Rose entered his boutique and greeted his employees, who responded with a bow of the head. Rose actually didn't intend to go back to work—she would have gone crazy if it weren't for Dias making her insane. After two years of marriage, she tried to survive, always relenting. After three years, she intended to divorce Dias, but unfortunately the man's mother fell ill, had begun to look striped, and asked Rose not to divorce Dias. In fact, if she intends to pay the slightest attention, she will know what happened to her child's household. The fourth year, everything began to fall apart; his parents questioned their grandchildren, and Dias's parents did too. In fact, sometimes people openly call Rose barren, although not directly and definitively in front of her.
“Morning, Madam, there is a client of Madam who wants to look at the dresses for the party," she said. Rose's trusted employee came to provide information.
“Oh, yes, I said that I have work for a while. "You just tell him to wait in front of Dinar,” he said, telling Dinar, his trusted employee, to tell his client to wait.
Rose likes Dinar, even though he is still in college. He wants to work because it costs him college and also his life.
Rose didn't have a secretary during this time; she raised Dinar a year ago, when all the craze was going on and she needed Dinar. Originally, she intended not to work anymore, not even open her boutique, but after two years of marriage, Rose can be crazy if she continues to let her, so finally she opened the proof again the third year, and it went smoothly, except for the household. Her love is still unrequited.
“How can I help you, Miss?” asked Rose after she completed her task.
“There's ma'am,” the woman said, turning her body, but how surprised she was when she found out that Rose owned the boutique! Rose was the same, but for a moment, he was immediately able to master himself.
“How can I help you?” She repeated, "Rose smiled a smirk at a glance." Only this time they met in person; all this time they were playing hide and seek, like thieves who were afraid of being discovered.
“Ah, I want expensive clothes." "Give me the boutique's best clothes,” she said, pretended to be arrogant, and flicked her hair slightly. She walked over with a graceful shaking of her hips, as if she were an official's wife. Rose has had enough of seeing her, but she must professionally serve her guests. I don't know whose money she used to buy fancy dresses, and those expensive things, of which Rose was obviously sure, had a part.
“This is how?” she asked as she twisted her body as gently as possible, Rose visibly nodding.
“Good, just try it,” she suggested, and then he chose a few to try.
As the woman changed her clothes, Rose looked weak and escaped a sigh of relief. She finally returned to her room and called Dinar.
“Dinar, come with me for a while,” she pleaded.
“Okay ma'am”
Dinar followed closely behind and wondered what was there.
“Dinar,” Rose muttered again, turning her back to Dinar.
“When the lady is finished, tell her that our boutique is on a discount, and give her the best service. As well as the dress she chooses, give her a bonus." The other is silver. "It's there,” she pointed to a dress that was in the display case, and it was on display gorgeously.
“Okay, ma'am, oh, isn't it out anymore?” asked Dinar
“I'll be in this room for a while; I'll go home after he gets home; if there are other buyers or clients, you, please serve them later,” he asked the employee for help. After Dinar nodded, Rose also asked him to go out.
After Dinar's departure, Rose sat in his seat and sighed; repeatedly, he took a breath and exhaled slowly. slowly got up and took the drinking water, taking a sip in one breath. Holding his chest firmly, he couldn't believe he was meeting that woman here, his inner self. All the time she managed to dodge; even when in a place, if she saw her husband and the woman together, she managed to snatch her husband and make the woman leave, or vice versa; she was the one who secretly went and let her husband be with her all day. Never before had they met or spoken a single word in these five years, just this time. Yes, and it already made him sick once. But this is a coincidence, and indeed, Rose believes that it is a coincidence.
Rose slowly looked at the CCTV and noticed the woman's interaction with Dinar, her employee.
“Have you finished, Miss?” asked Dinar with a friendly smile, "If only this young woman knew that the woman she was serving was the mistress of her boss's husband, then I don't know what Dinar would do."
Meanwhile, the woman was looking around, perhaps thinking that Rose would serve her.
“Find out who is Miss,” asked Dinar, looking like she had misbehaved.
“Ah, where did you go to meet that woman?” he asked with a made-up smile.
