Mystery Girl Lurer
Spicy taste in the middle of sweet taste

The girl sat down and put her clothes back on, seeing Fredian still lying next to her.

"Why didn't Mrs Derrose call me?" Whisper Irna while buttoning her clothes.

"Should he be from here." Fredian's voice was very relaxed, inching tightly around Irna's waist from behind and kissing her.

"What do you mean?" Irna turned to look at her husband's face.

"He was just here.." He said again with a smile looking at Irna's face that was still confused.

"But I didn't hear it coming?" Said Irna while scratching her forehead.

"You're too busy whimpering, how can you hear." Fredian muttered, his wife's face turned crimson.

"God! this guy! I'm not going to talk to you anymore!" Irna cried out as she inched down from the bed.

Irna rushes to clean herself in the bathroom, then hangs out the clothes.

Fredian sat propping up his chin biting the playing reeds with his lips, in the middle of the door looking at Irna without blinking.

Irna glanced at him for a moment, she just shook her head while shaking the clothes towards Fredian's face.

"Ah, you're making me wet!" Sergeya while looking at Irna's slightly smiling face towards him.

"I finally saw that smile come back, even if it was just a little." The whispers of Fredian's heart.

The man then stood up to help Irna hang out the clothes.

"Are you not going to the office?" Irna asked him without looking.

"I want to stay home longer." He told Irna.

"Usually he's always busy why suddenly even want to stay at home?" Whisper Irna on herself.

"Are you never coming back?" Ask Fredian again.

"Where to go back?" Ask the girl.

"London." Fredian whispered in Irna's ear while hugging her from behind.

Irna kept her head away, from Fredian's lips.

"Why are you always whispering like this? you look like a little cat who keeps sniffing without wanting to stop!" Said Irna while running into the kitchen.

"What did you say! let's try saying it again!" Shouted Fredian while continuing to chase after Irna, got it and then lifted her body.

Irna looked at Fredian's face fixedly, the girl smiled then whispered.

"May I kiss your cheek?"

Fredian closed his cheek without answering.

"Have you forgiven me?" Ask Fredian.

Fredian did not reply, but instead immediately poked his lips. A few minutes later, release it.

Irna got down from Fredian's arms, the girl took a embroidered hat, a small basket and scissors.

"Where are you going?" Ask to see Irna go out the kitchen door.

Irna pointed at the hill a little far from her home, then walked away leaving Fredian.

"I'm coming!" Fredian picked up a jacket that had a headscarf. He covered his head with it.

After a long walk they arrived at a garden, located inside a greenhouse.

Irna opened the lock and went inside.

"When have you been gardening?" Fredian asked amazed to see the fruits there.

"Since the beginning I've been here, I've spent more days here."

Irna picked up some cut fruit with scissors then put it in the basket.

"This is the key, once it's done, just deliver it to the house." He told one of the workers.

The worker just nodded, they brought a cart to transport the fresh fruit after it was sold they would deposit the money to Irna's house.

"Well this is cool, besides being an architect you can still garden." Fredian bit a fresh apple.

"I also don't know if I'll still be with you, so I decided to start everything alone." Irna muttered as she walked out of the greenhouse, returning to her house.

"I want us to be together like we used to." He held both of Irna's arms.

"Take me to your mother's house." Irna stepped back into the house.

The girl changed clothes, preparing to go to the Derrose family home.

After getting there, Irna saw Alfred smiling cheerfully. The boy ran around carrying the ball with Fredian's father.

Seeing the arrival of the two of them Fredian's father stood up, holding his granddaughter to take Irna and Fredian into the house.

Fredian's mother was busy in the kitchen making cakes and porridge for her favorite granddaughter. Seeing the two of them coming, Madame Derrose stopped her work and approached her only son, who hugged her.

"Mama, I forgive her, can you take it back?" Said Fredian still hugging tightly to his mother, sobbing. Made Mrs Derrose's shoulders shaken.

"I can't bear to lose her again, I can't live without her by my side.. Mom, I feel like I haven't had a life in the last three years." Said Fredian again, making his mother cry.

Madame Derrose nodded as she tightly hugged her beloved son. Then let go of his embrace looking towards Irna who had just lowered her head without daring to look towards her mother Fredian.

"I let it be with you! but remember, I can't forgive you. And my granddaughter let her stay here, I'm so lonely because you took my only son." Looking towards Irna.

"Good Mistress." Irna said as she continued to look down, the girl's hands seemed to tremble.

"Your body is so skinny! aren't you eating enough? I don't want my son to be busy taking care of you if you're sick. And that dress of yours, replace it with a more decent outfit! so that you look worthy to stand next to my son! don't do anything that would pollute our family name again! otherwise, I won't hesitate to ruin your life!" Shouted Madame Derrose while pointing at Irna's face.

Fredian held his mother's shoulder.

"Mama, she's still my wife. Mama don't say that, she's the one who's pregnant with a granddaughter for the successor to the Derrose family." Fredian said as he hugged his mother back.

Irna could not bear to not cry, the girl cried without a sound.

"Is this what I want? I was constantly denigrated for the drop of ink I had scratched on their faces. I deserve insults and insults. I really deserved it. But this is not what I want for the rest of my life." His words in the heart.

"If Mrs Derrose is not pleased with me being by your son's side, I will leave and will not return. And I will leave Alfred here, because he is indeed the son of Fredian. I feel unworthy to live among your family. I am indeed an undeserving lowly woman!"

"I hope you keep your only son from looking for me. And I kicked him out of my rundown house, but he insisted on not leaving. Then excuse me, and here I return."

Irna forcibly pulled the necklace to make her neck bleed. The girl put a blood-soaked necklace on the table.

"You're such a stubborn woman! I gave up my only son for you but you said that instead?!" Shouted Madame Derrose seeing Irna firmly on her stance.

"Yes I don't deserve him, so I'll leave him, I'll get away from him." Irna added with a smile amid the tears that kept flowing soaking her cheeks.

His head was still looking up at the ceiling of the magnificent house holding back his tears. Irna flipped over her body and went out of the Derrose family home.

"I will never beg to live among them! it never will! I don't live to be trampled on, how many times did her mother say that I wasn't worthy of her son, if it wasn't worth it I'd get out!" Irna held the sadness in her heart.

Irna stepped over the gontai while continuing to smile in tears.

"Even if I love you, President Fredian, but I will never live under your family's feet to be trampled upon." His whisper as he stepped towards the nearest stop.

"I was wrong! but he keeps bringing it up! what a great thing about having a President's husband like him! he is not the only president in the whole world! I have returned your son and your grandson! Aaaakkkkkkh I'm so upset! My life is a mess! akh I don't care anymore! I don't want to see his handsome face! I don't care!" Irna continued to grumble along the road leading to the stop.

Fredian ran after him grabbing his hand. But Irna wagged it.

"Irna knew my mother, she just didn't want me to get hurt anymore."

"Go back to your mother, I don't want you anymore! I threw you away! send me the divorce papers immediately! from today I'll throw your suitcase out of my house." Said Irna with a very upset face.

"This girl is sulking again, when this morning just kissed my cheek! my head is so dizzy!" Fredian grumbled while rubbing his neck that felt sultry suddenly.

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