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Zila's PoV

Zehel (Cid style) just smirked and then plastic greeted the guests. I wanted to hit him on the heel of my shoe but I stopped him. He might take back the million dollars he paid to redeem Papa's company.

just keep it up Zila, you can also get your freedom from that monster. You can also marry the right man for you. Like Jared Leto or Brad Pitt, Brad Pitt already has Angelina. Tsk!

Someone even approached to us who was a bit older than the guests. aunts and uncles of Zehel and who else poncio pilato.

"Best wishes, hija..." said one. "Just be patient with Zendrel's kind of sarcasm. That boy really is like that."

I smiled. "I can handle that Sweetheart! Bulls in Mexico are afraid of me! Hehe!"

"Oh, really?" Zehel groaned. "Do I look like a bull to you, Sweetheart?"

I went home. I pretended not to hear him and I was deaf for a moment.

"And when did you go to Mexico?" Zehel asked again.

"A month ago. We featured a bullfight in the Magazine of ---" Oh my! I must be Liza. And Liza is a supermodel, what will she do in the bullfight in Mexico? You fool, Zila!

I bit my tongue. I saw Zehel's eyebrow rise again. Me and my big mouth. "Hehe! Is that Daddy?" I pointed to the approaching old man in to us. Lord Emenrad Devoncourt, daddy of Zehel.

"Hija!" he greeted me warmly. "Congratulations!" the man hugged me and I was very grateful because Zehel's brain seemed to have been diverted.

You shouldn't congratulate me. I appreciate 'goodluck' more than 'congrats'. I need a lot of LUCK in handling Zehel’s punishment. I want to say that but as usual, those words were stored in my memory bank.

When the greeting is over. Taking a picture is next. my cheeks are already singing with a smile and my foot is already sore because of the shoes I'm wearing. Is it still long? Why, I'm hungry.

I bent down for a moment and pulled the shoe off my foot and then I threw it at the back without looking back.

"MMM! That's the thing with you, you shoes! " I whispered.

"Ouch!"

Everyone was distracted by the shouting. When I looked, the Priest shook his head. The shoe I threw at landed there.

"Where did this shoe come from?" the Priest asked. Just look at everything.

dead malice I turned to the wedding photographer and smiled. "Oh Say cheese!" I shouted. But I feel like Zehel is looking at me.

"Why are you stepping on it?!" he growled.

"My foot hurts!" my answer. "I hate heels!"

Zehel's grip on me tightened. "Or really?first time I heard, model who doesn't like heels!"

I no longer understood Zehel. maybe what else can I say, Zehel is even more immersed in wondering why “Liza” suddenly changed.

"Say cheese!" I just shouted peace sign.

"Okay, everyone say 'cheese'!" The Photographer's Said.

Cheese? That's delicious! I'm really hungry.

the series of taking pictures ended, at the reception the guests continued. I thought Zehel and I would continue there but I was surprised when Zehel pulled me away. "We're not going to reception! Let's go home! I don't have time to smile at people! I still have a job!"

I was a bit late because apart from the fact that he said we wouldn't go to the reception which means he wouldn't feed me, I was also surprised that he would still be working. I did not speak.

That's my plan ... shut up. To avoid a fight. But I'm really hungry.

“I’m hungry,” I said.

"And so? I don't care if your eyes are fixed on hunger! I'm not here to please you but to give you hell! "

Straightforward. Zehel is a very cruel man. But for Liza, that word is so I'm not affected. Just a little.

"And so? I'm still hungry," I replied while holding my stomach. "Look, husband ... I know you've always been mad at me for Andromeda Galaxy, but can you feed me first before you get angry. Because it's a pity that you bumped into me. When I'm hungry ... I don't hear anything."

Zehel blew air and then he glared at me. I just tilted my head. I'm hungry.

"I don't believe it!" Zehel suddenly sighed. "Why are you like that?!"

"Oh? What did I do again?!"

"We're at the Reception!" he said once pulling at me.

There. Easy win of conversation. but I didn't want to ruin Zehel's patience so I kept quiet.

We rode in a white Bentley Limousine car that I used earlier as a bridal car. Zehel was silent on the entire journey. He seemed to be deep in thought. I took the opportunity to stare at him while he was still busy looking out the window.

I’m not kidding when I say Zehel is handsome. It's true. Yes, chimpanzees in Brazil are also cute to me but Zehel's beauty is on a different level. i don't like handsome and handsome men but i will admit i admired him when i first saw him.

Zehel is tall, probably six feet and more. His brown hair matched his brown dark eyes which reminds me deeply of dark chocolate from Guatemala. Rich and pure sharp if Zehel looked, by his looks he emmanate power. But even so, his eyes were still catching. They were warm and always send sensations that you can't explain.

His nose is piercing, they're perfect in fact. Just like his pink firm lips. I feel like I want to regret that he kissed me on the forehead.

