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Felia stared at Azrell who was waving her hand in the air as she got into her car. After the car started and left the yard, she immediately went back into the house.

It seems very fortunate to be Azrell, to have it all, and also the history of higher education that has enabled her to become a secretary at a very famous skyscraper company.

No, she's not jealous. It's just ... why is fate so unlucky like this? Not to mention, Azrell told herself to wear a beautiful dress and polish her face with make-up so that she could freshen her face.

After Azrell realized that her boyfriend had gone abroad without giving any news, the woman immediately let out a disappointed sigh. Then finally told Felia to take Azrell's things to her lover's house.

She said she was lazy to meet her boyfriend because he was annoying. And now, why was Felia being dragged into their trouble?

"How annoying," muttered Felia as she climbed the stairs and immediately went into Azrell's room in this house. Staring at the dress hanging on a coat hanger, then turning her gaze to the dresser which had been beautifully decorated with various make-up items. Azrell said, if she stepped on the house she was going to visit, she had to dress neatly.

"Better I do it fast, then linger and who knows what will happen next?"

"For the first time I decided to look like Azrell, hopefully, this is the first and last time. Yes, I hope ..."

Azrell did not name the man she was with or give his name to make it easier for her to get to know him. Azrell only gave the address, then sent Felia there by car in the garage. And, sadly, she can't drive!

"The taxi driver is my lover, so later I'll make up a story like that," said Felia in a languid tone, realizing that the private driver became. She started to strip —luckily she took a shower- and changed into a bright blue dress with a v-collar that wasn't too low. Then walked over to the dressing table and landed her butt on the small sofa that was already available.

Previously, Azrell had also said how to use step-by-step makeup. From the primer to the final polish on the lips, has been described in detail.

Staring at her face printed in the mirror, then exhaling. If Azrell believed in her, why wouldn't she?

Drtt ...

Drtt ...

Drtt ...

(Phone vibration sound)

Felia, who was just about to start her make-up activity, immediately turned her gaze to the cellphone she kept on the dresser. Looking at the name of the contact who called, then heaved a sigh of relief when she found out that it was Azrell who called her.

Shifted the green button, then leaned her phone against the mirror because now Azrell was calling her via video call.

"Hi," said Azrell on the other hand, waving her hand at the camera.

The woman seemed to lean on her cellphone and put it right on the dashboard because now Felia could only see Azrell still sitting pretty in the car seat with both hands stretching out to hold the steering wheel.

"Hi, why are you calling me again? Don't you have to drive to the office?" Felia asked, raising an eyebrow, she picked up a primer whose price probably doesn't need to be mentioned. Apply clear gel to her face, while switching views between the mirror and the screen of the phone.

Seen Azrell across there nodded her head. "Yes, I'm on my way to work. But it's a red light and I thought I wanted to call you for a moment," she said while explaining to Felia, however, it was true that the red light to change the flow of the road was in front of her with a current that had to give in and stop.

"Yes, what is it?"

"Don't forget to bring my little suitcase, it's in the cupboard in the room."

"Suitcase? What for? What are your things there? And how much?"

Unexpectedly, Azrell and her boyfriend were sometimes in the same house. The proof, that woman's property is there.

Azrell looks a little grimacing and in the next second chuckles, "Yes, you can just go into the guest room. Tell Bara if you were told by Miss Azrell to take all of that," she said while directing Felia.

"Later, if I am accused of being a thief, what do you think?" asked Felia with a very innocent look. She did not know the mister, suddenly she was told to come to the house and take things that were there. Sounds weird.

"No, you won't," Azrell replied while shaking her head. She was 100 percent sure that Bara would think of Felia as her master's lover.

"And who is Bara?"

"Euhm he's a chef there, but he never met me because his work was scheduled. So, he must later think of you as his host's lover."

"Is that good?"

"Who forbid? After all, my lover used to change women."

Felia sighed, if Azrell's orders weren't clear and too complicated, how could she help? "Ah, no, then you can just go there yourself and don't tell me to. Besides, it's rude to go into someone's house whose owner is out."

