Revenge of an Abused Wife
Sleep Well

Next day.

Milan began to open his eyes, beautiful fertilizer in a soft and soft blink with a wide open mouth. Sleeping in a room that is not too wide on a small bed with a thin mattress even just covered in worn sheets makes him smile instantly.

He did not expect that his sleep would be this silent, his body even felt light, the burden of mind that he had been carrying as if flying with the dream he had last night.

''Huaaaa ...'' Milan spread out his hands and then curled up again as if reluctant to end his deep sleep.

''Why is it so comfortable to be here?'' milan muttered hugging the bolster pillow which was also a little worn.

Gts ... Gts ... Gts ....

The door of the room was suddenly knocked to make Milan immediately rise and sit with eyes that look still holding drowsiness.

''Who ...?'' shouted Milan lazily.

''It's me, who else?''

''Yes, who are you?''

''This is me Zergo, can I come in?'' yelled Zergo from out there.

''Yes, come in.''

Czech ...

The door of the room was opened, Zergo stood in front of the door and smiled looking at Milan who was currently sitting, however, he was, with visible eyes still resisting drowsiness and slightly disheveled hair however, it looks so pretty in Zergo's eyes.

''What's up? still this morning, I am still sleepy, replied Milan reluctantly.

''I want to go to the plantation, you want to come?''

''Plantation ...? where's it?''

''Near ko, there is behind this house, '' replied Zergo with eyes that are still staring without blinking Milan's face that looks innocent without the slightest make-up.

''You alone, I am lazy, later my hands are dirty hit by the ground, the remembrance, the heat again, ''' replied Milan again lying down.

''Hmm ... Yes, I live. Later when it is finished my plantation will take you home, replied Zergo and then closed the door from the outside.

Milan just nodded flatly.

Hearing the word home, for some reason, made Milan's heart feel upset, he did not want to leave this simple house that felt comfortable, something strange right? yesterday he was so eager to go home and now, his heart felt reluctant to leave this simple house, making Milan even feel astonished in fact.

''I don't want to go home, '' murmured Milan with closed eyes and tightly hugged a bolster pillow.

Not long after, Milan was immediately fast asleep, soundly hugging the bolster pillow as if without the slightest burden.

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Two hours later.

''Huaaaa ...''

Milan stretched out his two long hands, his mouth seemed to be opened wide with eyes that still held back drowsiness, he even scratched his long hair that was now a mess.

''What time is this?'' milan murmured looking out the window.

The sunlight that had been so hot made him have to slightly frown, whether since when the window was open, or not, maybe because he slept so soundly made him unconscious when Zergo the owner of the house opened the curtains and windows in his room.

Although feeling lazy, Milan finally got up and then came down from the bed.

Czech ...

There were no shouts of reporters swarming around every time he met, no shouts of fans every time he exited the house, and there is no personal assistant Lydia's nagging that always shows the schedule of activities that she will do every day.

Given the figure of Lydia made Milan take a deep breath, the affair with the husband with the help of his trust made his heart feel broken, and lazy to return to the city.

Bruk ....

Milan dropped himself on the chair, leaning his back and head on the back of the chair trying to neutralize his thoughts and forget the bitter events that befell him.

''Why do you remember them all? shit ... Disturb the atmosphere, '' Milan grunts closed their eyes.

''You're awake ...?'' tanya Zergo walked from behind.

''Eh you ...! is it finished on the farm?'' ask Milan.

''Udah, how, do you want to go home now?'' asked Zergo to sit in a different chair.

''Hmm ... I'm afraid you are busy, how if you finish your work first, it's okay ko I wait, ''' replied Milan reasoned.

''My job is done, I am not good because yesterday I promised you will come home.''

''Nothing, eu ... You want to go to the market, right? just go to the market first, but I'm not coming, just wait here.''

''To the market already yesterday, tomorrow new to the market again, ''' replied Zergo felt astonished, because the woman named Milannita was like deliberately stalling.

''Oh so ... He .. he. .. he ...'' Milan squeaked, scratching his head which actually did not feel itchy at all.

''Uhuk ... Tell me you really don't want to go home?'' zergo chirps make Milan's face instantly reddened.

''Wh-who said? I just don't want to take care of you, I'm afraid you're busy, anyways where I live far away, it takes three hours to get there, ''' replied Milan hiding his embarrassment.

''Yes, it's okay if you are still here, I'm happy.''

''Ikh ... What the hell?''

''Want to go to the plantation?'' take Zergo and stand up.

''Wait, I haven't had a shower?''

''No need to take a shower, no shower you are beautiful.''

''Ish ... don't be a dreadlocks, '' Milan replied with a slight smile.

''Well, in saying dreadful deh, actually you are already beautiful, writhing you innocently without makeup gini makes your beauty look natural, '' Zergo chirps sound sincere.

For some reason Milan's heart seemed to float, getting praise from a man named Zergo it really makes his heart feel flowery, but, in fact, this is not the first time he said beautiful, beautiful, those words of course he had heard from the crowd a lot.

However, it felt different when the young man who was only one day he knew it said it, but, like there is a strange touch of speech that comes out of the lips of this young man who is able to penetrate the niches of the famous artist who has been much in puja and praised by many people.

''How, would you like to come? even daydream again, asked Zergo who did not get any answers from the woman before him.

''Oh ... Eu ... Yes, I'm coming. But is it okay to wear a gini shirt?''

''Ha .. ha .. ha .. ha ...! Miss Milannita, we're just going to the estate, not the Fashion show.'' Zergo replied with a crisp laugh.

'Oh my God, what is this? why is his smile so sweet, ' (Inner Milan )

Zergo reached out his hand to help Milan to rise from his seat, and whatever possessed the soul of a Milannita, he received a helping hand of the young man who had a sweet smile, her warm palms she held firmly, as if only this time she felt the warmth from the fingers of a man she had never gotten from her husband.

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