Now, I'm wondering how it feels to be kissed by that pink lips of his.

Seven eggplants! Shut up — don’t, Zila! Because of hunger, you are delusional!

I averted my gaze and stopped staring at Zehel's face. Suddenly something throbbed in my chest. I think a drummer lived inside my lungs, trip drumming.

"Liza ..." Zehel called.

I did not speak.

"I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm going back to Silicon Valley, you're coming with me... everyone is expecting us to do honeymoon."

I immediately turned to Zehel when I heard what he said. Honeymoon. Shit!

"As my wife... it's your obligation to give me a child ---"

"No! Never!" I shouted. "Child?You're insane!"

I can not believe. he wants a child.

I was dumbfounded when Zehel looked at me. this time, he gave me a different kind of look. It was more of an evil stare. It was as if he would bite me on the neck if he could look.

"You can't complain, Liza! You already paid and your ovary! You'll give me a child whether you like it or not!" Zehel's voice was cold.

"Evil!" I said.

"Yeah. I'm famous for being evil, anyway," Zehel replied. "But I've had a horn since Lesana disappeared. Since you killed her ---"

"Preposterous! How many times can I say I didn't kill her!"

"Don't disguise yourself, there's a witness Liza!" Zehel was angry. his eyes glow and his mouth twitches. "You just paid the law so you got through! Who knows, maybe your body is what you paid the judge. I heard he's quiet a young man ---"

"Bastard!" I walked away from Zehel. I don’t know but I was hurt by what he said. When did he think of Liza... a drag queen? My twin is not like that. Yes, she was liberated but she was not released and especially she is not a murderer. I just can't belief that one easily.

Zehel gripped my arm tightly. "It hurts? Because it's true, you're a low-class bitch, Liza! just like every woman out there! Don't clean up! Remember? You always beg me to love you! "

What Zehel says pierces my soul. They were so painful and I could do nothing to defend myself or Liza. I do not know how.

when Zehel left, I moved further away from him.

"You're going to give me a child, Liza. That's one of your punishments. I know you'll go crazy if your figure as a model is destroyed."

Jerk!

What? I will he be given a child? Why do I feel like I want to get out of this car and run to the train?

on the other hand, why does a part of my body say ... I like that too?

Seven! It's just hunger.

I didn’t speak until we got to the reception being held at the Empire Hotel. I felt Zehel hold my arm but I squeezed my hand and started walking into the reception hall.

"Liza!" Zehel called out loud.

I'm going to be deaf to her Liza!

I frowned and turned to Zehel. "What's up? Do you want a child? don't do it now, thank you! The sun is still up! "I shouted." Tonight, I'm ready! " I'm really nervous. And when I'm nervous, what can I say.

Some guests who happened to be around laughed and heard me say that.

Zehel frowned. he approached me and hugged me on the arm. "Your mouth didn't know the word delicadeza?!" he whispered loudly.

"Just like you!" I whispered too.

Zehel turned to me. His eyes narrowed. "And why do I have this feeling that you changed your language? When did you learn to philosophize?"

"Since birth!" my answer. "I'm hungry! Your mother is going to spit on me, okay?" I yawned and held my stomach.

Zehel left and entered the reception first. The idiot... left me.

I took a step and suddenly remembered that I didn't have any shoes. because a sharp stone sank into my feet.

"Really!"

I threw the bouquet I was holding at a woman passing by. "Oh that's it Miss, it's up to you! You're the next one to get married, goodluck! I hope you're not as unlucky as I am!"

The woman scratched his head. this woman is also a bitch. "Thank you ... Mrs..." he said before leaving.

I sat on the grass and inspected my foot. I don't care if I'm in a gown and I look stupid. I am hungry and my foot hurts. Total torture combo!

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE!?"

add this man, Zehel. Remind me to buy muriatic acid later. I will sleep before bed.  It's better to just die!

Zehel came back to face me and left. "Why are you sitting there?!" he asked.

I looked up at him. "Resting, why? It's tiring to argue with you, husband! "

"Get up there, wife!" He glared at me again. Zehel is really sweet.

"My foot hurts. I don't have shoes!"

For a fraction of a second, I feel like Zehel will pull me to lift or something. but he just looked at me and then he turned around again after saying the resounding "It's up to you!"

He is really nothing like Judas. Where else am I in his still-Prince effect.

I was left sitting still on the grass while cursing Zehel and imagining that I was feeding him to lions and tigers in the forests of South Africa.

But my stomach churned, and I remembered I was hungry so I could do nothing but stand up and walk barefoot into the Empire Hotel.

great. Just great.

I put a fake smile on my face before finally entering the reception. As expected, I was greeted by guests. They asked me why I came in late.

