Marga's P.O.V
Even though I went to bed early in the morning, I awoke early.
I was used to getting up early for Klark's kids, and when I remembered, I was in another house, not ours.
Before I got up, I yawned.
How are the kids doing? Couldn't they have slept in? Could Klark have made them breakfast? Are they already set?
I scowled.
It was as if I just wanted to dash to the house to take care of the kids, and in his case, I was worried that Klark would be angry and that his cat would still be there.
I let out a long sigh.
All I have to do now is wait for him to pick me up.
I walked across the room where I was sleeping. The room is designed in a minimalist style that is simple but elegant. However, because the house is a bungalow, the restroom is more spacious than here. It's a pleasant atmosphere.
However, it can still be seen that the wealthy live, whereas the latter is simplified.
She's a simple person, like Mrs. Lopez, and that's what I like about her. I remember last night wearing it, the way her clothes she wears and the way she talks, she's just a simple person and doesn't seem to socialize like other people who are bad at speaking.
That's why, even though it was only the first day I met her, I was relieved for her. The lady's face revealed that she was pleased and gave off positive vibes, despite the fact that she appeared to be older than Klark.
I was sick of thinking about him the night before we arrived.
But, hey, who knows? Klark is attractive, and even though many people are aware that he is married, many people are still interested in him, and it is unavoidable.
And, since we're merely acting, am I aware that he might want something else?
Is there one? Hopefully not any. I can't seem to deal with the fact that she still likes other people.
It's sufficient for me to be with Ate Shaina. It seems unfair that I'm still his wife, the one he despises.
However, it is still up to him. I couldn't make him want me because I couldn't control his heart and mind. I also have no say if he has feelings for someone else and I don't.
I sighed and wiped away my thoughts.
Perhaps not. Perhaps nothing.
I first went to the restroom to take a shower. It's convenient because each of their guest rooms has its own bathroom, which you can easily access if you need to go when nature calls.
The bathroom is also simple; there is no bathtub, but it has everything you need to take a shower, including a shower, faucet, and sink, linen, and medium-sized mirrors.
Fortunately, even though I lack personal hygiene, there are some readily available.
When I came out, I could see the entire house, which I didn't notice because we were so busy hanging out before Mrs. Lopez that I came here first.
The interior design of the entire house, like my room, is more minimalist and fully furnished, relaxing to the eye and bright because the walls are all white. There are more picture frames hanging in the living area, as well as fresh plants that you will obviously think are real, but they are not. There is a living room set, including the sofa, that is gray, and carpeted beneath it that is also gray.
It appears to be so relaxing, yet so colorless that it appears to be irritating to the eye.
And when I heard footsteps, I turned to look at the kitchen, where there is also a kitchen island and simple dining, Mrs. Lopez, who had only just awoken because her eyes were still bulging.
"Hello, Marga! Hello and good morning!" She smiled and said hello.
I smiled at her greeting because she had a contagious smile.
"Good morning," says the narrator. I greeted her once more and went straight to the kitchen.
When she saw the clock, she immediately sighed.
"Oh my goodness! Oh, Jericho! Get up! Perhaps the school bus has passed! Perhaps Rius will least you'll be left behind! You're going to be late!" She yelled, and it appeared that her son was still sleeping.
She looked at me from head to toe.
She returned my gaze with a smile.
I'm a little self-conscious about what I'm wearing. I'm only wearing jogging pants and a shirt.
Perhaps it was because of Klark's haste, but it's also possible that he knew what I was going to wear. He always makes me take a second look at what I'm wearing.
I'm used to it as well.
"I'm sorry for waking up late, Marga. Just wait and sit here, I'll prepare for our breakfast." she hurriedly said as she rushed to get the cook from the refrigerator
"It's all right. I'll assist you." I offered to help.
Of course, it's humiliating; I don't want to be served and I want to work. If I just stare at it and do nothing, I'll be very curious, right?
"Is that true? Okay, fine. Just make us some coffee." She then smiled before turning on the gas stove and starting to prepare breakfast.
I immediately heard footsteps approaching it.
"Mommy! What happened to my necktie?" By the way, Jericho.
This is his first bath, and his polo shirt is not properly buttoned.
