Chapter 4 Lying

"You're surprised, aren't you?"

"Where's Ares?"

Feby suddenly crossed her arms in front of her chest. She did not expect that it would be that man.

"Why, huh?" Angga smiled wryly while looking disgustedly at Feby. "Are you thirsty for caresses? Want to play with me?"

"Don't be impudent!" Feby immediately bulged her eyes.

Angga growled and then moved his body forward, making Feby reflexively take a few steps back. "I also don't want to touch used goods like you!"

"Shut up! What are you doing here?"

Angga did not answer. However, the man immediately took out a golden-colored velvet box from his shirt pocket.

"From Mr. Ares for you. A gift because you have conceived a boy," Angga muttered so flatly.

Feby shook her head weakly. A look of disappointment began to appear on her beautiful face. "Where did Mr. Ares go?" This time her voice sounded soft.

"You're still asking too? Tsk tsk. Mr. Ares was enjoying the warmth with his wife. Don't forget that tonight is their wedding day. I guess... you also captured that moment in your head, right? You also witnessed the intimacy of the couple who are legal in the eyes of religion and the state."

"Angga!"

The man grinned. He immediately grabbed Feby's right hand which was still crossed in front of his chest and then made the palm in an upturned position. Then put the rectangular box there.

"Mr. Ares will not come."

Feby was silent without intending to reply to the words just now. Especially when Angga looked at Ares' cell phone which had been used as their communication tool. If that was the case, her hopes of disturbing her husband were dashed.

It can't be helped. This time Feby had to spend the night alone like before.

The golden box just bounced on the bed. It seemed that the master was not interested in seeing what was inside.

Feby squealed silently. Bursting into silent tears because she didn't know what else to do. The beautiful and luxurious necklace that cost quite a lot earlier completely failed to cure the loneliness she was suffering from now. Oh. She was so tormented.

"What the hell, Mom? I'm with Ares," said Feby who was tinkering with her cellphone. Inevitably she switched the call mode to video. "He's in the bathroom. Do you want to take a peek?"

[Oh!] No wonder you're hard to reach. It turns out you're missing him. That's good, I thought your husband was busy all the time."]

"Ares knows when to see me. That's it. I'll hang up first."

Forced to lie again. How could Feby say that she and her husband hadn't seen each other for almost a month? Maybe she will continue to be terrorized by scathing questions or insinuations later. So that's all that was done now.

Wanting to get rid of all the bad thoughts that hit her, Feby decided to go downstairs and have breakfast using the hotel facilities. She never expected to see her husband with his family again.

This time their distance was quite far. Hardly anyone would even notice if Feby was watching them from her current position. However, again her husband's sour-faced assistant had given her a threatening look. So she was forced to look away.

"Auntie, can you please get me some green bean porridge over there? I'm in trouble," whined the six-year-old girl with bangs standing next to Feby.

"It's okay. Just for a moment."

Feby bent down slightly to look at the child's sweet face. Her eyebrows began to knit together when she realized something.

"Why? Has the porridge run out? Citra said there was only a little left." The child immediately winced.

Feby then shook her head with a smile. "It's still there. Just a moment. I'll get it over there."

Luckily, there was still about one portion left. Feby, who had originally intended to have breakfast with the same menu, finally relented for the sake of the boy. Then gave the last bowl of porridge.

"Thank you, Tante. My name is Sesil. I'm sitting over there with Mommy, Daddy, sister Citra, and sister Tiara. Hello."

"Nice to meet you, dear."

Just as Feby was about to stroke the young girl's long hair, a burly arm stopped her.

"You were called mami. Don't go far," said the man.

"Okay, Uncle," the little girl replied. She smiled and waved goodbye to Feby. "Thank you, Tante. I'll go first."

Feby replied with a nod of her head.

"Don't do anything careless, Feb!" snapped the man who was none other than Angga himself. "You will regret it if Mr. Ares finds out that his children were approached by you."

Feby immediately chuckled. "We even met by accident. Last night alone he wasn't angry because he knew I was here."

"You're wrong! You survived because I didn't tell him where you were."

"Oh yeah?" Feby smacked her lips.

"Trust me, if Mr. Ares finds out you saw him, don't blame me this time. So leave right now!"

"Angga!!!"

The man named Angga gave Feby a sharp look and then quickly turned around to face his boss. Inevitably his hand gave the code for the woman to leave immediately. Feby's daily life is only used to splurge and relax. The disbursement of funds and luxurious facilities obtained are sufficient and even excessive for her from her husband. However, everything feels false because she actually lacks attention from that man.

Like now. Satisfied with shopping for a collection of luxury goods at the mall opposite the hotel, Feby also took the time to go to the salon. All the services she found attractive were easily available to her since becoming the common-law wife of Ares Dwi Pranata."Ma'am, the phone keeps ringing," said the therapist who was massaging Feby's scalp."It's important."

"From whom, please read it!" said Feby, who was a little annoyed that her comfort had been disturbed.

"The writing ... Mom." With a lazy movement, Feby grabbed her cellphone. She moved a little away because she was worried that their conversation would be heard by others.["Feb, you're still safe, right?"]

"Safe? Why again, Mom?"

["During break time, I saw the news on TV. It said that today Regent Kembang and his wife attended the inauguration of the new bridge in Kenanga village. You said you and your husband stayed at the hotel last night, so why -"]

Feby chuckled softly."Never mind, ma'am. Don't exaggerate. There's nothing wrong with me. Don't panic like that, why?"

["Yes, it's natural for you to panic. It's normal that you're panicking because you have a son who is an official's mistress, Feb."]

"I can take care of myself, Mom. At least my marriage is not an example of mom and dad."

["How presumptuous of you, Feb. It's a good thing you care!"]

"Never mind, Mom. I still have a lot of business." Feby exhaled a rough breath. Again, she could not control herself when talking to her mother. Somewhat feeling guilty. However, she was reluctant to confess because she still did not accept the insinuation of the middle-aged woman who said she was a harlot under the guise of a second wife."Have you finished the call?" asked the therapist with a smile?

Feby nodded slowly. Then returned to her original seat. Her eyes were closed, but she could still hear the voices of the rich women in the room.

"I don't mind my husband playing with girls out there. The important thing is that he still comes home."

"Uh seriously?"

"Yes. Our husbands only consider the girls there as toys."

"Yes. It's impossible to marry them. What a loss, huh?"

"That's why we also have to be smart in finding a man. Hahaha!"

Laughter erupted throughout the room. While Feby growled inside. She wanted to scream that she was treated differently by her husband.