I went straight to Zehel  place and saw him talking to some beautiful and colorful pythons --- I mean girl. I was just mistaken for Python because their bodies were almost on Zehel's. And my good "Wife," it doesn't seem to pay attention. even if those snakes almost bite him.

I'm hungry so nevermind. If I were Liza, I might have rushed at those women and nibbled on their snouts on the floor. But since I am the kind Zila, only food is important to me. even if Zehel flirts and dies of poisoning ... I'm out there.

I sat in the chair assigned to me and without warning ate the food there. I just took a picture of the food, it was paid for. Besides Zehel's wealth, I just don't have anything to eat.

soon I felt Zehel sitting next to me as well. I just looked at the guests who were busy eating, socializing and dancing in the hall. I could see some of Zehel's cousins ​​and aunts dancing Zumba.

"Serve me, wife! what kind of wife are you, you don't care about your husband! "Zehel growled at my side.

I stopped chewing the food and turned to her. "Are you there? I thought, the pythons swallowed you alive!"

"Python?" Zehel asked.

"Python! Phyton! Giant snake? A flirtatious woman, if you can rub it, the Anaconda will be even better! "I sighed. The rice bounced in my mouth and spewed out of Zehel's tuxedo.

I was stunned when Zehel grinned before ignoring the rice on his clothes. "Now you sounded like a jealous wife."

"Huh! Jealous?" I scooped up rice, meat, vegetables and whatnot before piling them on Zehel's plate. "Eat. You're delusional." I said. "Jealousy? Ew. It's crazy to be jealous of animals and reptiles. I love it!"

I just ate again.

"Are you serious?" I heard Zehel say so I turned to the man again.

he gaped as she stared at my plate overflowing with rice, meat, vegetables and fruit.

"Problem?" I will ask.

"You're going to eat all that food on your plate?" he asked incredulously.

"I'm hungry," I simply said at once sadly.

"I thought you were a vegetarian?"

"That was then. If you want to have children with me, I need to eat protein. And don't talk to me when I'm eating," I turned to Zehel. I can't concentrate on food when I know someone is looking at me.

Zehel didn't speak anymore so we fell silent.

Zehel doesn't eat much. From time to time the sound of his cellphone and the approach of his Executive Secretary. I guess they were talking about business, about RedSphere. I didn’t interfere because I didn’t care about his business, or anything related to the boring corporate world.

I hate corporate most of all so Photographer is my profession.

I remember when I applied to NatGeo, I had just graduated from UP with a Fine Arts course. I left the country and left the management of Papa's business to Liza to seek my fortune abroad. Photography is my passion so I walked in to HG and courageously applied.

I was the youngest of the applicants and a foreigner so I thought it was impossible to accept me. The interviewer asked me why they should hire me.

I replied, they would hire me and I would leave, get on and jump on the plane and paint the erupting volcano in Alaska. the interviewer just laughed, he didn't believe it. So I left, boarded a plane, went to Alaska, jumped on a plane and took a picture of the erupting Swahili Mountain volcano.

When I came back, I showed it to the Interviewer. He gaped. And he hired me on-the-spot. he said, "We need a daredevil like you!" Then he sent me to Turkey to cover the documentary about the longest hanging bridge in the world.

The rest ... is history! and I met at Discovery World as ‘God-Zila’, the daredevil photographer wrestling with crocodiles in Africa.

Photography is my own legacy, so it was a sacrifice for me to leave my job. I didn't totally resign, our Supervisor just left me and told me to come back when I wanted. They will accept me. Tsh! I will definitely be back. With Zehel's kind of character, I can't stand him.

I'm just my sister ehe will be replaced in my place just like her name is the one I signed in the marriage contract.

I suddenly bit my spoon with a recollection.

Shit! 'My signature! I used my signature and not Liza's! Son of eggplant tortilla!

what if Zehel's lawyer notices that?! What if her Legal Adviser or the officers at the Civil Registration Office discovered that Liza and I had different signatures! I'm dead!

"Ah Liza ...?" Zehel calls.

Absent-minded I turned to him. I forgot that the spoon was still in my mouth. "Mmmm?" I growled.

As before, Zehel's forehead automatically wrinkled. "What the hell are you doing? You looked stupid!" He pulled the spoon out of my mouth and dropped it on the plate.

"Are you okay?! Have some manners! give me shame! They might think I married a fool! "

Ouch.

I frowned and then I took his spoon and scooped up a large one before shooting it. Then I teased to face him and barked like a pig.

Zehel's mouth watered. Lol. he's a badtrip again.

"I don't believe it! What happened to you, Liza?" he growled.

"Why?" dead malicious I question.

"Where is your elegance? I thought you were the vainest woman on Earth, why do you look like a pig?"

I was the one who frowned. what does this man want to release? That I am an animal? "You know why! Ever since you told me your intentions, I've lost the urge to clean. I just want to be my true self ... a pig! So bear with it, husband. This is the true me! "

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