The Wives Injured

papa's business has Denis the late mami clara

"Mom. Let me drop you off, Master Boss has been waiting!" servant's word.

"Capri Alea. Call me a name, I'm not your mother, or your boss's mom!" ketus Alea stepped up.

"Alright Mrs Alea." reply the bodyguard.

Pyuuuh!!

Alea blew the crossed bangs towards her eyes. Sighed and stepped towards the few maids who greeted him.

Gosh darn. I'm going crazy, my life isn't free. I can't move anywhere anymore, shouldn't I be free. If Mas Haris had divorced me unilaterally, I was like Sinta who works every day and quality time well, sleeping comfortably without any weirdos around me at the moment.

But will I be able to, if I visit their home. Looks like a young wife, and a child who was said to be Mas Haris, she's a child that will never be obtained from my womb.

'Ah, it's so crowded if I remember.'

Alea was shocked when she looked at the beautiful dress she had never seen. His eyes twinkled, as if his emotions and mood were decreasing to change in his comfort zone.

"What's this. So we're going to the boutique now?" Alea Lyrics.

The two bodyguards lowered their heads as Alea looked at him.

TLIIITH .. TLIIYTH. ALEA'S PHONE RINGS VIBRATE.

"How, you like it. Choose and measure your clothes according to your body! make no mistake, tomorrow we will make a deal. As per papa Ben!"

"Tu-wait sir. You told me to come quickly, then you weren't there. You mean what?" ketus Alea's.

"Are we not married. Wh why? Or you want to be accompanied by Alea Triapsari fittings. Don't dream. Quickly do well this time! I told the hospital to move your ex-in-law's care, I even helped you and I don't mind your problems. So what else is the payoff?!" cellphone closing.

"But I haven't talked about the cost to you, sir, how can you decide. Uh..! It's turned off."

Alea fell silent, she stared at the mobile screen. Swallowing saliva with a furious face. Those annoyed eyes, and the flushed face were mixed with emotions at the moment.

"Hoooh .. Basic Man Crazyaaaa ..." cried Alea a little tired.

After receiving the call, he felt annoyed at the call. He wanted to vent on two big dwarves, but she was not a woman who could bear, even her guts were not there.

"I haven't had the chance to agree, can I run away at this time?" lirih Alea's.

Alea rolled his eyes, he inevitably did what Theo ordered. Away from the bottom, he wants to go back to work without a man telling him to, but he also needs a fee so that Mama Riris can recover. Surprisingly with the man, all the difficulties he had in mind at the moment, he already knew and decided first without asking.

'What sins am I. What was my mistake so that this test was like a streak, sadness and complexity into one.'

***

IN A DIFFERENT PLACE, HARIS RESIDENCE.

Irene had moved in the Haris mansion. He went around the room, he was quite happy to live in a new place. Assistant named Onah was often his anger when he was not satisfied with the service, even tasting dishes that did not suit his taste.

"Yes. Madam, what's wrong?"

"Pake it again. Can you cook grilled fish anyway? it's too mushy, the seasoning is too much soy sauce. And the edges are too charcoal. Too burnt I don't like it, quickly you make it again. My son, Damian doesn't like this. If I don't cut your pay!"

"Good madam." The housekeeper sighed again.

The reason is after he found out that Miss Alea is not there, and Mr. Haris announced. If Irene is the current mistress of Anggara.

Bi Onah only grumbled when in the kitchen, he grumbled inexhaustibly. If Haris throws away the good Miss Alea, for the sake of a good artist just appearing on television.

Irene climbed the stairs and entered the main room. While Haris is still flushing his body with an air shower, after a pampered struggle a while ago.

Irene stared at Haris' flaming phone, the message display was clear from Alea. Irene opened the message one by one and read it.

'Damn, his ex-wife can't move on. Why does he keep bothering. I'll slap it to meet you Al, it's upsetting the peace of people's husbands. Forgot, I'm Irene, the numbers are all hers I've held for this model I see.'

[ Ma. Can we meet ]" Alea's message.

[So, there's something I want to talk about. Important ]" Alea's message.

[Gold, I'm sorry if you were distracted. But this is about mom. I beg for your help, I can't see it in this condition. Mama needs to be dealt with quickly.] Alea's message.

Aleu .. Aleu. Haaah, are you still calling my husband? Do you want to avenge being the wife of my husband's series at this time, you wear all alibis, my mother's reason. Mom and Mama, you think I'm stupid. I won't let you meet my husband for a second. Irene smiled in a slant.

IRENE COMPLACENTLY, DELETED ALEA'S MESSAGE. AND BLACKEN THE CALL FROM ALEA'S NUMBER.

"In that way, you won't receive messages from useless women anymore. Honey, I don't want you to get close and meet Alea." Irene said, sitting on the bed.

Haris came out of the bathroom, still wet with her hair dry by a small towel. Irene approached and approached, making Haris' eyes perfectly round at this time.

"Darling, Damian's asleep?"

"It's been a dowry, after eating he went to the room. But I'm upset, your maid. How do we fire, and hire a famous chef?" pinta Irene, make Haris swallow the saliva.

"Why should the chef? You're just not used to it yet, remember my office is in a lawsuit. I still need to pay four lawyers, employees all the pay I haven't dropped in over a month."

"Honey, I still have savings. At least one month I pay the chef with my money 30y million. The rest of the next month you are honey." Irene smiled lightly, took the TV remote and turned it on.

'Irene and Alea are clearly different, Alea has never demanded, why I just realized I had hurt her wrongly.' Haris thought, drying the towel myself.

Tbc.

Happy Reading, I want you guys to trace the original spirit author again I'm sad to write the story, originally the story Alea wants me to make in the paid chapter because most of it is on going.

But Author will keep it here, until it's done. Thank you for reading Alea's story, and for the support.