THE LOVE OF FATE

HEALS WOUNDS.

💌 LOVE OF FATE 💌

 

🍀 HAPPY READING 🍀

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...If you can dream it, then you can do it too....

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A WEEK HAS PASSED.

After considerable consideration, Allura finally decided to meet mister Smith. Allura took his car to Smith's residence. This afternoon, dusk began to show its beauty. Allura accidentally opened her car glass and threw her gaze out. A moment of silence, silent, I don't know what he was thinking?

And then he stared straight into the focus towards the road. Seeing the twilight that begins to sink leaves the light and will bring the night. Ele glanced at the clock in her hand. It's six o'clock in the afternoon.

Time doesn't seem to pass so fast. Seconds change minutes, minutes change hours, hours change days and so do days change weeks. Since the annulment of his marriage to Alvin. Two months more that time has passed. The memory returned when Mr. Smith contacted him and said Alvin had left his apartment. Allura was frustrated, all her dreams of bearing the status of Madam Smith was mere wishful thinking. Now her pregnancy is the reason to go back to see Mr. Smith.

Allura stopped in front of the Smith residence. He pulled the handbrake and chose not to get off his car. Suddenly his head was dizzy. Stomach's nauseous. Maybe it's because he's too stressed. Although only limited to nausea and not to vomit.

Allura took a deep breath and stared for a moment at the mansion. He buried his face in the steering wheel of the car, then leaned his back against the chair, then rubbed his face gently. He closed his face for a moment to calm the bitter feeling in his heart. His eyes immediately glazed over. The memories with Alvin came back dancing in his brain. He could not feel his tears falling down his cheeks.

TOK TOK TOK

Allura realized when a man knocked on his car glass. He turned his head away and quickly wiped away his tears that kept slipping. Allura quickly lowered the windshield of his car.

"Excuse me, miss, fifteen minutes of your car parked in front of the Smith house, are you lost, or are you looking for an address?" Said a well-built man kindly.

"Sorry sir, I..." Allura was suddenly nervous. He didn't know the man.

"Who are you looking for, miss? who knows I can help you." Said the man again.

Allura let go of her smile and then spoke calmly. "I'm looking for Smith's residence, is this really Luke's?" Suddenly, that stupid question escaped my mouth. How could Allura pretend not to know this house. While Alvin had brought him here for his mother's birthday.

"Yes, right lady. You looking for Mr Smith?" Asked the man looking in surprise at Allura. Just this time a young girl was looking for her master.

"Ohhh ..So this is really his house?" Allura said with her silly question.

"really. This is Smith's residence. Just come in, miss."

"Oh, It." Allura replied awkwardly.

"The car can go right in, miss." Said the man chiming.

"No need sir. Let my car park here." Allura finally got out of her car.

"Please, miss!" The man let Allura in.

"Thank you..." Said Allura with a smile.

Before stepping Allura did his ritual, exhaling his breath through his mouth, trying to calm himself. Finally Allura made his move. He walked into Smith's house. Walk through the small park. Allura spread her gaze. Look at the luxurious house in modern design.

This European-style house, presented with walls made of glass and looks shiny with lights that bounce from the outside. There are a variety of cypress flowers as well as forming a short fence.

Allura smiled meaningfully, her face flat and continued to step with her small steps down the garden.

Allura smiled as she touched her stomach gently. "Darling, we'll meet your grandparents. Anything mommy would do to get you into the Smith family. I will fight for your rights, baby. Help mommy, so you can say it well" he said with a deep breath.

Allura stopped right in front of the porch door of the house. Before pressing the bell, he took a deep breath. Prepare for what is faced. Allura gathered courage. He slowly raised his hand, then pressed the bell on the right side of the door.

TING NONG'S....TING NONG'S...!

TING NONG'S....TING NONG'S...!

There had been no reaction from inside to open the door for him.

Back Allura pressed the bell. He hopes the person he is looking for exists. Feeling no response, he pressed the doorbell again.

TING NONG'S.... TING NONG'S...!

The door starts to open slowly. A middle-aged woman appeared from behind the door.

Allura's Heart skipped a beat as the door opened perfectly.

