Chapter 3 Satronized

Early in the morning before the sun greeted the Pasundan earth, Kinar was forced to open his eyelids. Glancing at the clock on his bedside nightstand, it was a little over six o'clock. This means that Kinar has only been asleep for about three hours. Night is the most active time for Kinar to caress every script on his laptop. And the knock on the door of his boarding room was very disturbing. "Who?" Kinar shouted and downed his cold drink straight from the bottle. He staggered towards the door and opened it. A pair of shiny black loafers further wrinkled Kinar's forehead and eyes. Kinar did not have an appointment with anyone. Kinar also had no intention of leaving his boarding house. So who is this, huh? "Looking for who, huh?" asked Kinar with his head poking around to see the surrounding conditions. It was still quiet. Some of the boarders were still asleep. Not all workers here will enter at the same time. It depends on each company's policy. "Ms. Kinar?" Both of Kinar's eyebrows furrowed once again at the mention of his name. Whether it was a greeting or a nickname, Kinar had no idea who the man in front of him was. "I am Teguh," he introduced himself. Kinar nodded and stood up more relaxed. "There is a delivery from Mrs. Ivana Wijaya." Wow... Kinar was surprised to hear such a familiar name. Who doesn't know Ivana Wijaya? Everyone also knew this beautiful woman was Anan's wife. Now, what became Kinar's question once again was: what was the entrustment given to Kinar this early in the morning? "Sorry to disturb Mrs. Kinar's rest time." Teguh was still standing in the doorway of Kinar's boarding house but several people began to enter and carry items in paper bags that had no idea what they contained. "Please accept. It's a mandate from Mrs. Ivana that Mrs. Kinar must accept." "Why me?" Kinar was confused when all the items filled the floor of his boarding house. Already cramped with these items, Kinar's boarding house was even more crowded. Anyway, the question Kinar asked was really useless. Because when it comes to the conglomerate, there is no time to refuse. So of course the answer was clear and could be deduced by himself. "I'm not sure but Ms. Ivana likes Ms. Kinar." "Yes?" It sounded very ambiguous but that's how rich people talk. Saying what he likes and discarding what he thinks is no longer useful. Kinar desperately wished to be useless and discarded. Teguh nodded with a big smile. His answer was the same as Anan's. The married couple were very good at making others confused. "And this." Teguh handed over a white bushel depicting the flowers of the olden days. The red ones looked like roses at first glance, but different people would give different answers about the type of flower. "For Mrs. Kinar's breakfast, Mrs. Ivana's own cooking." "For me?" Kinar pointed a finger at himself because he found this strange. Kinar was confused and didn't know what to do. "And maybe this will continue." Teguh smiled after wondering if this was the right choice for Kinar to make. "Enjoy." Teguh left there. Withdrawing before Kinar gave his approval. His face was stunned with his eyes sweeping one by one the paperbags on the floor of his boarding house. Do you think Kinar is stupid to refuse Anan's invitation to contract marriage? Anan is the one who is the target of many women out there. Kinar often hears the desire of these women to become his mistress, mistress, mistress or even be able to have a one night stand with Anan. Great! It's crazy but Anan's charm is second to none. Like an actor in Korean dramas. Handsome and well-established. But why did he have to be the one who was patronized by these two strange couples, anyway? "I thought it was a dream." Kinar grumbled with his hand closing the door of his boarding room and his foot dragged into his room. Before that, his breathing became heavy again. His eyes looked at all the paper bags on the floor. There was a desire to open them all. Also the contents of the bushel that Teguh had given her. "Never mind!" Only in Kinar's mind. In fact, his body reunited with the mattress and blanket. Kinar piled one hand on his face. Trying to drive away all the thoughts that disturbed his head. Hoping that this is just a dream or one of the characters in his novel whose fate suddenly changes. Unlike Anan's morning. Unusually, Anan's mood was immediately shattered. All this time, Anan would let his wife's behavior go. Anan understood his love for Ivana. Today is an exception. "Why?" Ivana still dared to ask in between buttoning Anan's shirt. "Your face is so sour that it's unpleasant to look at." "You're too much!" "What am I doing?" Ivana switched to smoothing the collar of Anan's shirt and smiled once the tie of her choice was neatly in place. "I made you vegetable rice cake. It has wings and thighs too." "Start!" "Are you nagging?" "I like it!" Anan no longer knew how to deal with Ivana. Giving up was not a wise thing for Anan to do. The way Ivana interpreted Anan's feelings of love was wrong. Labeling Anan as an acute love slave is no longer his level. Anyway, Ivana made Anan a man who had no self-esteem at all. "I said I'm fine." Anan took a deep breath. "Do you realize that you're doing it wrong?" "No! I know what I'm doing is right. I also know my actions are for the good of both of us. Why do you like to nag so much?" Anan's gaze turned sad. There was no desire to avenge Ivana's actions. It should have been a long time ago when making Ivana Wijaya as an option Anan had realized that the woman standing in front of him could not be defeated just like that. A will always be A. It will never change into B or C. "Whatever." Anan's two limbs lifted towards the exit of his room. But Ivana's movement was no less agile. Hugging Anan from behind, wrapping both hands around Anan's muscular stomach and his face against Anan's back. Ivana sprinkled small kisses there. Anan's weak spot was being attacked by Ivana and Anan knew there was nothing he could do but keep quiet. Enjoying what his wife was doing. "This time I admit I was wrong," Ivana said softly and her face pressed even more against Anan's back. "I realize I was too selfish by asking you for this and that, even silly things. But I have no other choice but to do this. And looking at Kinar, it's like looking at myself. I feel like he's a reflection of me all this time. Please, Anan." Anan was weak and lame. One hand clenched into a tight fist. Holding back anger and hoping this was just a dream. Every day when his eyes opened, that was his only hope. Unfortunately, it was impossible. "I sent Kinar some clothes and things he might need. I also brought him my breakfast. Do you think he'll like it?" Anan remained silent. His heart felt numb even as Ivana casually rubbed his chest. No special feelings flowed as usual. "I brought thighs and wings. Between the two I don't know which one Kinar likes. It's your favorite of all so I think he should learn to like what you like." "Whatever." Anan released Ivana's embrace and walked out. No turning around, no affectionate pecking, and no affectionate goodbye. Anan was fed up with Ivana's actions at will even when she invaded Kinar's boarding house without his permission.