Mission For Mrs. Torres

When she entered the bar, it was very noisy, smoky, and smelled of alcohol, and many people were flirting on the sides that were not hit by the light. She tried to get past the people dancing in the middle until she went to a dark spot where she could see the people freely. She simply looked around, as there were scattered bouncers near her who also seemed to be observing the surroundings. "This bar is high-class, too strict. How can I go to the room where Mr. Torres is?"

She saw a hallway that was dark because of the small lights of the down-mounted lights attached to the wall near the floor. She put her braided hair on her left shoulder so she could have an excuse to look in the hallway, but she noticed there was a CCTV upstairs. " Looks like I have to sneak around or trick something before I can get to the room."

It's a good thing no one tried to approach her while she was making a plan if they wanted to see a scary eye. She's been standing for a few minutes, so she'll try to get into the room. She walked slowly to the room of Mr. Torres as if she didn't know there was CCTV following my movements. She did not look suspicious because the mask she was wearing is thin, but her face is still unrecognizable. And from what she saw earlier, other women have their ways of doing things. Some of them are even dressed as maids, and some of them don't even wear clothes.

She's close to the room where Mr. Torres is, and she didn't look at the CCTVs, and she was barely breathing. She pretended to knock a few times, but the truth is that she didn't hit the door or make a noise because she noticed that the CCTV was focused on her. She saw it out of the corner of her eye. She pretended to wait to be let into the room, and after a few seconds, she opened the door. Luckily it wasn't locked, and inside she let out all the air she had held in earlier. She also noticed that there was another entrance without a door, and she thought that Mr. Torres and his mistress were inside. She also looked around and noticed that there was nothing else or CCTV, so she slowly approached another entrance.

But just as she was about to go inside, she was stopped by a woman who spoke, so she leaned against the wall and listened. "When do you plan to file for divorce with your wife?" the voice of the woman said. She waited a few minutes before hearing a man speak, and she was sure it was Mr. Torres.

"I can't file for divorce right away because we've only been married for a month."

She frowned. "Does that mean they had a child before they got married? The child is a year old based on what I read," she asked herself in confusion.

"Why did you marry that, Carina? You can just take your child to her. I'm willing to take care of the child," the woman's voice seemed to be struggling.

"I can't do anything because that's what Mom wants. My only intention is to get our son that she hid, but I can't imagine that Mom will find out and marry us right away."

She heard sobbing. "What about us, Sebastian?"

"Don't worry. When my marriage with Carina lasts a few months, I will talk to her about the divorce. She can't do anything because she's not the one I love. It's you, Diane. "

She raised an eyebrow at what she heard, so when she saw the light switch, she pressed it to make the surroundings dark so she could enter and sit on the sofa that was there near in two.

The two were both stunned when the light in the room disappeared. "Wait, why is there no light? It doesn't happen, and if it goes out, it comes on immediately," the woman said.

She felt someone stand up to the light switch. "I will check the light switch. It may not be pressed properly." When Sebastian checked and pressed the switch again, there was light in the room. "It's okay, why did you lose—?" He paused the first time he saw her where she was sitting.

Both of them were equally scared because earlier it was just the two of them. Suddenly there was another person in that room when the light in the room was gone.

"Good evening to both of you." It's not even visible, but she's already smirking behind the mask she's wearing.

Mr. Toress frowned at her. "Who are you and how did you get in here?"

She looked at his face, and her mind said, "That's why he dares to do something stupid: because he's handsome and can get a woman just by his face." Her gaze shifted to the woman, who looked calm and surprised at her. "That woman is also beautiful, but why is she still hitting on someone who is already married?"

Mr. Torres tried to come to her, but she raised her left hand. "Just stay there. Don't even try to go near me."

"Answer my question: how did you get in here? The guard inside is so strict. Why did someone like you get in here and in this specific room?" he boldly asked.

"That was too brave, Mr. Torres."

He was surprised because she knew his last name. "How do you know my last name? Who are you?!" he shouted, with a trace of nervousness visible on his face. And it can't be denied that he still looks handsome.

Now she's getting serious, and she's about to start the show. "Are you two lovers?" she asks.

She received a straight answer from a woman named Diane. "Why do you need to know? Can you get out of here?"

