The Prisoner's Wife Mr. Arogan
Chapter 82's

John's departure to seize the King's Master's men causes a great deal of grief in the Lady. Somehow the bad feelings have penetrated with the passing time since her lover left her place for their headquarters.

In the room, the woman with curls because she had not had time to go to the salon, continued pacing back and forth without direction like an electric iron that was working to tidy up the matted cloth from the clothesline.

He stopped occasionally, approached the window and pulled the curtain over to let the light in. He hoped that the car driven by John soon re-entered the courtyard, when clearly the man had only disappeared for a few hours.

Lady's step moved sideways several times, then to and fro while occasionally sitting on the bed. Over and over again he saw the clock on the wall, the time that passed showed it had been more than half a day, but the news of John had not yet reached him. Will everything go according to plan?

It appears that several times Lady bit her nails because of the stress that hit. However, everything the Lady has done has not also made her heart peaceful. Even though he was trying to keep himself busy with something else. It was John he thought.

Lady's heartbeat moves faster than the clanging of the clock on the wall. A mouthful of rice, or a mouthful of water as if refusing to go down the throat before the good news arrives. Not usually John like this when doing missions, causing his worry to be even more agonizing.

The sound of knocking on the door blew away the reverie of the Lady at that time. "Lake in."

The door opened, the face of a female servant filled the retina of Lady's eyes. The waiter thronged in while looking down, not daring to look at his master. "Mrs, there's a package for you" said the waiter.

Then, Lady lowered her gaze at the hand of the maid carrying a black box of considerable size. "Package?" For a moment the Lady frowned. "Who's the sender?"

"There's no name, ma'am," the maid replied cautiously.

Lady only nodded small, usually an unnamed package delivered by John when the man was on duty abroad. The absence of the sender's name only so that the other residents do not suspect, especially Grandma Eli. "Just put it there!" point it at a table.

The waiter nodded obediently, then placed the heavy object on the table. Then the permission to resign before again getting the rampage of the woman in front of him, while the Lady back in the room alone along with the black box who is the sender.

"Package," muttered Lady trying to remember what she ordered. Can't it be that John didn't send a gift at a time like this?

Slowly moving from her position, the woman's hand stretched out to pull the ribbon that tied the black box slowly. Doubt, curiosity, and fear suddenly approached him. What if the box contains a bomb?

For a moment Lady undoes the intention to open the box because her phone on the nightstand suddenly rings. With a feeling of relief Lady lifted the flat object and placed it near her ear.

"You got the news?" The baritone voice of a man across the call made Lady sneer lazily.

"Yet." Because it was not the call she wanted, Lady stepped back into the black box earlier. "Have he told you?"

There was no answer from the man, Lady had already guessed that Bean was just contacting for an information. If it wasn't for John, he himself would have even been lazy to deal with a sneaky man like Bean.

Lady's hand again stretched open the lid of the box. However, he suddenly shouted, until the phone in his hand fell spontaneously. "Akh!" He sat on the floor with his body shaking.

The box fell to the floor, and a disembodied human head rolled with both eyelids closed right in front of the Lady. The woman's breath was immediately irregular, her eyes widened wide causing her body to feel electrocuted by hundreds of volts instantly. What the hell's going on? He was waiting for news instead of a terrible gift.

"Lady, Lady, Lady." The sound of a call on the phone that has not been turned off suddenly makes Lady's hand vibrate immediately move to reach the object.

"Hallo" said the Lady with a trembling voice.

"What's going on?"

"Me—they. They sent John's head to me. Tell me this is not true! He can't lose!" lady said trying to refute the reality that was now in front of her eyes.

"Whatchu mean? Tell me clearly!" Lady's trembling voice caused her sentence to sound not so clear in Bean's ears.

Lady can no longer stem the pain and horror of losing a lover of heart. Warm circles escaped just like that filled the painful retina of his eye. "Bean, John is dead. They just sent me—" He sobbed, with an unusually great sense of tightness.

The love that was intertwined during this time caused the feelings of the two to grow too deep. Lady was unable to continue her sentence. Sadness made him instantly faint at the spot right then and there, regardless of the phone call across.

To Be Continue's...

Want to tick but it feels tired eyes once due to toothache. A little confiding in friends.