.

Video call, ah!

I was just about to touch the screen. The profile picture of Mbak Gothic was seen contacting me using a video call service that made my lips grin to feel victorious.

"Why see me, try?" The Gothic mother replied as her beautiful face adorned my phone screen.

"Kan, I mentioned it. Just want to see Mommy's face, if it's pale, right? What's the situation now?"

"There's still some dizziness but what else? The work piled up this afternoon especially that meeting was left."

"Home, yuk? Let me handle it, huh."

"Can you?" Looked at the face of wonder in the mobile screen.

"Could, would! Can make a mess."

I smiled and instantly the eyes of the Gothic Mother turned with a completely annoyed expression, then the phone call was cut off. Looks like Gothic ma'am turned it off.

[When there's anything tell me. No need to reply, I know Mbak again kelas same me. I love u.]

I sent him a short message. It was funny in the last three words, but I sent it to him.

Not long after the reply chat came from Mbak Gothic. My lips smiled, but my hands were nervous to open the screen. What did he reply to, huh?

The heart beats faster. It was as if I was giving a love letter and waiting for a reply from him to make the body feel cold hot. Stupid reply chat from Mbak Gothic already on my phone, but why does this finger seem to be stiff? Or am I afraid to read it?

'Okay, open it, Le! It must be sweet deh.'

'Don't open it if you don't mo nyesel, Le! Believe me, it makes you sick.'

'Yes, if you don't read it, how do you know how that woman feels about you?'

'Don't, Le. Ohhhoooo!!!'

Holy hooch! Why is it that kind of war, God? I should how? Did I open or not?