WIFE TO THE BLIND MASTER
CHAPTER 13 HOPE
The morning sun greeted him warmly. A beautiful girl was standing in the front yard of the house. The girl with her beautiful braided hair helped the waitress take care of the flower plant.
"Miss, you'd better just go inside the house." A servant told him to stop helping her. But Sania ignored him.
"Miss, please stop. Later I was scolded," said the waiter again.
"Sania, why are you here?" Math's voice suddenly sounded from behind them. The two men looked back. Looks like Math is standing in neat clothes, looks like he'll be coming to the office soon.
"Dad, I'm being—"
"Get in, Sania. Scared that Son needed something, "he ordered. Not that it forbids his son-in-law to leave the house, but the circumstances of Son who desperately needs the help of others. Math is very worried about his son's situation.
"Good, Dad." Sania immediately left. He had not yet reached the front door. There were footsteps of someone approaching. The security guard in front ran up to them all.
"What's wrong? Why are you running?" ask Math.
"Sorry, Sir. In front was a young man who was forcing his way in. Said he wanted to see Miss Sania." Hearing her name called, Sania walked over.
"Want to meet me?"
"Yes, Miss. But I asked her she said she hasn't made any appointments with Miss."
Sania and Math look at each other. Math quickly ended that gaze and walked towards the front. Sania followed from behind. He was also curious about the figure of the man who wanted to meet him.
"Do you have any male friends?" math asked in the middle of them walking.
Sania immediately shook her head. He had no friends, not even female friends. But suddenly he remembered something.
"Jeffery!"
He thought of Jeffry, could he possibly be the one who wanted to meet him?
Sure enough, it was Jeffry who was in front. He repeatedly forced to enter when his question was answered by Mr. Satpam correctly. That Sania was indeed in that house, as the wife of a young master in the house.
"Sania, how are you?" There was a feeling of excitement as well as surprise as she was finally able to see Sania's figure again. The woman who had stolen his heart as fast as lightning. But the truth is now Sania is really married. He was not even invited at all.
"Jeffry, how do you know I'm here?" They looked at each other, the eyes of the man were very disappointed.
"Sania, are you really married?" tanyanya made sure to come back.
Math who listened to the two talk finally let out his voice. "This is your friend, Sania?" The girl nodded.
"Sania, are you really married?" same question the second time. They are both sitting in the living room. After Math tells Sania to bring her friend in.
"Yes, Jeffry. I'm married" he replied, looking down. She was embarrassed because Sania had deliberately moved away from Jeffry. Didn't want his friend to know he was suddenly married. Afraid that Jeffry would scoff at him.
"Why not tell me? Don't you think of me as your friend anymore?" The harsh reality he now accepted. That his lady had married another man. But Jeffry tried to hide his disappointment. At least he could still see Sania and befriend her. To make sure that this woman is okay.
"Miss, you need to get to the room immediately. Mr. Son is awake" whispered a servant to Sania. The woman looked at the confused Jeffry.
"Jeffry, I still have a lot of business. We can meet again next time," he said. Jeffry understood, he finally decided to go home. For a moment he looked at his lady puja with a deep look. She hopes that she will be happy with her marriage.
"Sania, let me know if you have any problems or need any help." Sania was so full of hearing Jeffry's words. Is that Jeffry to her? Just this time there was a gentleman who was sincerely friends with him.
As Sania was walking towards her room. In the middle of the road he runs into Darien. The sister of her handsome-faced husband. Sania tries to smile at him, but Darien still has a flat face making Sania finally embarrassed because of her unrequited smile.
"Wait!" Darien's voice stopped his steps. It looks like no one is there. There's only the two of them. Sania looked back, and so did Darien.
"Yes, Brother. What's up?" asked Sania softly. The two stared at each other.
"If Son hurts you one day, tell me." After saying that Darien immediately left. That guy is as cold as Son. Sania could only sigh at the people inside the house who were so cold in attitude.
"Sania!" the clap on his shoulder made him go up in shock. It's Mrs Luzi. The middle-aged woman looked at him in surprise. Why Sania stood alone and was silent.
"Mother." Sania looked at the lucky Mother Luzi. Having a husband like Math and handsome and successful sons.
"What are you doing here alone?" ask her first daughter-in-law. Letting Son get married, that's a hard thing for him to accept. Son is the last son, he shouldn't have married so soon. When Son decides to get engaged to Vennie, Luzi is also against her. But Son is stubborn.
"It's nothing, Mom. I need to get to the room. Son is awake, I need to bathe him immediately." Sania wanted to leave, but Luzi held her back.
"Sania, a minute," he said slowly. There were many things he had not said to his daughter-in-law, "Sania, be patient. Patience will produce good results."
I don't know why so many people worry about it. Sania feels lucky to be surrounded by good people.
"Yes, Mom. It's Sania's life choice." Sania has been honest with Luzi. That she does not know Son very well, but Sania is sure her marriage will end happily. Every day, he hesitates about his expectations.
Son was sitting in the same bed every day. Looking in any direction with her blank look.
"Who!" Hearing the door of his room open, Son immediately let out a voice.
"Your wife," Sania replied, "you must take a bath immediately. For this time, I won't sneak into the bathroom. I'll wait outside. But if you're in trouble in there, call me."
"You who? Are you happy to finally marry me? You're just after my treasure, aren't you?" The blind man said with a sharp word. Can't believe her husband took her down like that. What could he expect with a blind man like himself? Does he have any treasures?
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