The Wife of the King's Pay
Chapter 63 I'm Back
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"You both came home too" said Ana, opening the door for her two stepchildren.
Ana noticed Cleantha's pale, haggard look on her face. The girl was also still wearing the same clothes she had worn yesterday.
Despite reaching half a century, Ana still has a strong memory. No wonder if he memorizes clothes, perfumes, even objects that his stepson has.
"Clea, didn't you change from yesterday? What the hell happened to you? Why is your face so tangled like someone who just got hit by a disaster," asked Ana trying to pry a description from Cleantha.
"Tante, Clea is sick. Don't bother. Let Clea rest," Keyla said, pulling her sister's hand into the room.
"Key, Auntie didn't mean to interrupt. You should be thankful that Auntie would pay attention to Clea," Ana exasperatedly exclaimed.
Keyla brought her sister into the room and locked the door.
"Clea, if Aunt Ana asks you no need to answer. Don't let him know you slept with Mr. Alvian last night. And most importantly, don't miss your marriage to the Lord King. Understood?"
"Yes, brother, I understand."
"Now take a quick shower and change clothes. After that, go straight to sleep. Tomorrow you must have more energy to deal with your divorce with the Lord King. Prepare yourself well" Keyla said, then moved away.
Cleantha nodded with her obedience.
Although from the outside he did not refute his brother's orders, but inside his chest was rumbling violently. He endlessly experiences the inner upheaval between guilt, love, regret, and conflicting desires of separation.
Her marriage to the King one day had to end, but it turned out to be much faster than she expected. The seed of love that had just sown in his heart would wither and die before it developed. Well, it'll all be over tomorrow.
"Lord, forgive me for not being able to repay your kindness. I'll try to live without you. Forgetting all the memories we've been through together. Go back to your wife and child. Be a whole and happy family without any distractions from me,"
cleantha muttered pinning her hope.
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Cleantha swallowed her medicine and then drank a glass of water. Today he deliberately wears a bright red shirt to look fresh. Wearing lipstick and a thicker eye shadow to disguise his heartache. Then tie his long hair into a ponytail.
Soon, he will do something big. Therefore he must be a tough person, not to be whiny. No more tears could be shed.
While staring at her reflection in the mirror, Cleantha trained her best smile.
His struggle this time will not be easy, but he will never give up. He chose to work instead of crying over his condition at home.
"Grandle."
The door opened from outside.
Keyla entered in a hurry while carrying her briefcase.
Highlight his eyes full of question marks as he stared at Cleantha's appearance which looked even bolder.
"Clea, do you want to go to work? Is your body strong? The doctor advised you to rest."
"I'll work as usual, brother. After the office hours are over, I'll return to the King's house."
"Well, I'll book a cab now."
Cleantha followed Keyla out of the room. I don't know why the sunlight seems dim this morning. Seemed timidly peeking at the earth behind the horizon.
While breathing the morning air deeply, Cleantha got into the taxi. It will be a new beginning to change the course of his life in the future.
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When Cleantha appeared in the office, Mr. Setyo immediately called out to her.
"Please sit down, Clea. Yesterday Keyla said you were not allowed to enter due to illness. Do you feel healthy now?"
"Already, Sir. I also brought a certificate from the doctor," Cleantha said, handing over a letter to her manager.
Mr. Setyo read it for a while and folded the paper.
"I understand your health has been a bit compromised lately. But I ask for help, from now on pay attention to yourself and your health. You're a new employee here and still on probation. If often do not enter will cause a bad impression. Nurma will also be mutated in two weeks. There's still so much to learn."
Mr. Setyo stroked her hair that was drizzly while giving her a slander.
"Maybe Mr. Alvian and I don't mind. But different from your other division friends. I don't want jealousy among my men. Especially until there is a rumour that unsettles and disrupts our togetherness as a team. You must understand what I mean," said Mr. Setyo emphasizing his voice.
"Yes, sir, I understand. I will try to maintain my health so that I will not be absent again" Cleantha promised.
Cleantha walked out of Mr. Setyo's room with an erratic feeling. Subtly, Mr. Setyo has given him a warning. Therefore from this moment also he must prioritize work rather than take care of his complicated love problems.
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Seeing the King's car coming, the servants hurriedly greeted him. They brought their employer's luggage and luggage into the house.
The king entered first with Ivyna followed by Zevira at the back.
"Welcome, Sir, Madam," welcome Mr. Darma to the King.
"Sir Darma, where's Cleantha?" asked the King as he stepped towards his room.
"Mrs hasn't returned home yet, sir. After you left, it wasn't long before Madam went to her family's house until now."
The king looked at his watch which showed five o'clock less than twenty minutes. Cleantha must still be in the office to finish her work.
"I'm going to take a shower. Please prepare dinner," said the King before entering his room.
After the King leaves, Zevira tells Ningsih to take Ivyna to the room.
"Ningsih, bathe Ivyna and bring her dinner to the room. Don't let him out of the room. If you need to tell him to go to sleep," said Zevira to lower his voice.
"Okay, Madam."
Ningsih took Ivyna by the hand and took her up to the second floor.
"There will soon be a great drama in this house. Ivyna can't hear it,"
inner Zevira while moving her wheelchair.
Being in a room without Cleantha, made the King feel alone. To be honest, he wanted to contact his wife, but he did not want to be too excessive. No less than two hours later they will meet.
The king called Dion to ask about his work at the office.
"Good afternoon, sir. You've arrived home?" greet Dion from behind the phone.
"Already, Dion. Is there a problem while I'm gone?"
"Nothing, Sir. It's just that the signing of our deal with a new investor, Mr. Chang, is delayed and pushed back to next Monday."
"Why? Didn't I ask Alvian to represent me?"
"That's because Mr. Alvian didn't go to work yesterday. That's why the meeting was postponed" explained Dion.
"Is Alvian sick?" ask the king to find out.
"I don't know why, sir. I heard that Miss Cleantha didn't come in yesterday either. And because the two of them didn't enter together had caused.." said Dion stopped his words.
The king furrowed his brows.
"Caused what? What exactly are you trying to say?"
"I'm sorry, sir. I better report it to you on Monday Monday at the office" replied Dion, feeling that the time was not yet right to report to the King.
"I want to hear from you now. I don't like procrastination" asserted the King.
Dion's voice sounded hesitant.
"Master, these past few days are spreading rumors in the office. Even the managers know it. This rumor is about Mr. Alvian and Miss Cleantha."
"What do you mean gossip?"
"Mr Alvian and Miss Cleantha are reportedly dating. Some employees saw them coming home together often. And this rumor is growing because yesterday they did not enter the office simultaneously. For today they work as usual" said Dion, worried that the King would be angry.
The king gripped his phone with the palm of his hand.
"Why can cheap gossip like this spread in the office? Cleantha told me a few days ago that Alvian drove her home. But he didn't tell me why he didn't go to work. I'll ask Cleantha and Alvian directly later."
"Good, Sir."
The king hung up the phone in annoyance. When entering the office later, he must straighten out these deviant rumors. It was time he had to acknowledge Cleantha as his wife in public, so as not to have a protracted misunderstanding.
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