"I'll help you select custors, but rember don't make perfu just because you need money. To beco a parfuur is not easy. Don't ruin your chances," Esther suggested.
She was afraid Anya would act rashly and work carelessly just for money.
"I will not disappoint custors. Don't worry," Anya said, trying to convince Esther.
"Okay then," Esther did not ask what happened to Aiden and Anya. She didn't care about their relationship. She just didn't want Anya to ruin her reputation over money.
Anya hung up the call and rode her bike back to her little house.
Once at her house, she got a call from Maria.
"Anya, this is Maria. Are you at ho? I just made a new painting and wanted to show it to you," said Maria.
"Sis Maria, I'm still outside. Where are you?" Anya thought for a mont and decided not to tell Maria about her problem with Aiden.
"I just ca out of the house. I will visit you with my painting. I haven't painted in a long ti," Maria said excitedly.
Since Nadine disappeared three years ago, Maria had never painted again. Anya couldn't bear to break Maria's spirit. She could feel Maria's love for painting, just as she loved perfu.
She also experinted often to make new perfus and brought the samples to Esther.
It's the sa as Mary. After not painting for three years, she definitely wanted to show the painting to soone so that soone else could appreciate her work.
Anya could understand that.
"Okay, I'll make tea and wait for you," Anya said with a smile.
"Okay! See you," Maria hung up the phone and made an 'OK' sign towards Tara.
Tara breathed a sigh of relief. "Auntie must imdiately find a way. Anya really wanted to divorce Aiden."
"Tara, you call auntie, but calling Anya by her na directly..."
"Oops." Tara said with a smile. "My aunt and parents are almost the sa age. Of course I have to respect you. But Anya and I are the sa age. Isn't it strange if I call her Auntie like Nico?"
"Okay. As long as you are comfortable. You can call her whatever you want," Maria was not an old-fashioned person who cared about status and position. "Tara, you also think that Anya and Aiden shouldn't divorce right? You see, Aiden defended Anya with a vengeance when they ca to the house. That's a sign that Aiden is truly sincere to Anya." Maria said.
"Anya went to sell her house. She looked for money so she could return what she owed to Aiden and pay for her mother's hospital fees. After that, she will ask Aiden for divorce," Tara said in an anxious voice.
"As long as she loves Aiden, they will not be separated. Don't worry." Maria said with a smile. "Otherwise, I'll stay in their house temporarily. That way, they won't be able to divorce."
"Is it true? Why don't they get divorced when Auntie lives there?" Tara couldn't be as optimistic as Maria.
"When I called Anya earlier, she didn't tell that they were fighting. When I said I would visit with my painting, she said she would wait for and make tea. As long as she doesn't say anything, I'll pretend I don't know. Maybe they'll make up soon," Maria said.
"I hope everything will be fine. Don't tell Anya that I t you, auntie," Tara said and got a nod in return from Maria.
After that, Tara returned to her clinic and Maria went to Aiden's house.
…
Anya returned to her little house to pack all of her belongings. She took out a large bag from under the bed and began tidying up all the rooms.
She thought that since she was going to sell the house, it would be better to pack her things first so as not to rush later.
She and her mother had lived in that little house for ten years. However, they didn't have many things.
She only used two large bags to pack all their belongings.
After that, Anya stood at the door looking at the house where she had lived for ten years. Her eyes felt sore when she looked at it. She didn't have a ho anymore…
Now, her only hope was to heal her mother.
As long as her mother woke up, she could stay with her mother… Anywhere…
Before Anya returned to Aiden's house, she called Hana. "Mrs. Hana, Ms. Maria will co to the house. What tea does she like? Please prepare in advance."
"Mada Maria loves rose tea. I will prepare it," Hana answered.
"I'll be ho soon. Please make sweet roasted sweet potatoes too."
"Alright," Hana said before hanging up the phone.
When Anya arrived ho, Maria still hadn't arrived. She had just gotten off her bicycle when she heard a car horn outside the gate.
The door imdiately opened and Maria's car entered Aiden's yard, passed the fountain and stopped right in front of the entrance.
Anya imdiately greeted her with a smile. "Sis, welco."
"Anya, I ca too suddenly, huh? Am I bothering you?" asked Maria. "I just finished painting it and don't know who to show it to."
"No, Sis. Congratulations on your recent work. My mom really likes your painting. Today, when I was cleaning the house, I found your old painting," Anya rembered bringing Maria's painting ho.
The painting was in her bicycle's basket. Hana then imdiately helped Anya to take it.
"Is it true?" Maria smiled happily. "I also like your mother's perfu. I have two bottles of perfu on my dresser, one yours and the other your mother's. Your perfu is not inferior to your mother."
Anya smiled shyly. "I still can't compare to my mother. But I will work hard."
After that, Hana ca carrying the painting Anya was referring to.
Maria looked at the painting in surprise. "Is this the painting your mother has?"
"Yes, this is one of your masterpieces. The Butterfly Loving Flowers." As soon as Anya said that, Maria's face looked a little pale. "When I was cleaning, I accidentally found it. That's why I brought it ho to show it to you."
Maria looked a little embarrassed. In fact, she didn't make any new paintings today. She just spent her days in the studio scribbling without inspiration.
To find an excuse to et Anya, she took one of the copies of her old painting. Who would have thought that the copy of the painting turned out to be the sa as the painting owned by Anya's mother?
If Anya saw this twin painting, what would she think?
"I didn't expect your mother to have a painting made by . I'm really touched. I'm embarrassed to show my new work, it's kind of bad. Next ti I'll make a better one." Maria looked for an excuse to change the subject.
Anya smiled hearing this. She thought Maria was too humble. "No, Sister Maria is a great painter. It's difficult to be able to produce works like yours."
"Is it true? I am glad to hear that." Maria took Anya's hand and invited her into the house.
"It's my first ti visiting this house and I want to go around. Anyway, I didn't tell Aiden that I was going to visit you. If he found out, Aiden would have stopped from bothering you. He is too possessive. Even though I didn't intend to eat you!" Maria said as she walked towards the living room.
Her brain was spinning hard to take the conversation away from the painting. Suddenly, she rembered Bima's suggestion that Aiden and Anya imdiately produce offspring.
"Did you and Aiden use protection?" Maria asked Anya in a low voice.
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