“Oh, Mrs. Rose, she's in her room; she has work to do." Do you know Mrs. Rose? "He owns this boutique; in fact, he is very famous; you know, only he is humble.” Dinar brought up Rose's kindness, which made the woman only reply with a conclusion of disinterest.
“Ah, yes, how many are there?" "I want to pay.” The woman took out her gold card, which means her credit is unlimited. And for a moment, Rose stared at it in surprise, unable to breathe. It was her husband's credit card, although she also got a yes from him. That means, so far, it is not Dias who monthly gives directly, but deliberately let the credit card in the woman's name. Rose couldn't help thinking about where her husband's brain was for all this.
“Well, Miss's husband must be a rich man,” Dinar said suddenly.
“Why?” the woman asked.
“Oh, nothing, Miss.” Dinar just smiled and then re-opened the conversation, "Miss, if you want to shop again, you can, and today there is a discount; also, if Miss takes a silver dress there, there will be a discount,” she pointed with both hands she raised pointing to a silver dress with beads that also looks luxurious and very elegant.
“Seriously?” he asked spontaneously and enthusiastically. Dinar gave the nod, then the woman chose the dress, paid the rest with the gold card, and left Rose's boutique.
After the woman left, Rose came out of her room; Dinar, who saw it, also approached Rose.
"Does Mrs. want to go?” She asked, with Rose just giving a nod.
“That woman, didn't you ask your anything, Dinar?” asked Rose, and Dinar shook his head. “Oh, she only had time to ask Mrs. at a glance,” she said.
“Oh, well, I'm leaving first." "Take care of the boutique, huh?” Rose gave his advice as a persuasive form of command.
Dinar gave the nod, and Rose passed. It seemed that he had a lot to do and wanted to vent about something valuable.
At this time, Rose pondered again alone, in a café; in fact, she wanted to go to the bookstore, just not in this state; cooling her head and improving her heart condition a little bit would be better. Rose sighed; she stopped attaching GPS to Dias so as not to be too heartbroken, and now it is true, her feelings have had enough, no longer heartbroken. It's just that, seeing the woman wear all the things given to her by her husband, it feels very annoying, proving that Rose is only a form of exchange and display and also a tool to resurrect the Dias company and her family, who collapsed. Once again, he took a breath, then let it out slowly. Not far away, it turned out that someone was watching him. And all that did not go unnoticed by his piercing eyes, watching how Rose took a breath, let it out, took a sip of warm coffee, and smelled its aroma as if he were getting peace from there.Meanwhile, Dias, who was busy at work, received a phone call from a number he was very familiar with.
Dias glanced at the watch in his hand; it was already half past five, which meant he was going home because the time to go home from work was almost half an hour, not to mention that he had to prepare. Dan told Rose that they had to do a play. Although they have not taught each other anymore because it is normal, they haven't been to an event for almost six months, whether it is an official party or indeed an ordinary family party, so they have to match each other. But I don't know what role Dias sometimes plays; he seems comfortable around Rose with all the skits they do. Half an hour passed, and Dias had arrived home. He saw an empty house, looking unoccupied. Not seeing Rose, he rushed into the kitchen and saw their housekeeper.“Auntie, where is Rose?” asked Dias.“Ah, it's not that Miss Rose is gone, sir? "Miss Rose was out, rich from going to the boutique, but yes, after that, she hasn't gone home yet,” explained the aunt, and Dias looked speechless. His mind has started to drif
Rose came back with snacks, not caring that her husband was no longer there; all she had left was Dias. She shrugged her shoulders, not really caring. He pretended to enjoy the drinks and food he brought and occasionally greeted the guests who greeted him too. This is not the first time Rose has been abandoned at someone else's party by Dias for his mistress. "Rose, where is your husband?" asked one of the guests, who was also Dias' co-worker. "Maybe go out and meet a friend," Rose answered politely. Don't look for trouble. Maybe some people even know about Dias' behaviour,and think that Rose is very stupid or a very pitiful woman. But she didn't care—not yet, she thought. "Rose, I saw your husband earlier," said a woman who is also Dias's colleague's husband. "Oh yeah? Where?""Earlier with a woman, it seems the secretary of Dias's co-worker too," he said. Rose nodded in understanding. "Thanks for telling me," Rose said sincerely. Rose pulled up the corners of her lips mockin
