Married Former Napi
Laura

Light yellow hands with plump fingers grasping the handle of a cup containing Piccolo. His ears remained alert listening to the important information he accidentally got from the baker delivering orders at the cafe barista.

"Pantes aja sir, kok Mas-mas East Asian faces are usually often order almond milk less sugar uda rarely come here?" once the customer makes the barista can respond to the topic thrown by the baker, typical julid chat complex mothers.

"Yes Mas, my turnover is also reduced, usually at least once every two days non Valencia there is an order. Only a few times there are more men who come there, rich different people Mas. Wear a black leather jacket every come, and not for long also at least 30 minutes trus already no. What is the new PLN officer, Mas?", Oceh Mr. Roni the baker.

"Open Sir, the complex here has all tokens.so it is not the time of PLN officers check meter per month."

The chirping of birds rang, Mr. Roni and the barista turned towards the entrance. The top of the cafe entrance is given a sensor that will sound the chirping of birds when there are customers entering.

"Sir Roni, I have a customer.This is the bread, take it back"

"Thank you mas. yes yes yes, excuse me," until outside Mr. Roni count the payment that turns out to fit no excess. "weeh basic medit!! (coat)"

The barista was processing his second guest order that morning, take away menu 5 cup latte prepared quickly see buyers who seem pursued time and neat clothes look like ready to menyaz rizky with office employee status. The woman who had come an hour ago was still sitting down staring at the mobile phone screen located on the table, occasionally looking at the street complex, the glass cafe wall makes the radius of view of the eye unobstructed.

It turns out that it is deserted and uninhabited just like the CCTV I installed never showed any movement. The inner woman who was observing the house of Valencia.

"Sir Laura's home or office is here too? "

The sound of the barista who had already approached the table shocked Laura.

"Oh anu, friend's house. How do you know my name??"

Black barista sweet thick brow, curly hair smile thin, "will every make an order I always ask the name of the customer, yes the goal can be for introductions like this as well Ma'am, but if the SOP (Standard Operating Procedure) from the office to ensure the order in accordance with the name of the order"

Laura just nodded, not wanting to linger and share information, she immediately took a break and walked into the compound and walked around to head to the bus stop.

Walking slowly in front of the Valencia house carefully so as not to attract attention, Laura was about to enter a canned letter containing a threat through the gap of the lower door of the Valencia house. Laura put her hate on Valencia and bore a grudge.

Every loss needs a subject to blame. That's what's going on. Since marrying Valencia, Laura felt Dion changed not even caring about her family anymore.

Before marriage, Dion was very diligent in visiting his mother in a mental hospital. Acute depression and anxiety disorders led doctors to suggest that Dion's mother be treated there. The cost is not small but Dion is determined for the health of the mother whatever is done. Until it turns out that 2 years more no progress, Dion began to divide his focus between the family and Valencia.

The peak of Laura's hatred was when she was married, Dion did not involve her family at all, even she doubted that Valencia knew where Mom was being cared for. What Laura heard, Dion told me that their family had a big family event that could not be left behind to be present at her wedding.

Laura is still inexhaustible, why the Valencians do not question Dion's reason. Laura does not know that Dion's true guise is already known to Daddy Hero who tries to remain silent waiting until when the secret about his family will be told to Valencia.

In the eyes of Laura and her sisters, Dion is very depressed to have to meet the glamorous style of Valencia, although in fact all Dion's needs are also still filled Valencia but of course Laura does not know and does not want to know.

Hatred, resentment, heartache, vengeance close the door of truth so that the obsession with the goal of ego satisfaction to vent emotions can be channeled.

It was Laura who mixed salt with arsenic. When she heard that Dion had left Indonesia, Laura looked for a way to get into Valencia's house. Even though Dion had already sent 10-digit (min 1M) money with the message it was the last remittance for Mom, Laura, to get her, and his two younger siblings because after this Dion wants to start a new sheet of his own life but Laura still catches that Dion's actions want to be separated from his family is due to the instigation of Valencia.

Hurting, stalking, injuring, and scaring Laura's plans, she wanted Valencia to be able to have the same fate as her mother. Laura again did not really care that Dion had left problems with Valencia.

Access to the house can be done easily when Dion's office is still operating and Valencia is seen going out, it did not take long for Laura to use the opportunity. But one month later there was no news of Valencia's death. Plan B was run by sending people to damage Valencia's car brake pads.

Failure continues to be faced, but Laura is not the name if you give up with repeated failures. The motivation for failure is proof of the success of the business that has not been maximized, then it is still necessary to keep trying.

Hearing that Valencia has moved to Daddy Hero's house and it's difficult to live with other men, makes him even more furious. Insults, threats, emotional outbursts have been written and hope Valencia soon disturbed his calm.

Just as Laura was about to step into the terrace of a cluster-type house without a fence, she heard the slow pace of the sport bike behind her, not wanting to be rash, Laura stuffed the letter into the bag, waiting.

"Excuse me, who are you? " reproved a man in a black leather jacket. Exactly like the story of Mr. Roni the baker.

"Oh I'm Rara.. Is this really a non Valencia house?"

"Rubber"

"I'm from the bank willing to offer a credit card," the habit of previous work experience somehow that reason that is spoken in his mind.

"The person concerned is not at home and it seems that he does not need a credit card, sorry that no other business may not have to wait here."

Laura did not reply, her face changed without a smile and refrained from swearing. He walked away and was still looking for another way to be able to immediately successfully throw an arrow at the target.