Marrying My Brother's Fiancee
CHAPTER 231 REMEMBERS A LITTLE MEMORY
(MYTHA)
Mytha walked in with short steps, the housekeeper who greeted her at the door as if she had not seen him.
His eyes were puffy with his mouth locked, never did the young assistant see the state of his great mistress was as miserable as his return this time.
"Welcome, madam..." The greeting did not in the least make Mytha turn, pale pias and makeup that was messy because some of the make-up attached to his face was messy because it was partially wet.
The appearance of this master became almost frightening.
Mytha continued to step up, hugging the handbag that was in her hand. The handbag held him tightly like a person who was very afraid of losing something.
"Mrs...Will the lady have lunch...?"
The next question was not in Mytha's room, he was like a lifeless Zombie to see his room on the first floor. He did not care at all about the confused and somewhat frightened look of his house assistant.
Mytha momentarily was like a dazed person, standing before the door of her own room. Within minutes she just stood staring at the door of her room without opening it at all.
He suddenly turned around, stepping towards the stairs towards the upper floor.
And go up to the third floor where Sally and Sarah's room is.
Two rooms of her daughter that they no longer live in.
Sarah and Sally's room faced off, designed by father Sarah, so that the two children could play together and be close, but not so with Mytha's intention, so that the two children could play together, he used that room to make them understand their level difference.
Mytha slowly opened the door to Sally's room, a large room with a design like the room of a real princess.
The luxurious room was complete with a sofa and a dressing table dominated by crystal, all reflecting how Sally was a girl who wanted to look prominent and different, she wanted to be a princess in every way.
Mytha's smile glanced around her son's room, her happy pajas suddenly flashed on her face which suddenly became older for years a day.
Sally's photo is small in Cinderella's clothes, looking very pretty and innocent in a large frame on the wall of her room, side by side with a photo of her grown-up self in a sexy maroon evening dress, his face looked up haughtily but looked seductive. So contrast!
The two photos were so different, like a strange metamorphosis.
Mytha raised her right hand shakily, outstretched to feel the surface of the large fre glass photo.
His smile was so wide, wiping the photo as if so proud of his daughter, the daughter of his pride and beloved. Who in her childhood would never sleep if she did not sleep in her arms, her beautiful baby who loved to whine at her.
All the sweet memories with Sally running around made it impossible not to stick her cheek in the photo of her son.
"Honey.mama's favorite...Princess Sally belongs to mom. Mama misses..." Ocehnya while kissing the big photo, as big as the original even though he can only reach half the picture.
"I have to see Sally, I have to see her. She should know that she should know that Sarah has humiliated her mother. He should know..." His face suddenly turned slightly tense, half running out of Sally's room, as if he was really in a hurry.
But when he came out, he suddenly stopped staring at the room opposite Sally's room.
His eyes were fixed on Sarah's room.
I don't know what he was thinking, his hand grabbed the doorknob, and then...
The handle was pressed down, and the door of the room opened.
Her thin legs before her divorce were trembling, entering a room she had never entered since Sarah was two years old.
All in all, Sarah was handed over to Mbok Yem's care. He never even wanted to examine the color of the sheets, curtains or anything that became the interior of his adopted daughter's room. Mbok Yem and papa Sarah, Wijay is responsible for all the needs of his adopted child and after Sarah is old enough, he takes care of his own needs.
For a moment his eyes were stunned, looking at the room as large as Sally's room but the room was so simple in white dominance.
The interior is minimalist, there are not many items or ornaments. Simple but neat and clean.
Mytha was confused, he asked for no more luxurious and good Sarah's goods than all Sally's to make Sarah understand her level.
But he never thought Sarah had made herself stay in that simple spot even though she was mature and independent.
Unknowingly, he stepped into the room that he had claimed to be abstaining from entering it.
He looked around Sarah's room and then realized that there was no decoration on the white wall, no photos or any displays there.
Mytha's eyes were fixed on a corner that was like a niche where Sarah usually drew or designed something, there were tables and wall cabinets there.
Mytha's eyes were fixed on a small photo that was on display only the size of 8 R.
The photo was blurry, but still clear even though it was taken with clear image sharpness from a photo-taking tool that has long been.
His eyes squinted closer, and immediately recognized who was there.
A picture of Wijaya sitting together with Sarah and Sally on a cloth swing. And at the bottom in the photo paste Sarah baby is in the embrace of Wijaya.
I don't know when the photo was taken, Mytha forgot. But he wasn't there.
Mytha raised the photo with a shaking finger, then fell 3 other photos from behind her.
The small-sized photo fell at Mytha's feet. In his pocket with curiosity.
Instantly she was stuck staring at the photo of two little kids there, one straight-haired and the other curly-haired, it was a photo of Sarah and Sally in their childhood.
She never knew, Sarah kept some childhood photos of them both Sally, looking like two friends with the same body and stature.
Mytha also never remembered if these two girls had been so familiar on several occasions, she only had a small memory that foam in memory because at least she looked at Sarah in her childhood.
"Sally's...Sa...Sarah...?" His lips spoke the names of the two girls who looked happy in the picture by flapping a puddle of rain in front of them.
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