In the morning, Dias called again by his mother, making Dias hesitate to answer or not because Rose saw everything because her cell phone was already on the dining table. Dias didn't say much. Immediately answered his mother's call. “Yes mom?” he said“Where's Rose? Mom wants to talk,”“Rose is gone,” Dias replied, glancing at Rose who was spooning fried rice onto a plate. The woman was also surprised, why did Dias eat at home, in nearly five years of marriage the man had never had breakfast at home, except for dinner. Even if you have to. “Why do you always defend your wife anyway? Mom knows that Rose is still at home, or you need to call Rose's parents to talk to Rose and to tell her child that you are neglected by your daughter-in-law?”“Mom, that's enough. I would rather not hear anything more,” he said. Dias immediately cut the call and sighed. Meanwhile, his wife Rose, looked normal. “You don't have anything to ask?” Dias suddenly asked her. Rose, who was confused, raised
Today, without being told, Dias's mother came to her daughter and daughter-in-law's house. Dias did let his mother go into their house because they no longer lived at his in-laws' house, which meant Rose's parents. Farah, Dias' mother, is very different from Hera, Rose's mother, who is very kind and gentle. Hera never interfered in her daughter's household affairs. Unlike Farah, only so far Rose has never told her mother that her mother-in-law is very conservative. “Good afternoon madam,” said housekeeper Dias and Rose. “Hmm, yes, good afternoon. Where are my son and in-laws?” She asked. “Oh, they're at work Madam, isn't Mr. Dias going to the office and Miss Rose to her boutique?” She said with a confused face. “You still call Rose Miss?” asked Farah in disbelief. “Indeed, Miss Rose told me to call her Miss,” she said again without wanting to budge. Aunt already knew her employer's mother-in-law too well. So, there is no need to be afraid, he thought. “It seems Rose is too good
After Rose passed, Farah gaped, in disbelief at what the middle-aged woman had heard from her daughter-in-law. Farah did like Rose as a daughter. Not as a son-in-law, but because Rose liked Dias in the end, Farah couldn't help but agree to it, anyway, Rose was kind and would obey him, although Farah was not sure that Dias liked Rose too. But, in fact, it is true. Farah only needs to convince Dias that Rose is his only child. But seeing Rose's attitude like that, it made Farah feel something was wrong.Farah sat on the sofa massaging her forehead, suddenly dizzy because of the yelling of her daughter-in-law whom she had never listened to. Usually, always be submissive, but the last few months have been dissident. And, for some reason, there have been family events lately, Rose has often been absent or even late. Farah raised her head as soon as she heard the front door open. It must be Dias, he thought. “Mom, what are you doing here?” asked Dias.“Do you want you to never go to your h
Dias vented all his anger in his study. Fortunately, it was soundproofed, and it didn't make a noise outside. Dias began to weaken. So far, Dias has never pretended against Rose. It's just that Dias can't give his heart completely. It was a mistake. For Dias, loving is only once in a lifetime. No matter the mistakes of the women they love, as long as they can build loyalty and trust, they can solve every problem. Unfortunately, Dias forgot, that actually some things that have been damaged and worn out cannot be repaired. Such is the relationship. Dias forgets that Vania will make a big mistake, and Dias forgets that in the end Rose will never be able to hold back again. All will be destroyed, and they cannot live under one roof with hearts that have fallen to pieces. The problem is that the heart has moved and no longer knows where it is.In the morning everyone woke up, but it was not like the previous days. The people in the house were very calm. Likewise, Rose doesn't care whether
The dream came again, always bothering him non-stop until he had never had a good night's sleep in the past few years.Who is he who can only stroke his chest, complain that he is wrong, let alone give up? It's no use. This way it's better, being haunted by those dreams again isn't the first thing, what he's dreaming of isn't something new that comes to disturb his sleep. It was precisely the flower of sleep that made him realize who he was. Where did it come from and how did it happen.He must know in order to understand that he will not repeat the same mistake as his parents.Because of love? Tch, stale! It's just nonsense that actually makes his stomach more hungry in the middle of the night like this.He wakes up for the umpteenth time after being satisfied surfing in a dream world that always comes, that dream will not make him die. Yes, he had to go back to remembering a dream years ago that almost made him feel like dying.Such a small child does not know anything, but he must