REVENGE OF EX-WIFE
5. Legacies

The POV Dena

I woke up in a room with a wall just like my husband's.

I was obviously shocked and immediately woke up.

Looking around, feeling lucky this is not my husband's room or house.

I thought last night was a dream, but it wasn't.

Then lie down and feel relieved. But one question, where am I now.

The question in my head got me off the bed and looking around. A large window that can see the view of a flower garden and some mango, orange and dragon trees.

The outside of this room is very beautiful even the air is so clean and cool. In my ex-husband's house where there's this kind of attractive appearance. Everything is boring and suffocating.

Not to mention the evil mother-in-law always trying to scapegoat me and Rafa mas, quite terrible.

Again, I remember that family.

But I just got out of there, including normal things even though it sounded selfish and ungrateful.

Chequek.

I heard the door open, immediately making myself turn away. There was a beautiful woman dressed as a servant.

"Who are you?" soft ask.

He averted his eyes which were putting a tray filled with a bowl of porridge and a glass of water and apples.

"I'm just a waiter, ma'am," she replied.

"Servant?" I repeated his words.

"I asked you who you are, not what your profession is."

"I'm Lisya madam, the one who was told by Mr. Rayyan to deliver breakfast to the madam."

Lord Rayyan? I muttered. "Who is Master Rayyan?"

"Mr Rayyan, the owner of this house. He ... who gave you a place to live and took you last night."

I now understand after explaining this girl.

Get up close and sit on the bed. I stared at the porridge and stuffed it in the porridge. Smelling the scent, it looks delicious, but it's why nausea strikes me.

I shut my mouth and left. As if I knew what I was feeling, this girl named Lisya showed me the direction of her bathroom. "On the left of the mistress."

After the painful nausea, I stared at myself in the mirror. Why is nausea attacking me again? I asked in my heart.

Usually not like this! I-i refused.

Is it because last night was wet from the rain and now I catch a cold?

I can only assume so.

"Are you okay?" a familiar voice, one that helped me out all night. Looking out of the mirror, he approached. His face panicked.

"You're okay?" he repeated the question.

"But you don't look okay! You're pale!"

I'm shaking. "It's commonplace" I lie to calm him down. For several weeks this was not, the nausea had clearly stopped after the trimester had also ended.

"You can't lie to me, I'm a gynecologist! Quickly tell me the symptoms," he forced me into such a fidelity.

This makes me ask in my heart actually why he was so sweet.

I'm just the woman he found on the street, it doesn't mean anyone. But why does he seem so panicked like this?

He pulled my hand so hard he whimpered in pain. "It hurts, Rayyan!" my blistering momentarily made him stop.

"Where do you know my name is Rayyan?"

"Lisha told me."

He's nodding. Keep staring at my gripped arm until it's flushed red by it. "Am I that strong pulling you?"

I'm nodding. "Very strong."

"I'm sorry, I'll be more careful."

We're out of the room. More precisely he took me. We ran into a man in a wheelchair as a means of changing places.

He looked at me with probing eyes, as if remembering something but hesitating.

"Ray," the man's voice rang out instantly stopping Rayyan's footsteps.

"Yes, Dad?"

"Who is this woman you're carrying?" tanyakanya.

"His name.." Ray looked at me as if he were saying, what is your name?

"Me, Dena Aulia."

This instantly made the man look surprised but not to the point of fainting. He just looked at me with his eyes wide.

Why does he happen to me like that? This heart asks a lot…

"Drink first, Dad." Rayyan gave this old man a glass of water.

After drinking it, this old man kept looking at me. It's a little uncomfortable, "Why do you look at me like that?"

"Are you Dena Aulia?" he questioned my name.

Somehow the person who seemed to have a close relationship with my late father who said the father-in-law had died since I was 8 months in the womb, always looked at me with shock.

"Do you know my father?"

Soon he nodded. "We've known your father for a long time! He gave this to me to tell you!"

"What's that?"

"The 10 million dollar line."