"Did you dress me? It made you see what you shouldn't see." Answered Dian while looking lazily at the window.
"N-not me, madam, but Mr. Dave who dressed you, madam," Feni replied nervously.
Dian froze hearing Feni's confession, which made her heart suddenly empty, and somehow something was missing instantly. Is it sadness, disappointment, or something? Dian couldn't explain anything.
"Okay, you can leave now," Diane said. Feni nodded once, and the young woman packed up her former employer's cutlery to take out. After the door closed, Dian sighed, expelling the breath from her lips. She wanted to scream, but it must have caused quite a stir.
Dian took a pillow to cover her face. And the poor woman screamed as loud as she could on the pillow tightly pressed against her face.
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"What's your plan for today?" Darren asked his wife, who is not sick anymore, when she smells a sharp smell.