Mrs. Lopez is undeniably beautiful, despite the fact that she is chubby.
The nose is pointed, white, and even fat, and the body remains curvy. Detained for simply wearing black leggings and a blouse. Especially noticeable are its bulging cheekbones when smiling, as well as its short hair that only reaches the neck and has bangs. Sexy and lovely.
That's how I described her. When I stare at her for a long time, I notice how beautiful she is.
"Son, it's in your cabinet; just do a thorough search."
She caught a glimpse of her son while frying bacon and I was making coffee.
I noticed the child's neck was scratchy and his lips were pouty, so he turned around and returned to his room.
"Mom, could you please put a necktie on me?" he asked, returning with his necktie close to his Mom.
"Wait a minute! Mommy is still frying! Oh boy..."
At the same time, the son nodded and sat down in the dining room; I was right next to him and noticed that his collar was still messy and the uniform he was wearing didn't look good; he was still not combing.
I bit the inside of my lower lip. I'm tempted to try to fix this child.
When he noticed I was looking at him, he said, "Good morning."
"Hello and good morning." At the same time, I smile.
I couldn't help but come over and take the necktie from him, and then I hooked up.
"There you have it. It's all right. Simply comb your hair." I laughed. I once tapped him on the back of the head.
I saw his face blush and avert his gaze as his lips parted with mine.
"T-thank you very much," He knelt and arranged his hair with his hand.
"You're very welcome." At the same time, I smiled.
"Oh, no! Marga, please accept my apologies. I'm used to seeing him with a necktie!" Mrs. Lopez and successfully landed the food.
There are some well-prepared dishes.
"It's okay. I just remembered Rius with him." I just answered. I used to be the same way with Klark.
Rius is the same way; he doesn't know how to tie his necktie to his uniform, which I always do before they leave for school.
Mrs. Lopez simply smiled at me, and we ate later.
I went outside after we finished eating to take her son to the waiting school bus, just in case I saw Rius there.
Because Klark no longer takes them, after all, a school bus has passed by and the kids prefer that Klark only picks them up once when he gets home, and when he gets home early from work, he calls Rius to say he will pick them up.
Mrs. Lopez turned to face me after kissing his son on the cheek.
I smiled as I saw his face turn red again. He appears to be shy.
"Bye Ma," he said as he kissed his mother's cheek and turned to face me. "Bye Mrs. Villaverde," he said as he was embarrassed to say goodbye to me.
"Bye Jericho, be careful," I said, smiling.
Mrs. turned to face me. Lopez and smiled, while his son's sly grin suggested he was about to tease.
"Your so sweet child all of a sudden? Did you have a crush on your Aunt Marga? That's taken, son, that's your Klark's wife!" she teased.
I shook my head and chuckled slightly.
Jericho quickly shrugged and averted his gaze from me. How adorable.
If Rius appears snobbish, this Jericho appears innocent and shy, especially when he wears a round glass mirror thing on his face because he resembles his mother.
It is her responsibility to be a woman. It's even more pronounced given his masculine appearance.
"Shut up, Mom!" he exclaimed, blushing, before turning around and running to catch the bus.
Mrs. Lopez and I exchanged glances and laughed at the same time.
"Marga, it appears that my son has a crush on you. Because you're pretty." Mrs. Lopez remarked jokingly as I shook my head.
When I saw Zeus and Rius in the bus window, I smiled and waved at them, and Zeus immediately waved back.
"Bye, Auntie mommy! See you later!" Zeus said goodbye with the window open, and I could see its dimple from afar.
I wasn't mistaken; I noticed them right away. I never caught up with Klark and it looks like maybe his work is early.
I waved at them too. "Goodbye, baby boy! See you later! Study hard!"
The bus then pulled out in front of us.
Mrs. Lopez and I returned right away after they get off the school bus. She told me that she had the day off today and that it was a good thing she met on that day so that I could be with someone here and not be bored in her quiet house.
Our house was even quieter if I was alone.
"So, Marga, what do you desire? Do you want me to make your coffee or tea?"
"Thank you, Mrs. Lopez, but tea will suffice." I gave her a friendly smile.
She laughed.