Servant Will Be A Servant, Not More

My head still hurt, but I had to prepare breakfast for Bima. Healthy and nutritious food that could improve the condition of his bones.

"Give me Eve’s number!"

I smiled faintly, a little happy because finally I no longer needed to be a liaison between the two of them.

"Here!" I gave my cell phone to Bima, who was sitting behind me.

He was a bit shocked because I threw my cell phone at him.

Ah, I didn't care if he would get angry.

Yet, in the end, he managed to catch it perfectly.

Bima walked away from me. He even took my cell phone with him.

Whatever. The important thing was that I finished my work this morning and Bima could have breakfast. I would go back to rest as well.

"Why didn’t you tell me when you got married, Eve?"

I faintly heard Bima’s voice asking.

After putting the food on the table, I intended to take out my cell phone again, but I was surprised when Bima used my cell phone to contact Eve instead of his own phone.

It was predictable that Eve definitely didn't want to answer Bima’s call.

"You will definitely understand my position, Bima?"

I heard Eve’s answer. Bima happened to be making a video call with her.

"How can I understand if you don’t give me an explanation?" said Bima.

"Bima!"

"Please tell me the truth. Why did you do all that to me?!"

I couldn't stop thinking. Bima could still hold back his emotions toward Eve, even though I thought that woman had gone too far.

"Bima, I did all that because I really love you."

"Love me?!"

"Whether you want to believe it or not, that’s your business. I remember you also said all this to me, right? You told me to believe you when your mother asked me to stay away from you? I already distanced myself from you and believed you at that time, so now it’s my turn. I want you to believe me, or..."

"Eve…!"

"Just forget about me if you don’t want to believe me anymore!"

Bima was devastated. He even let Eve end their video call.

I quite enjoyed seeing him suffer like that.

Huh. Feel it!

In the end the wheel turns, and it’s your turn to be insulted by people, just like you insulted me, Bima!

I walked over to Bima and took my cell phone from his hand.

"Breakfast is on the table," I said.

I continued walking away from him, leaving that bastard alone in his pain.

_(If Bima wants to forget you, does that mean I can leave this house?)_

I asked Eve through the message I sent her.

_(Bima will not be able to forget me, and you are forbidden to leave until I return)_

I grumbled in annoyance at receiving a message reply from Eve.

_(When are you coming back anyway?)_

I replied to her message with a question, and the evil woman never replied to my message until I woke up from my sleep.

It was 1 pm, and I had to cook lunch for Bima.

It was a bit late, but today was quite strange because Bima didn't usually let me cook overtime.

Was it possible that he would allow me to rest after yesterday’s accident?

I wished he could eat fast food online. Yet I knew he had a problem with it.

"Bim, you have... Bima...!" I was shocked to death when I saw Bima collapsed on the floor. "Bima, wake up!"

****

"How do you actually look after Bima, Rima?"

Bima’s mother scolded me in public.

She even dared to call my real name now, and not 'Eve' anymore.

How would this fierce woman react if I told her that Bima actually never lost his memory and also told her about the stupidity of his son who still wanted to take paralytic medicine? Would she still want to scold me like this? Or would she thank me?

As a servant, all I could do was carry out orders.

Damn... Shit!

I carried out Eve’s orders so that my father would not beat and would give more time to my mother.

I carried out orders from Bima’s mother so that my father's work could run smoothly so that my mother would be happy to have given birth to a child like me.

I carried out Bima’s orders so that my mother and Eve, his lover, would stop threatening me.

Then, for the sake of my devotion to my mother so that I wouldn't see her crying in agony again, I carried out all the orders from them. And who knew when this would all end.

"Pay attention to him! You are his wife. You already know that your husband is in pain, but you, you actually..."

"Excuse me!" A nurse interrupted my in-law's outburst. "The patient is conscious and he wants to meet his wife," she said.

I could only laugh a little at Bima’s request to meet me.

"What about me? I'm his mother."

"The patient just wants to meet his wife. Please don’t force it, Madam!"

I just left my grumpy in-laws and went into Bima’s room.

I gave her a little mocking smile before going away.

Just leave it! That in-law would never consider me as her daughter.

My problem with hearing that woman curse was over.