Sherly Williams walked hastily to a room where Farrel Manggala Wdyatmaja worked. Ignoring the calls from secretary Farrell, Sherly continued to barge in. In fact, he almost fell because of his high heels, thankful that he is a model who is used to high heels.
"Miss, you can't go inside, Mr. Farrel is having an important guest," interrupted Rina - Farrel's secretary.
Sherly stopped her steps, then turned and glared at Rina, "You know who you are talking to now? I'm a future wife, your lord!"
"B-but, miss-"
"Shut up, or I'll fire you," threatened Sherly, which immediately made Rina shut up.
Sherly walked back uneasily toward Farrell's room, the twenty-two woman broke into the room that was currently unlocked. His eyes were perfectly rounded, when he saw Farrell with a woman, Hell! Who is that woman, dare to kiss her future husband ?!
Sherly immediately approached Farrell and the woman. Sherly grabbed her hair, until the woman grimaced, "Who are you to dare to approach my future husband, Bitch!"
Retha, the woman growled, "Who in here do you call a future husband, bitch ?!"
Sherly frowned as she examined the woman's face in front of her. Oh, my God. This can't be him, right? Isn't he somewhere far away? How could he come back ?!
"Y-you, how did you get back here ?!"
"What do you mean?" Retha raised her eyebrows, "oh, you must be Sherly Williams, right? The woman my husband has mated with."
Sherly's breath roared roughly, "How did you come back ?!"
"Listen to me, dear Miss Sherly. I, the legal wife of Farrel Manggala Wdyatmaja, have returned. So, you don't have to bother to come here again," Retha folded her arms across her chest, "after all, I've met. Your grandfather and cancel your match with my husband. "
Annoyed, Sherly stomped her foot. The woman rushed out, however, just a few steps away, Retha again shouted her name.
"Miss Sherly Williams," called Retha, which made Sherly's steps stop, "stay away, from my husband. If you still dare to approach her, or even think that you will marry her, I will be the first to dig your grave."
After hearing Retha's words, Sherly rushed out of the tense room while slamming the door violently.
"Wow, it turns out that fierce is your true nature," commented Farrel, who was just watching.
"Even though my hand is itching to reply," Retha walked over to Farrel and sat on the man's lap.
"Ah, sorry for my beautiful wife," Farrel stroked Retha's cheek, then moved to stroking her head, which was Sherly's victim earlier.
"I can't imagine if you married such a barbarian woman," Retha sneered, annoyed.
Farrel chuckled, "Did Dave say anything to you?"
"What?"
"Dave said he likes Bara. He wants to ask a younger brother like Bara, what do you think?" asked Farrel with a mischievous smile.
"Is that what Dave wanted, or you?" Retha hit Farrell's shoulder hard.
"Yes, we both wanted to. Dave wanted a little brother, and I wanted a princess," Farrel chuckled.
"If not a daughter was born?"
"Then we'll keep giving Dave a little brother, until we get a daughter. Even though we have the same boys as the football team," Farrel chuckled, "let's go home."
***
Who knows how many times, Sherly dials someone's number and that person does not pick up. The woman growled in annoyance, tears streaming down her cheeks. His efforts five years ago were in vain, it was all over.
Her cellphone rang again, Sherly looked at her cellphone screen which displayed a row of foreign numbers. Her forehead frowned, a second later Sherly shifted the green icon listed there.
"Yes?" said Sherly.
"Hey, free me!"
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