The Love of Kalila

Martha

That morning Marcel looked so busy because of the work that piled up for so long. Plus there was a client that he had to meet and discuss something important.

It was too early for Lila to understand the situation, because she did not understand what kind of help Marcel would bring. And thankfully Marcel did not feel disturbed by the presence of Lila who just silently looked at himself pacing back and forth.

Suddenly someone entered Marcel's room. All three stunned. Especially Lila who saw that person was Martha. Someone he knew was always next to Marcel.

"Where are you going, baby?" martha asked and sat on the sofa looking at Lila.

"Yes, there's something I want to take care of with the client" replied Marcel who was busy returning to clean up his files on the table.

"Ooh," Martha turned her eyes back toward Lila. Of course, Lila became clumsy with the glare of an eye that had no idea what that meant. Not cynical, not friendly.

"Why come here?" ask Marcel.

"Nothing. Want to see your new toy," replied Martha quipped.

Marcel turned his head for a moment and glared a moment at Martha, but it was considered a joke by the woman.

"Liet. I'm here to say goodbye, baby."

"Where are you going?" tanya Marcel made a soft voice. The movement that was fast because of the hurry is now slowing down. Marcel was taking care of his files very slowly. It was as if he did not want to look at Martha who was talking. Lila's eyes caught the movement.

"I have to go back to Bali. Papa's sick, baby. I have to see him even if I don't want to."

"Hm, go," an unwilling voice released from Marcel sounded a pain in Lila's ear. I don't know why.

"OKAY. As soon as I'll come back, even if you still need me" said Martha again insinuate Lila.

Lila was uncomfortable. Slowly he saw the figure of Marcel who stood limp hearing the news of Martha's departure. On the other hand, once again he saw a sad looking Marcel from behind his back, feeling pain, this time in his heart. Then he turned to Martha who was also still looking at himself intently.

"Well, what else is it," Marcel said again pretending to be busy and blurring the views between the two women.

"I guess I'm going first. You guys I stay, yeah," said Marcel, seeing Martha and Lila take turns. "Don't fight!" marcel's orders before he leaves.

Now there are two women who 'compete' in Marcel's heart.

"I'm sorry, I have to go home."

Lila took the initiative to leave the room first, but Martha held him back. "Wouldn't you talk for a second?"

"Hm?" ask Lila confused.

"But not here, afraid if he puts a recording device or something to make sure we don't fight" joked Martha who made Lila surprised.

After that they got off using an elevator connected to the hotel lobby. The presence of both of them becomes the subject of gossip of the employees who already know them.

There was even a talk that made Lila shudder in horror when someone whispered in a voice that was quite heard by Lila and Martha.

"Look tuh, old mistress same young mistress get along. Mr. Marcel must be happy to see his two mistresses so harmonious."

But Martha seemed unperturbed by the talk, she looked indifferent and still stepped forward with confidence. While Lila walked submissive and tried to defend the words of the people she would surely face later.

Behind Martha, Lila glanced at the woman's appearance. Very different from himself. Though upon thought, they were both of the same status beside Marcel. An affair, a mistress, a mistress, whatever it is. The sexy, elegant and mature figure of Martha, when compared to Lila who looks perfunctory, only feminine, and already, there are no plus points anymore. But why would Marcel keep Lila if there was a woman this beautiful beside him.

For a while, the two of them looked at each other, and admired each other.

"In comparison to you, I'm nothing, not even minus," said Lila, who then made Martha almost squirt the drink she just drank.

"Why is that?" ask her while smiling.

"Yes, for example, everyone here prefers to look at you. Stupid Marcel."

Martha smiled wryly, mocking what Lila had just said. This woman is a little offended.

"In comparison to Sindi, the two of us are nothing. Either me, or you."

"Sindi?" ask Lila confused.

"Hm, Marcel's wife. He didn't tell you anything about his wife?" martha asked again as if dominating the conversation. And Lila answered that question with a sledgehammer.

"Maybe he doesn't believe you, so he doesn't tell you anything about his wife. To be sure, Sindi is beautiful, kind, smart, rich. Different levels with us who are just a distraction," explained Martha with forced laughter.

"Don't try to ask about his wife unless she tells you herself. Stop asking about Sindi before she gets bored and kicks you away." Reciprocity.

"I'm going to Bali for a while, you saw Marcel's expression, right?" asked Martha still dominating accompanied by a proud intonation that exists in her.

"Not to worry. The expression earlier was just an expression of missing one toy. Let's just say he's grieving the loss of an old toy he's always had with him. So, as a new toy, you have to please her. Don't do anything to make him sick. Dress up because Marcel likes a sexy and elegant girl. Oh, my God, your style is like a son's son."

Upset not be commented on the same affair your affair, gais? Lila's once polite hand on the hanky is now firmly clenched because it holds back emotions. Can Martha insult Lila's appearance inspired by Kawaii girl style Jejepangan?

"And if when I come back he's tired of you, stay away willingly!" Martha commemorates.

"By pleasure. Goddamnit!" as if Lila who could not stand it and hurriedly left.

Martha still looked at the departure of her competitors with a meaningful gaze. Then he muttered alone, "Kalila. I'm the one who's nothing compared to you." Then after that Martha went and went back to her residence to pick up a suitcase.

Unexpectedly the silhouette of someone looking from a distance was waiting for him. Martha who knew very well who it was, immediately approached her and smiled spoiled as usual.

"What to go to Bali?" marcel asked and answered with a soft belt from Martha.

"There's Lila, what else am I here for."

Explanation Martha like a razor blade that ensnared Marcel. Callilla. Right, there's Kalila who's been with him lately. Let alone his promise to Lila to use her a. Make him not deny anything in front of Martha.

"But still, should we go?"

"Hm, papa needs me. I'm sorry for your disappointment and thank you for everything you've given me."

"Dam." Marcel mengharu. If you are not ashamed, you may have shed tears.

Realizing he can't stop Martha's steps, now all Marcel can give is a hug and a small kiss a sign of separation.

"Oh yes. Good on Kalila. She's kind. 96 For him." Said Martha who shifted the topic so as not to be sad too.

"Flush.."