(NON) PRETEND HUSBAND
Lost Direction

Going without saying goodbye is a decision that has been thinking carefully last night without sleeping a second. His heart ached, feeling extremely agonizing every time Kian tried to close his eyes. Ann's accusation and her betrayal are enough for Kian to untie them.

At 3 am, Kian left the penthouse with only clothes, camera and divorce papers that have been signed by Ann. He will immediately submit the letter to Jonathan or the court so that his affairs with the conglomerate family will be completed. Getting tired, he never wanted abundant treasure, he only needed inner calm like before when he was still living with Grandma Sofia.

Getting into the elevator with a definite step, he pressed the button to the basement and slowly the door closed. It is still clearly visible kitchen and equipment, just before the elevator door is completely closed. He breathed heavily. His new life starts now!

A minute later, the elevator arrived in the basement. He quickly pulled his suitcase out before he met a woman who looked at him with eyes of disbelief. The two gazes locked for a moment.

"Where are you going?" search Love shock when you see the luggage Kian quite a lot.

Kian scratched his forehead keki, he was not good at lying, so his mind blank instantly.

"You're fighting because of me?"

"No, it's not that!"

"Certainly??" sela Love is impatient. He had just returned home from the club in a state of inner health and fresh mind, but seeing Kian get out of the elevator with a suitcase and some bags like this made his mind shrink back.

"Hmm, I have a job out of town."

"Isn't it a vacation?"

He swallowed his saliva nervously, didn't he! He's not good at making excuses!

"Partially with rich hands, which office would want to drag its employees out of town?" timpal Love crossing.

Inevitably Kian finally bowed resigned, he first let the elevator door back shut. "You're right, I'm out of the house."

Love does not reply, he pays attention to the luggage Kian. One big suitcase, two travel bags and one backpack.

"Where are you going now?"

Kian shakes not knowing. It has no purpose. The only house he used to live in was completed by his contract. And around where he lives is an office area. The hotel is quite far from here.

"Yes, that's why Mas Kian can stay in my apartment!"

Love sighed deeply, he grabbed Kian's travel bag and held it. "Yes already so stay in my rukoku, Mas Kian! Don't refuse or I'll force you to stay in my apartment!"

And after two months passed, Kian was still at home living in this shophouse. On the lower floor there is a bakery shop owned by Love, because Kian does not want to just ride for free, he took care of the store every day. As a result, sales in the store increased dramatically because women like the friendly service and handsome look. Some even so often hang out there just to seek the attention of Kian.

For the time being, Kian has not wanted to return to the TV station where he works. Every time he saw her uniform, the wound came back because it reminded Kian of Annastasia. Hating to remember Ann, he wants to bury the story of both of them deeply

Although impressed indifferently, but grateful Love can help Kian through his difficult times. During his stay in his house, Kian was not even open about the household tempest, but Cinta could guess if the problems of Kian and Ann were very complicated to solve. They need time to reflect back on each other, and Love understands that Kian needs space for introspection. That is why Cinta never revisits it and always closes the store on time, just so that Kian can have more time to reflect on his shop alone.

Like tonight, the gentle breeze coming in from the door that opened on the second floor made Kian think of the Penthouse balcony. Somehow the house looks like now, is Ann diligent in cleaning it? Or maybe Ann doesn't live there anymore?

He breathed in more. Arm slingnya already can since a few days ago. It can move even though it is not as free as before. The collarbone that had cracked on his shoulder sometimes still feels pain if Kian is too tired.

Drrttt .. drttt ....

He looked at his cell phone at the table. With a little laziness, Kian got up and read the name that appeared on his phone screen.

Love is calling ...

He turned to the wall clock on the bed, 1 o'clock in the morning. Tumben once Love called him at this hour?

"Hello, what's up, Ta?" greetings fast.

There was a noise, Kian slightly kept his phone away from his ear.

"Mas Kian, can you pick me up? I have a surprise for Mas Kian."

Kian frowned confused. A surprise? In the middle of the night like this?

"Hurry up, I'll share my location via message!"

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