"Good afternoon," Sapa Allura politely.

"Good afternoon, miss, who are you looking for?" The middle-aged woman looked at Allura from top to bottom. He knew this woman, but where? He forget. The middle-aged woman observed Allura's enlarged abdomen.

"I want to look for Mr. Smith" he said quietly as he squeezed his own hand.

"sorry. I want to find Mr. Smith, does he exist?" Allura asked started getting sultry looking at the woman. His eyes cannot lie. "Does this fucking maid demean me?" His anger in the heart.

"Sorry, Mr. Smith is not home. He's on a business trip out of town." The answer.

Allura took a short breath. He smiled to cover up his feelings. "What about Mrs Smith. Is he home?"

"If the lady is at home."

"I want to meet him?"

"But I asked him first, is he willing to meet you."

Allura clenched her hands, she started to get caught off guard with the attitude of this selfless woman. Newly also a maid, her style had already exceeded that of a grand mistress.

"Let's just say Allura wants to meet Mrs Smith. I don't think he'll turn it down."

Hearing Allura's name, the woman was shocked. "Aren't you Mr Alvin's future wife?"

"Yes, I'm Allura the future wife of Alvin Smith. Anything else you want to ask?"

"Sorry miss, I didn't know that you were Mr. Alvin's future wife."

"I don't care. Now meet me with Madame Smith."

The woman directly lowered her head. "Well miss! Please come in," The woman let Allura in.

Allura smiled wryly, "Look at it, if I have entered this house. You're the first person I'm gonna fire." Bait Allura in the heart

Allura stepped her foot into the house. His eyes were on the family photo that was quite large in size. There's a picture of Alvin there. Allura tried to take a deep breath. His eyes returned to tears. The man who had been present in his life, now left him. He doesn't know why Alvin left when their wedding was a matter of hours. Allura steeled his heart, his goal only wanted to see master Smith.

TOK TOK TOK.

The middle-aged woman knocked on the door of the room three times, then spoke so that her big mistress inside could hear her.

"Excuse me madam" he said politely from behind the door.

"Come on Elijah." Mary said from within. He is still busy searching for information about his missing son.

Elijah opened the doorknob. He pushed inward and saw Maria again staring at his laptop. He was wearing glasses and his hair was rolled up.

"What's Elijah?" Mary lowered her glasses, and looked at Elijah who was just glued to his place.

"Sorry madam, I have never seen your face this serious. You usually look relaxed. Even to me you are always humorous and always throw your best smile at anyone. But this time is different, maybe this is what makes you always young. Even you look relaxed, even though I know the mind is in a state of turmoil right now."

Maria smile. "So you're fascinated by Elijah?" Maria cupped her own cheeks.

"Hahahaha can be said like that madam. So I forgot to express my true purpose and purpose." Elijah said with a serious face.

"Hahahaha," Mary laughed, of course Elijah's words comforted her. His sadness disappeared instantly. "I'm sorry Elijah, I was indeed too serious about finding information about Alvin. Is anything important?" Maria smiled with her chin propped up, looking at Elijah with a shady smile.

"There's someone who wants to see you." Elijah said at last.

Maria raised her pupils, thinking for a moment who were the guests who came at this hour.

"Who's Elijah?" maria asked towards Elijah. I don't think he has an appointment to meet someone. Especially if the guest only asks for the whereabouts of his child. Mary, of course, rejected it. He doesn't want to meet anyone. Especially if it's a journalist.

"Sorry madam, she is Allura, Mr. Smith's lover."

Mary snorted from her seat. "What's? Allura?" He opened his glasses and laid them with origin.

"True, she is Miss Allura."

Maria took a deep breath. "alright. Prepare a drink for him. I'll be out in a minute."

"Good mistress."

Elijah came out of the room and prepared a drink for Allura.

Mary breathed so heavy. That sad incident still continued to follow behind him. Until now, if he remembered his lost son, it would have made Mary cry. He knew Allura would get sick if he was exposed to the matter again. There is no prescription or special traditional medicine that can cure the wound and it is not an easy matter. Sometimes, the wound is harder to heal. Allura did have to struggle to evoke the positive feelings that were inside her.

SERIATE.....

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