Chapter eleven

'Everything's gonna be alright.' Posted.

Comments coming like tornado. There's a lot of questions, Of course. In social media? —it's given. She's not like this, she doesn't want to post everything happening to her, she doesn't want to let her life be the center of attention like this.

But hell, she's trembling inside, crying on herself in the corner of her bed. She didn't even get out for an hour now. She just cocoon herself in her bed with her own comforter.

She can hear the laughter coming from the fiancee, a flirty laughter than can piss anyone —most especially, her. She sighed, cooed 'Bitch' and wrap her self more with her comforter.

Why not just go upstairs? Where she can't hear them flirting? Why here inside the madam's room where she can hear everything? In her mind, she can even hear the kissing sound— if ever they're kissing, again.

She snapped.

But then she realized, who is she to feel those? Who is she to complain? Who is she to be mad at them? While she is the fiancee and she, herself is the fucking buddy while the fiancee is away?

She doesn't have the rights. They don't have a label in the first place — even just black label, nothing.. Just pleasures, just like that. No more, nothing else.

The virgins 🙄🤔

Well, the name of their group is now not applicable to her, it doesn't fit her at all now. she's already broken, her spot is already ruined —and sated.

Gingercute: hey gurl.. You okay?? Or you okay —was.. I mean, you still alive? You can survive, yeah?? 😳

BeaBeast: What now Bru? You still can live? Or crying a river now? Wanna fight? 😏😏

Yummy jessa: fight back? Or kill 'em on? Or fight back? —Choose wisely 😏

CutieCathy: We are just here—not there — because we are here, just speak, girl. I will hire the whole bar of my Bebe RR. Just for you.. Call me if want to be wasted the whole night. Yeah boi! 😁

BeaBeast: you're a slut @cutiecathy. When did RR become your Babe?? Ehh? The heck imagination of yours is too high— on the highest level 😏😏

She sighed.

Her friends are just like this, she doesn't know if they're really wanted to help her or they're just adding salt to her cut heart.

But they are—they're good, just bullies and she loves them, as they are to her. She can lean on them, but she chose not to. She can still breath tho.

MikaEls: guys, thanks. See you soon.

Soon, she can cry out loud, louder than now.. Soon she can live.. Soon—but she doesn't want to fight. Fighting for what? Nothing? — she doesn't want to.

She's cool, very independent one, she can fight— she can even kill if she wants too. She can talk and fight for her right, but for Samuel? She couldn't.. She doesn't have the rights to do those..

One of her character, she can easily hide emotions. So, it's just easy for her to hide her grief, her pains and her madness. She can easily hide her jealousy.

She's used to it, she used to hide her emotions — from her mother, everytime she's talking hurtful word towards her, she's just accepting it, no emotions can show up in her face.

'Yeah, I can do it with him also' she mumbled.

She's the eldest between her and her sister, she's always been hearing hurtful words coming from her mother, since she is the opposite of her sister—her mother's words—then, she can always be the 'bad' and her sister will always be the 'good' luck in their family.

Her mother is fault finder kind of person. Of course , in her 27 years in this world, she did not even talk back to her, not even once. She will just remain silent every time she's talking, even if it's killing her inside—she didn't talk back.

That's her.. It hurts but that's her..

She decided to get out, in her mind— she can still live. Just more day.. Just one day and she will be out of this house—forever.

"Hey girl, can you please give me orange juice? Fresh please. And put a lot of ice in it!"

The moment she passed by in her sit, she ordered her that. She tssk.

Smiling and blanc face, she stopped in front of her and ask her 'What else'.

What else? Is there more interesting than being ordered and suddenly become the 'maid' by the fiancee of the man she love? If there's more, why not just give her in one time.. She can still live, right?

'Fuck you bitch!' she hissed at her inner mind.

" Eh , ma'am I will do it! " Nana Magda said, grimace in her face. She can tell, Nana Magda is holding back her anger.

She smirk.

"Nana , I want the new house keeper, okey?"she said in a very pretentious smile.

Her lips tugged up, Samuel is not in the house, she wonder where he is while she just hear his laughter few hours ago.

"Come again madam?" she said, with a very cold voice, no emotions and just glaring at her..

She saw her gasp. Flinch a little.

But that just few seconds, she's now laughing flirty. Just an inch patience she have, few inch.

'Be calm self'

As she is talking to herself, her eyes narrowed a lil bit. She comfort more herself, because she knows herself better than anyone else, she can strangle her to death if she will ask to.

"I said, fresh orange juice with a lot of ice. Are you deaf? I bet not, right?" her brows went up—it's so up tho—and smirked on her.

"No , I'm not. Okay, wait for a few minutes, please." she said in a very calm voice. She smiled sweetly and walked away from her.

But in her inner body, she's Inflicts in anger. She clench her jaw and gritted her teeth murmured 'Bitch' as she walk through the kitchen.

"Ma'am , I'll do it, you are not a maid here. I'm mad—so mad at her! She's like that ever since, maybe because The old madam— Madam Corazon and her grandmother are best friends!"

So, that's it. So what? So what if she's a granddaughter of the madam's Best friend? What is it to her? ' As if I care! You're not that beautiful, fyi!' she mumbled.

But that woman is rich, she's not. What is she? She can't fight with how they live,maybe in face— ' I'm beautiful, even hotter than her, and yet Samuel is with her..'

Mumbling and cooing, she took orange and cut it in half, Nana Magda is just watching her with a grimace in her face.

" it's fine Nana, it's simple. I can do this—do you have poison here?" she said while smirking.

Nana Magda' s face went straight from grim to laughing at what she said.

"Ah.. You're so cute, give me that. I will do it!" Nana magda said while shooking her head.

"Or, should I put sleeping pills Nana? So that our ears will be on rest for hearing nothing —she's too loud laughing!" she said.

"Could you?" Nana Magda said, chuckling.

"It can't kill—poison is good, better tho" she tssk.

Nana Magda burst out on laughter and then Mona came in, Mona frown as she is looking at what she's doing.

"What's going on Grandma?" Mona ask, but still glaring at her hands squizing the orange fruit.

"You want to drink orange juice big sis? Give me that, I'll do it for you. You just need to ask, you know!" she said, smiling. "If only I know you want orange, then I should have given you, not just apple!" she added.

She shook her head and finished the orange till she fill in the big glass.

"it's for your Madam- to- be, tssk, be ready Mona, she will be your death — just put poison in this please!" she said while handling over the glass to her.

Mona who was giggling a while back, frowning. "What poison.?" she ask innocently.

She giggled and pinch her cheek "Put a lot of ice, that's her order!" she said.

"Madam, my ass!" Mona said while putting ice on the glass. She chuckled.

Mona sighed heavily.

"What can I say, I don't have any choice than to serve her if ever they will come back to each other, Sir Samuel is the one who is paying my school, so yeah— I can live, yeah?" Mona said. Sad is written all over her face while giving back the glass to her.

"yeph" she just said.

Even if it's killing her, the thought of them— being together, is killing her, cutting her into pieces inside. But she doesn't have to be like others that forcing themselves to the man they love even that man doesn't feel the same way.

She will just go, silently, go back to where she belongs. She will leave Samuel in peace, without any guilt. She will leave the man she's with for the past 6 months of her life.

The man whom she spent the night with for how many times. Atleast she got the chance to slept with him tho.

See? She told her self once, it's not good to hope, it's not good to anticipate, to expect. It will just turn you into brokenness — it's true.

But still it's hurting, she put 1/4 of her feelings in hoping tho.

'Fuck it! I'm dying!'