MARCO
I decided not to sit next to her because something else might come out of my mouth that I might regret. I looked at her slightly and saw her looking outside and she's in deep thoughts.
What are you thinking about Mirana? I talked to myself then snapped out of it. Why would I even care about that?
I was just paying attention to the road when my cell phone suddenly vibrated. I smiled at what I read. It was Keiro, he says that he can no longer handle his soon to be wife. The two of them were like cats and dogs and I can say that his woman is a good fit for him. She was the only one who made Keiro this mad. Someday he will find out her value and love her with all of her flaws. I turn off my phone and glance at the mirror to see Mirana and I was stunned when I caught her crying but she immediately wipes it away. I averted my attention on the road before she caught me staring at her and in fact, she did look at my direction.
I saw her reflection in my mirror that I had put in front of me. A few minutes passed and we were here in my mansion. After the car's engine was turned off, I immediately drove the driver to which he responded immediately.
She looked frightened as soon as I averted my eyes to her. And that's what I want.
Welcome to your miserable life Mirana.
She was still going to speak but I cut her off. But it's so fucking sad to say that she's wrong.
"This is the place you are living now but before you step your filthy feet at my house I should tell you that, what's on your mind is not what you think you will be in here. Let us just say that you are not a princess that will be served by my servants because you will be one of them too,"
I sternly said and she was stunned. Why? What is she thinking? That she's a damsel in distress and someone rescued him like a lost kitten and fed it with catnip?
"Ohhhhh don't be too shocked. You're the one who asks this first in the first place. And you said you can do anything. So be my servant, don't be picky. Beggars can't be choosers," I sternly said every word I mouthed.
Anger rises on me but I try to control myself.
"But do not worry yourself too much. I know you are not good at cleaning or something like maids do. Your work will be easy, I'm thinking of the child you are bearing too. I'm not that a monster to make your work like an animal. You'll be working for me, like making me a cup of coffee, massage my feet and do my laundry.
You are not here for free, you should work for me to repay me for keeping you because you have my baby. Work will not hurt your pride unless you can pay me a check or cash but wait, what I am thinking? You don't even have money. You can't even barely afford it.
You can't even at least eat three times a day and with a baby in your womb. In my company, I can give you all the necessary things that you need...what the baby's need. Before you step your foot on my floor, I want you to know that all of the types of furniture inside my house are expensive. So don't even think to steal. That's all.
And before I forget, don't think that I'm treating you special, you are still a gold digger in my eyes." I said and left her with no words.
Those are still not enough Mirana. I'm just getting started and I'm starting like it, even more, love it.
***
MIRANA
I slowly sat down in the small chair next to me. I circled my gaze inside the room. It's not bad that I'm staying here. I'm just right that this is my room, I have no right to demand more. It was enough for me to have Marco accept us.
I grabbed my gear and started to fix it in the cabinet in front of me. I carried only a small amount so I wasn't too tired. This room is much nicer than my apartment.
I caught my forehead when I remembered Cello. I had never said goodbye to him. I didn't even have a phone because I had sold it from someone I knew at work because I needed the money. I'm shy to borrow some money from Cello because I also know that he has obligations, especially to his family. I never heard of my twin sister Marina, I wish her the best wedding she will have, the way our dreams like. Fortunately, I listed the numbers in my phonebook.
I jumped into my seat when someone knocked on the door.
"Mirana, it's me Amelia."
I immediately walked to the door and opened it. I saw Amelia on the apron and smiling at me.
"Marco told me to prepare you something to eat. So come and eat. I cooked a delicious dish and hope you like it. It will also be good for the baby you bring," she said and led me to the kitchen.
As soon as we got to the kitchen I was almost impressed with the food served.
"It looks like a fiesta, so many dishes Amelia. Is someone visiting?"
"Nanang, you can call me Nanang."
"Have you eaten Nanang?" I ask as I look all of the prepared dishes they are all look yummy,
"Yes, it's eleven o'clock in the evening so I already ate. We eat well here," he said, sounding sleepy.
"I can do it myself. You sleep, you look tired. I'm worried about you," I said.
"Don't worry about me, I'm just getting old dear and you are not a bother," she replied with a smile.
"Can I ask a favor, Nanang?" I asked and she nodded in agreement.
"Can I text to your cell phone? I sold my phone because I needed it," I explained.
"Of course, here," she willingly took her phone in his pocket and handed it to me.
I immediately texted Cello that I had left my apartment and I did not have a used phone. I said my address well.
"Thank you so much Nanang," I thanked her before returning her phone.
"Are you okay here? I'm still early tomorrow."
"Yes, I can do it myself. I'll keep the food I can't eat. I'll take care of it. Thank you again."
'Do you ever have to thank them?" she laughed.
"I'm going ahead, my room is just over there. Just call me when you need me."
"All right."
After I finished eating, I hung up my dishes. I kept some of the foods I hadn't moved. I didn't notice that I was eating too much, I really am pregnant.
After I had finished the table, I took a glass to drink water. As I approached the refrigerator, the glass slipped out of my hand. Footsteps ran in my direction and landed on Marco's adonis face. In his eyes, the concern was immediately replaced by the cold gaze in the blink of an eye.
"What happened?" he asked as if I had committed a great sin.
"The glass slip-" he cut off my speech.
He looked at the broken glass.
"Do you know how much that glass is worth?" he asked looking straight into my eyes. My fingers fidgeted and he knows that I am now nervous.
"I'll replace that. I'm sorry," I apologize.
"My question is, do you know how much glass you have broken?" he asked again.
"N-no"
"It's worthless ... like you are worthless," he said coldly and left me alone.
