The Suffering of Orchidia, The Kind Woman

'Amato, the cafe owner, and Ancel's brother,' thought Arabella.

The man served some kinds of Dessert to Arabella's table with a warm smile, "My brother is very happy because for the first time someone knows the meaning of his name, Lady. Thank you."

' Is the name Ancel so rare that no one knows what it means?' Arabella muttered to herself.

"I'm also happy to see Ancel happy," replied Arabella softly accompanied by a sweet smile.

For a moment, Amato stared at the smile that Arabella carved on her beautiful face. Orchidia watched Amato while sipping her lemon tea, she admitted that Arabella was indeed very beautiful. Orchidia also believes that Arabella will become the flower of high-class society if she makes her debut.

'Naturally, people are fascinated by Arabella, everything about her is perfect. Her smile, face, beauty, beautiful body, manners, words she said, that's all looks perfect ' thought Orchidia.

Amato cleared his throat, "Enjoy, Madam and Lady. I will serve the others in a moment" said Amato with a little nervousness. Arabella's smile continued to dance in the corners of his eyes.

The departure of Amato and Ancel made Arabella refocus on Orchidia.

"Is the tea good?" Arabella chirped as she poured tea into her empty glass.

"Delicious, very fresh. Just like that little boy named Ancel said."

"About the father who never did that to you, don't think about it. There is someone who is far more worthy to be the father of your child later, Concubine Orchidia " explained Arabella, surprising Orchidia.

"Gosh, Arabella!" cried Orchidia in a panicked tone while surveying their surroundings. Afraid that someone would hear Arabella's words. Fortunately, the atmosphere of the cafe was very quiet, it was only the two of them there.

"How can you say that? That's impossible, Arabella. I've become your father's concubine," Orchidia said with a sad tone. His expression looked sad.

Arabella shrugged her shoulders, "Even so, you and dad don't love each other. And.. there are other people who love you. Trust me," Arabella pleaded.

In the past life, after Arabella got married there was a commotion in Marquess Falzen's residence. The person who became Orchidia's friend since childhood, a man named Oskar Southampton who is a Duke from the southern region intends to take Orchidia from Vivaldi's hands. The man loved Orchidia since childhood, and unfortunately, when Oskar went to war the Orchidia family was framed by Vivaldi so they were forced to marry Orchidia to Vivaldi. In the end, Orchidia committed suicide because Vivaldi was not willing to let Orchidia be with another man. She can't get her free life because of Vivaldi.

"Who is that man, Arabella?" asked Orchidia who felt a glimmer of hope for her to be free from Vivaldi's trap.

Arabella clasped Orchidia's trembling hand on the table, "As you think, Consort Orchidia. Your little friend, Duke of Southampton from the south" Arabella replied.

"I-is that so, Arabella? Does that mean I have a chance to be separated from Vivaldi? Is it true that Oskar loves me?" Orchidia's tears flowed freely. Since the first, Orchidia has also loves Oskar even until now.

"Yes. You have many opportunities to be separated from my father, Oskar also loves you very much. You both love each other. Don't worry, Orchidia concubine. "

Orchidia was crying profusely, Arabella moved to sit next to Orchidia and hugged the woman. All the stories about Orchidia's suffering while being Vivaldi's wife overflowed, and the woman complained to Arabella without hesitation. Because Orchidia was very sure that Arabella was sincere to her. Only Arabella understood her.

Satisfied with crying for nearly thirty minutes, Orchidia finally calmed herself down. She felt a little relieved and calmed down because Arabella understood her so well. Arabella's hugs and gentle pats put Orchidia at ease.

"I will follow all your plans, Arabella. Use me, my family, and everything I have to carry out your plans" said Orchidia after calming down.

Arabella fed the dessert made of raspberry to Orchidia, "Isn't it delicious?"

"Yeah, it's delicious! Gosh, how can a place that has such delicious food be so quiet?" replied Orchidia who was surprised by the delicious taste that came to her mouth after eating the dessert.

"I don't know, just eat first. Oh yes, I will tell you many things, don't be sad. We still have plenty of time" said Arabella while chewing another Dessert.

"Thank you, Arabella. If it wasn't for you, I would never even think that I could be separated from Vivaldi" Orchidia muttered.

"You must escape from Falzen's residence, that disgusting place will kill anyone with a good heart. That place is only inhabited by evil demons" Arabella grumbled.

Orchidia looked at Arabella with a curious look, she wanted to know why Arabella seemed to know all about the current situation and hate people in the Falzen residence.

Arabella tilted her head cutely, "Let me guess, you must be wondering why I hate them right?"

"To be honest, yes. But I'll wait until you're ready to tell it" replied Orchidia.

"Hm," Arabella cleared her throat softly, "one day, after we're free, I'll let you know. For now, sorry. I still can't."

"No problem, Dear. You don't have to tell me your problem. But, remember, I will continue to support you, every time, everywhere," said Orchidia softly while caressing Arabella's cheek lovingly.

Arabella's heart warmed, her eyes blurred, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Ah... I want to cry because this is the first time anyone has shown affection to me like this" Arabella chuckled while fanning her face.

Arabella's words made Orchidia even sadder, she now began to understand that Arabella was strong because she had to be. There was no one who Arabella could rely on, no one to protect Arabella.

" Arabella, maybe we just got close, maybe not even a day. But somehow, I already love you very much. I consider you as my daughter, so.. you should be happy too. I will support and help you as best I can. My Arabella, you have to be happy, you understand, Dear?" asked Orchidia with a wistful smile.