"I'm sorry, I have something else to do and I can't do it tomorrow." She looked at Mr. Torres, whose name is Sebastian, based on what she heard from the woman, Diane. "As far as I know, you have a wife, but why are you with this woman?" She pointed her toward the girl.

Sebastian suddenly swallowed. "How did you know I'm married?"

"And have a son," she suddenly said, and he stopped. "You already have a child and a wife, but why are you here in this place cheating on your wife just for this woman?" She even raised an eyebrow at Diane. "You seem to have forgotten that you have a child and a wife. It's unfair if you're the only one who's happy now." She stood up and went behind Sebastian. "Don't you have a conscience?"

He turned around and faced her. "This woman is the one I love and not my wife now. She is a liar and took my mom's heart just so we could get married!"

"Really? I know you were the one who willingly went to find them and tried to take your child from her, but you excluded Mrs. Torres. " She looked him in the eye. "It's also your fault that you're married now. If you didn't mess up your wife and your child, if you did not meet, it did not lead to marriage. If only you'd kept quiet and this woman was the one you focused on. Carina should not have been your wife now, but you will never see your child or know that you have a child if you are married to this woman." She pointed at Diane while twirling her index finger.

Diane stood up. "Can you just get out of here? You don't know anything, so don't get involved in his family's mess and mine!"

"I'm not interested in you. I'm only interested in Mrs. Torres. " She shrugged it off and turned her gaze back to Sebastian again. "Stand by your family now; give your marriage a chance for your child. Even if you don't love Carina, try to be a good parent to your child. Then decide again if you want to divorce her, but the child will never be with you if that happens. "

"Did Carina send you here?" Sebastian asked.

She folded her arms. "I'm not in a position to say who it is or give a name, but she's telling me something. "Be a father to your child, even if you don't consider me as your wife anymore." She saw how Sebastian's face changed. A minute ago, he was brave; now he is calm. "Maybe you already know who the person I am referring to is."

Sebastian slowly sat down. "Sebastian!" Diane immediately approached, but first looked at me evilly.

"Think carefully about what I said, Mr. Torres, because you might end up regretting your decision. You probably don't want your child to grow up without knowing you. Give yourself a year. If you and Mrs. Torres really can't get along, then just file for divorce. " Sebastian didn't speak but seemed to be listening to what she was saying.

She turned to the woman with Sebastian. "And you, lady, if you insist on doing this, you're still doing something wrong because he's legally married, so you have no right to Mr. Torres even though he still loves you—for now." She grinned.

"What do you mean?"

"You haven't held his heart one hundred percent yet, and the year is also passing by. Don't be complacent if he loves you now; everything can change that you don't expect. " She looked at Sebastian again. "Treasure your family now, Mr. Torres, because it's not easy to find someone who will understand you, even if you're the wrong one. You're lucky, but Mrs. Torres is the one who's not lucky to have you."

She was about to leave, but she left a word again. "They are waiting for you." She finally left, and even if the person guarding the CCTV area saw her, she didn't care as long as she quickly left the bar and rode her motorbike out of that place.

While she was going home, she remembered the information given by Mrs. Torres, or if it was correct, Carina. They got married, but Sebastian had a mistress, even though that woman was his true love, so Carina decided to scare her husband into thinking she was the one who did it. It's okay for Carina, even though she is not a priority. The important person is their son, who is only one year old. Mrs. Torres' attention is only on their son, even though Sebastian didn't want her by his side.

She then thought, "Why is there a need to look for someone else when someone is destined for that person now? They are attempting to cause trouble when the one who will truly be with them for the rest of their lives ends up searching for someone who's not truly their destiny, but perhaps that is how life works; you have to do something bad before you realize what you did was wrong, but I hope no children feel sorry for their parents' fight because even if they want their child's life to be good if the family is not complete and without love from their parents, the result will not be good either. I'm sure he'll think carefully about what I said. If he doesn't love Carina, he'll just love their son even though they're not on good terms."

She firmly turned the motorbike steering wheel, causing it to accelerate from slow to fast. "Those who are not satisfied with what they have, so what happens is that someone else suffers for what they've done." She just shook her head and accelerated the speed of the motorcycle even more because she was close to her house and she would have time to rest finally, and to be honest, she was sleepy.