"No, I don't want to set foot in there."

"Really? It could be a few days later your relationship with him will improve again."

"Yeah, just imagine, this morning I just said good morning to him on social media and he answered. When I asked him where he was, it turns out he answered in Mexico. It's that easy ..."

Felia focused completely on Azrell. She had never felt a love story, but whatever the woman on the other side felt in her heart. "Okay, I'll help you. If it's like that, don't come back again because you're tired, right?" she says.

"Want it like that, after all for what all the money that was given to me but never put a taste? Yes, it's like myself holding tight to the rose stem. "

Foundation, blush-on, eyeshadow, eyeliner, fake lashes, mascara, all stick to Felia's beautiful face.

"Okay, calm down, Ica. Now, look at my appearance. I look terrible, like a clown." she says.

Azrell seemed to accelerate her car because now the outside scenery began to move. Turned a little towards her cellphone, then was surprised by Felia's appearance. "Are you serious Fe? Pretty!" she says.

Felia grimaced, she was never praised for her performance. And once praised, it certainly sounds very strange. "Don't overdo it, Ca. It's for your sake, just this once."

"No, if you want to continue putting on makeup and dressing pretty, that's fine too."

Felia sighed, she looked at the mirror reflection of her body. Getting up from sitting, then checking her body from top to bottom, it looks beautiful but still less beautiful than Azrell.

"So what do I do next? Bow politely like a royal guest, or what?"

There was a small laugh from the other side. "Don't joke, living in a luxurious mansion doesn't mean living in a palace, Fe," said Azrell on the other hand who couldn't stop thinking about the performance of Felia's brain which sounded very sweet.

"That's what you think, but I think it's different."

"Yeah anyway, will you say what I said earlier, do you still remember?"

Felia nodded, she still kept all of Azrell's words to herself. "Of course, Ica. I have to meet Bara and tell the chef that I want to get something. Right?"

"That's right, good girl."

Not wanting to waste time, Felia immediately combed her straight hair then walked to the cupboard to get the small suitcase that Azrell was referring to.

Grabbed the dark blue suitcase, then took it out from the inside.

"This is the suitcase, right?" Felia asked as she walked back to her cellphone, lifting the briefcase in her hand a little.

"Yes, if you want to use that one. Can you drive? My sports car is in the garage." replied Azrell who was still busy driving and not staring at the cellphone there, while not losing her focus point, she had no problem just talking.

Felia gave a small grimace. Never mind driving by car, she couldn't even use a motorbike. As for the bicycle, she is the queen riding that thing!

"I can't, Ca," she said with a slight chuckle, scratching her un-itchy arm and smiling shyly.

"So you just order a taxi online, then give the address to the driver and tell him to stop right at the main gate, don't go inside." said a warning Azrell.

"Continue?"

"My boyfriend doesn't like it when another car that is not recognized enters his yard unless instructed to do so."

Felia raised an eyebrow, very strange. Will the rich be like that? Oh, or could it be that the yard is as big as Azrell's old house she lives in now?

"Ah, well, I understand," she said, nodding her head. She will step into the courtyard of the mansion, maybe she hasn't entered the house yet, she's tired.

Felia took her cellphone after successfully preparing her suitcase, then looked at Azrell, who now looks focused on the road in front of her. "I will go now,"

"Yes, Fe. Be careful. Ah, don't forget to write a 'goodbye' letter and put it on the bedside table in the guest room."

"So, you broke up with him, Ca? What if he loves you?"

"Impossible, I told him not to let his lover wait too long, and this is too long."

"Don't think about it anymore, be careful driving. I'll turn off the phone,"

"Yes, Fe. Always remember all my farewell words and letters,"

"Ready, I won't forget that, Ica. Have a nice work, and keep up the spirit!"

Pip

(Phone connection is lost)

After that, Felia's hand moved to take the sling bag that was on the hanger. Put the cellphone there and check if there are any important items left behind like ID cards or something else.

"It's finished, now it's time to go to settle what has nothing to do with me."

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