The Love of the Duda

TCSD 157: Envy and Envy

"So this is Ra's cake shop?"

After breakfast at the mansion, Dira sees Mara getting ready to get out of the house. Vishnu's wife was a little curious about what his sister-in-law would do. Therefore, he whined to go where Mara would go. And after traveling about thirty minutes, finally the car driven by Mr. Kasim took him and Mara to this place.

Dira walked to and fro around every corner of the room in Mara's cake shop. Starting from the production part, the packing part for dry cakes and also the display part.

Mara who was sitting in an ergonomic chair in her office while checking her financial statements just nodded slowly with an eye that could not be separated from the sheets of paper in the red map.

"Yes Ma'am, this is one of the pastry shops I run. Besides here there are two more branches in this city."

Dira was amazed to hear the success of the wife of his sister-in-law. "Indeed how long has this store been standing Ra? Even if it has branches too?"

"Not even a year Ma'am. Actually I'd like to open a new branch later but seeing this cake shop get a very good response from the market, the Gods are very excited to open a branch," said Mara while closing the map again after she finished checking.

Dira was increasingly surprised and flabbergasted by what was told by his sister-in-law. "It's lucky Ra, your life. You get a handsome and wealthy man who certainly can provide you with luxurious facilities and can provide you with capital for your business."

"This is all a gift from God, Ma'am. Regardless of whether the Godhead comes from a rich family or not, I really don't look at it from that side."

The eye bead that belonged to Dira who previously circulated to pay attention to the corner of Mara's workspace, he slowly dribbled to stare at the face of the sister-in-law. A sinister smile rose on the lips of the woman. "Is there still a woman in this day and age who loves a man without seeing his social status?"

Mara gasped, not understanding what Dira said. "What do you mean Dira? I really don't understand?"

Dira chuckled softly with a voice that sounded cynical. "I can't believe that you sincerely love God, Ra. I feel that you are willing to be God's wife for some reason. One of them is to get a lot of inheritance if God dies later." Now Dira's black eye bead looks intensely at Mara's already bloated stomach. "Don't your pregnancy also be one of your tricks to get a lot more inheritance from the oma?"

Both of Mara's eyes were wide and perfectly rounded. "What trick do you mean? Pregnancy is one of the natural processes that occur in the female body, so what is the trick meant by Dira?"

Dira chuckled softly but still faintly heard in Mara's ears. "You must know that God experienced impotence after an accident that hit him. Then how can you get pregnant if the Gods alone cannot turn on? Before you marry a God, you first have sex with another man, then you get pregnant after that you confess that it is a child of God."

Plaque!!!!

"Please mouth Ma'am. I'm not that kind of woman. Even before I knew God, I had absolutely no contact with any man."

A slap from Mara's hand successfully landed on Dira's smooth cheek. Vishnu's wife suddenly grimaced with the sensation of heat that spread in one part of her cheek.

"You! How dare you slap me Ra. You have no manners. I'll bring you to Oma. That your behavior is really like a market thug."

While holding her cheek that still feels so hot, Dira tries to threaten Mara by planning to complain to Ora Widuri. While the pregnant woman just smiled knot by putting a face that is not afraid at all.

"Please do whatever you want to do Ma'am, I'm not afraid at all. Because I'm in the right position." Mara took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Trying to master a little heart has been possessed by emotion. "Everything you accuse is wrong. Because I really am pregnant with a child from the Lord. And the origin of Dira know, mas Dewa has been cured of impotence long before we married. So this kid I'm carrying is really God's son."

"Currently, girls hunting the inheritance of the widows more and more roaming. I think you're one of them. Not necessarily also it is a child of God, could you be in a state of pregnancy when married to a God?"

Dira still makes silly arguments. He still thinks that the child conceived by Mara is not the birth child of God. And that's what makes Mara's mouth gaping wide. But once again, Mara tried to stay calm against this woman.

Unreasonable accusations actually make Dira more cornered. If it had been like this, he would have been unable to pucker up at all.

Because of embarrassment and loss of face, Dira thumped the sling bag he put on the sofa and then just passed by leaving this Mara room.

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Pluck....!!!

A black map was thrown by Krishna on the God's desk. The god who was replying to an e-mail from one of his business partners was a little surprised by what his assistant did.

"What the fuck is it, Chris? It's rude of you to behave in front of the owner of this company!"

Upset, that is what the gods feel. Because the assistant entered his room and suddenly threw the map violently.

"Read the contents in the map Wa. Once you read it, you will definitely know why the Oma factory used to be almost bankrupt."

The god opened the map and dribbled his eyes to read every letter and number before him. His eyes were wide open when he discovered the many manipulations and mark-ups that took place five years ago.

"Who did you get this from, Chris?"

"I got this from Mr. Wibawa who used to serve as the head of production of the oma-owned factory. He's the one who deals directly with the fabric manufacturers we use to make our products."

The forehead of the God is cringing. "Pak Wibawa's? Hasn't he resigned from the oma factory for a long time? Even when this oma factory collapses?"

Krishna nodded his head. "Yes that's right Wa. He resigned from the factory because he felt his safety was threatened."

"threatened? Meanin?"

"The huge losses experienced by the oma-owned factory were none other than due to insider interference."

"You mean?"

Krisna sighed deeply then she exhaled slowly. "The Dira is behind it all!"

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