I HATE HER, MOM!!

A moment before

Marioline Smith was sitting relaxing in the flower garden located behind her residence, enjoying chamomile tea time with a group of aristocratic wives.

The meeting was attended by around ten people from various rich and influential circles. According to Marioline, the meeting was very important. Because it would raise her self-esteem as a woman of respect and dignity in Great Britain.

"So, Mrs. Smith. Is it true about the engagement?" Said one of the women with a white hat and red flowers pinned between the hats she was wearing.

Marioline smiled gracefully, without showing her teeth.

"Wow, Mrs. Benedict, has this become a widespread rumor? I haven't even said anything to anyone." Marioline replied in a manner that didn't want to show that she was too excited about the gossip out there.

"But don't you know Huxley's family background, Mrs. Smith? especially with Emma." Said the woman next to Mrs. Benedict in a very large, flowery dress motif.

"What do you mean, Mrs. Hamilton?" Marioline asked, putting down her teacup. Her eyes watched intently, aware of something she did not know and could be dangerous.

"I heard something about Mrs. Huxley's story. She turns out to be a stepmother, or let's say she is Mr. Huxley's second wife." Mrs. Hamilton explained.

"Oh ... So Mr. Huxley is divorced. I don't think it's a big deal." Marioline said with a graceful smile.

"Ahh .. you don't know, do you?" Mrs. Hamilton grinned and looked at Mrs. Benedict. Meanwhile, the other wives watched and listened curiously.

"Umm ..? What exactly do you want to tell me?" Marioline asked, raising an eyebrow.

"They're not getting divorced, Mr. Huxley's first wife ... Killed by suicide. That's what the police said," said Mrs. Benedict.

Makes Marioline return to give a strange smile to her friends.

As the situation became awkward, there was an extremely shocking roar.

Baaammmmm ... Baaammmmm ... Baaammmmm ...

A loud thud was heard, and it was heard from the second floor of the Smith family residence. They all looked at the window.

"Are you fixing something, Mrs. Smith?" Asked Mrs. Benedict was amazed. And again there was a very loud thud.

"Excuse me ... a moment ..." Marioline said and left her friends to see what was going on.

Marioline already walked quickly to the second floor of her room, the voice came from her daughter's room.

It was seen that a maid was already at the door of Abigail's room, her face looked scared when Marioline started to approach.

"What's the commotion going on? Why is it so noisy?" Marioline asked the waiter.

"Sorry, Mrs. Smith."

"Miss Abigail just arrived. And suddenly she asked to be brought her baseball bat, after which Miss Abigail came into the room and started to rampage." The waiter explains.

"What? Abigail's making such a fuss? How outrageous!" Marioline walked past the maid who was still staring fearfully, she was very close to the door of her daughter's room.

ABIGAIL ... ABIGAIL .... '' Marioline shouted,

"Mrs. Smith, I tried to call Miss Abigail. But she ignored me, even the door to her room was locked." The maid explained and was again startled by a thud.

Baaammmmm ...

Baaammmmm ...

Baaammmmm ...

"Are you going to just shut up and do nothing?!" Marioline was starting to look annoyed.

"QUICKLY TAKE THE BACKUP KEY! OR I WILL THROW YOU BECAUSE YOU CANNOT HANDLE THIS EMBROIDERING SITUATION!"

Marioline's order was annoyed and angry, the servant immediately ran and obeyed the order without daring to reply to her Marioline word.

Marioline was still trying to call her daughter's name, but Abigail didn't care. Even though the one calling was her mother.

It didn't take long for the waitress to come back, terrified and her hands trembling even more as she tried to open the lock. The servant then managed to open the door to Abigail's room.

"ABIGAIL? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Marioline was surprised by the view of her daughter's room, all she saw was a mess full of broken and messy things.

"Where are your manners as a noble lady, Abigail?" Marioline walked cautiously past several broken flower vases.

"Shouldn't you be with your father for a meeting with several hospital heads, right?" Marioline asked again.

"I HATE HER ... WHY... WHY THE STUPID GIRL CHOOSEN BY HIM!" said Abigail irritatedly, even with tears in her eyes.

"WHO DO YOU HATE ?? UNTIL YOU GOING TO MAD, ABIGAIL! YOU DON'T LOSE YOUR MIND, RIGHT?!"

Marioline got quite close to her daughter, violently and forced her to take the bat that was being held by Abigail.

Then she gave it to the servant who followed behind.

"Get rid of ... THAT NOW !!"

"Edward brings of that ugly maid! he compared that girl to me, mom!" Abigail's words look frustrated.

"Huh..! Compared to me? that ragtag girl is no match for Edward! How could I not feel annoyed and angry and disgusted by that lowly maid's attitude which is so obviously insulting!" continued Abigail emotionally.

"What do you mean, Abigail? Who is she? and Edward chose the servant? Are you drunk, Abigail?" Marioline was still confused.

"EDWARD HUXLEY MOM, did you know the waitress who spilled water on dad clothes at dinner at the Huxley family." Abigail tried to explain.

"YAA ... SHE IS ... THE SERVANT ... THE DIRTY AND LOW WOMAN WHO HAD DARE TO TAKING EDWARD FROM ME!" Abigail was annoyed again.

"WHAT?! But ... are you sure if Edward Huxley was with a servant? That can't be Abigail." Marioline couldn't believe her daughter's words, which didn't make sense.

"I saw them, mom. I SEE BOTH OF THEM... In the hospital today ... They even made out in front of dad and me, MOM!"

"I wanted so badly to grab Edward and grab the woman."

Marioline was still thinking, she was even guessing something she didn't want to happen.

But she had to be careful and investigate first until Marioline gave her daughter a big smile.

"Don't worry Abigail, I will help you. You don't have to worry about the maid." Marioline said, and Abigail wiped away her irritated tears,

"What do you mean, mom?" Asked Abigail curiously.