Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

Not a headache from being too hurt by their words. But more because of didn't believe that they compared her as their will.

Did they think they just had a mouth to boast about the lack of other people and their ugliness??

It really made Cleo almost want to douse them with water if she didn't remember what her current position was!

Yes. Since that stupid ice asked her to act gracefully and without any problems as long as she was a wife, Cloe couldn't help but held herself back.

But to be honest, her annoyance at the past still hadn't subsided. Now she must returned to hear something that really tickled her patience?

A girl with long brown hair looked nervously at Cleo.

"Madame, we didn't mean to talk about you. Please don't get us wrong. We..."

Not finished that woman said, Cleo was already interrupted.

"What are you? Bored with your job and you want to try new experiences in other places?" Cleo asked with a question that Cleo was sure would be perceived as a threat.

The three women fell silent and lost their words.

"I could have reported this to my 'dear husband'. But because I understand how difficult it is for someone to find a promising job. Especially with very pampering facilities. I'm sure you guys will definitely not be willing to let go, "Cleo exclaimed softly by emphasizing the words 'my dear husband' to appear more powerful.

Cleo knew, it was not good if we use power to intimidate people. But for people who had no self-awareness and looked down on others. Of course they will be the exception.

To hell with all laws, milk will be repaid with tubal water. As long as Cleo still has hands, feet, and mouth to reply. Cleo will always gave tubal water to people who underestimated her.

She was fed up with the poisonous snakes' mouths. And didn't want to make them have even bigger heads.

Until finally Cleo was sure that what she said could make the three women silence for a long time.

"Madame ..." there were the pathetic gaze of the three women who seemed to have cold sweat.

Cleo returned the pleading eyes casually and also indifferently.

"If once again I hear you guys talking about me from behind like this. I will be happy to share your compliments on your Mr Harry. Can you understand what I mean quickly?" Cleo asked menacingly while sipping her coffee which had warmed up a little.

The three women nodded. Throwing anxious glances at one another. Then gave code to exit and did it.

So, Cleo, who saw the three women asked for permission to come out and walked hurriedly, could only sigh.

She stirred the coffee again and enjoyed her quiet drinking time in solitude.

Until the end, to get rid of her displeasure as a result of being talked about. Cleo walked to the roof to get some fresh air.

And sure enough, the roof of Harry's office turned out to be a very green and comfortable place to relieve stress.

For the first hour, Cleo was silent and closed her eyes. She was busy contemplating and thinking calmly.

Until after an hour had passed and a few minutes later had passed, Cleo's absence, which was long enough to get someone's attention to asked other people to look for her.

And Dirga was the first person who found Cleo on the roof.

After completing some administrative matters at the finance ministry, Dirga got a call from Harry who seemed confused about not seeing Cleo in his place.

So after he asked Dirga about Cleo's departure, and it turned out that Dirga also didn't know it, Harry asked Dirga to immediately look for her. As soon as possible. That's what was ordered.

"Didn't I tell you I don't belong here?" Cleo asked when she saw Dirga climbed up and came forward to her on one of the benches she was sitting on right now.

While raising his glasses slightly, Dirga looked at Cleo anxiously.

Cleo gave a wry smile.

"Didn't I also say that I would persuade grandma to change her mind? But why even that's not enough? Why do you have to keep forcing me to come here and also without doing anything? Do I look too easy to you? That's why you did this to me?" Cleo asked in a desperate and frustrated manner.

For an hour she calmed herself down, not a single calm feeling enveloped her. The more she thought, the more stupid she felt. Because of money she acted like a doll. And because of money too she became like a fool.

It wasn't enough that Billo-billo used to say she was stupid to have an uncle who liked gambling. Now she also must be considered stupid because of her husband's actions?

Cleo laughed mockingly at her own bad luck.

"Even I'll be 'Mrs Harry' for only two years. So, wouldn't what I do now just be useless? You guys hired me to lie to grandma. And it has nothing to do with me going to the office every day! Is that all you have to be concerned with?" Cleo asked, half annoyed.

Cleo knew, because she had agreed to that ridiculous contract. She must accept the consequences of that decision. So when Dirga wanted to interrupt several times, Cleo kept on chattering.

"Why do I have to be here to be a statue and a robot?" Cleo asked, not understanding, "You know, I even became the target of their unique show!"

Dirga looked at Cleo quite seriously.

Half an hour ago, Dirga got a call from his boss about Cleo who disappeared and didn't come back. But once he managed to find the whereabouts of the person his master was looking for, he actually got a series of protests from the person he found?

When Dirga saw that Cleo did not intend to continue her protest session, Dirga immediately responded quickly.

"Miss, I don't understand what you mean. Could there be someone bothering you here?" Dirga asked, trying to guess what the situation really happened.

"Do you think anyone would dare to speak to their boss' mistress?" Cleo asked sarcastically.

Dirga frowned.

"Otherwise, why are you so angry right now?" Dirga asked, unable to understand.

Cleo casually replied.

"Do I look angry?" Cleo asked expressionlessly.

Dirga looked doubtfully.

"Do you hear anything bad around you?" Dirga asked, trying to guess.

Really! Dirga was really annoyed by the situation that was pinching him right now! He was not a psychic who could correctly guess what his mistress' problem was really about.

For God's sake! Dirga didn't know anything! He was only asked to find his mistress who had not returned to his boss's office.

And now she was even complaining?

"As it is, what kind of bad things I might hear?" Cleo asked, provoking his question, "About me who is like a mannequin to copy documents and tidy them up?"

Cleo said sharply. And Dirga immediately began to understand the situation a little.

'So is it true that someone has talked badly about her in the back? So, that she looks so disappointed and very angry?'

But didn't those words not came out of his mouth? Why did Miss Cleo had to complain about this to him? If she wanted to complain, just complain about it all to Mr Harry! Not him, because they were not one unity!

Inner Dirga was raging. Between wanting to defend himself and save the situation by throwing the blame on his boss.

Wasn't it all because Mr. Harry asked to give her such a trivial job? So why now Dirga had to represented his boss to listen to all the complaints from Miss Cleo? When he even had a lot of work that were waiting for him?

Can't Miss Cleo understand his predicament too? Or, should Dirga just let her be so she would feel calmer, so he can go on with his work again?

Ah, what a dilemma!

What if something happened to Miss Cleo if he just left this woman alone on the roof? Was it possible that Miss Cleo will do something crazy by plunging her way down over some of the rumors?

"Miss, I don't know what you have heard or seen. But the decision about what you do is completely not mine. If you wish, I can help you discuss this again with Mr. Harry. How? Do you think that's better?" Dirga asked, trying to persuade politely while holding back his frustration too.

Honestly. The trivial job that Miss Cleo had done lately was solely because of Dirga who had helped to discuss this with Mr. Harry.

Even though the work only happened once or twice. And for the rest, Miss Cleo will just stay silent and do nothing. Dirga still can't help anything without ordered from his master.

Loyalty and obedience are the basic assets for a worker to survive. Especially for a boss who was so consistent like Mr. Harry who hated it when people stepped over or opposed him.

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