Asmara World
Ishal's Advice.

" You stupid? People say that you look like your father because your faces are almost the same, but that doesn't mean your nature is the same." continued Ishal comforted his master.

" Yakk. stopped crying. You're just like a girl. And also forgive me. I don't want to rule you, but you have to cure your illness. Besides it's not hard, you just need to be competitive, and be braver again" Ishal said.

" You also have to know someone who can't love himself, he can't be loved by anyone else." added Ishal.

Davis was stunned for a moment, he digested the words his assistant had thrown.

" Why are you saying something like that?" davis asked after withdrawing from his silence for a moment.

" It's because you don't have confidence. If you were confident, you would have told your wife the truth a long time ago. If you don't believe in yourself, it means you don't love yourself." Ishal explained at length.

Hearing the words of his best friend, Davis was silent again. He no longer commented and chose to throw his gaze out there. While Ishal, he immediately turned on the car and returned to driving.

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Kwans Mansion.

After driving for almost half an hour, the car that Ishal was driving entered the grounds of the Kwans residence. The black sedan was parked in front of the main door, and shortly Davis got out of the car. Ishal hurriedly followed, wanting to help his employer who was still half conscious.

" Yakk. There's no need to help me. Just get here, you go straight home. It's midnight." Davis said in a heavy voice.

" Are you sure you can walk on your own?"

Ishal confirmed the condition of his best friend because honestly he was worried about Davis.

" Cih, of course. I'm not a kid." Davis always took the time to joke.

" All right, I'll go home first" Ishal said later, and immediately got back in the car.

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Staggering into the mansion until he arrived in his room, Davis circulated his gaze when he was already in the room.

Opening one of the drawers in his wife's dresser, Davis took out a small black box. A necklace city that already looks old in this modern era.

Opening the box, Davis's eyes were teary. His lips trembled, his face instantly reddened, his gaze was so sad.

" You're still keeping it." she said unconsciously shedding tears.

" Davis?"

In the midst of his grief, Nixeelin suddenly denied that Davis was surprised. The young man hurriedly wiped his tears and turned to the source of the voice.

Nixeelin, who was standing next to the bed, stared at her husband.

" What are you doing? And why did you touch my stuff?" tanya Nixeelin approached her husband. Her gaze then turned to the pendant necklace her husband was holding.

" Are you awake?" chirped Davis who was still half conscious.

Hearing her husband's words, instead of answering, Nixeelin ignored him by sniffing his body odor.

" Have you had a drink?" squeal Nixeelin.

" Humm is just a little bit" Davis replied, completely oblivious to his words.

" What a little. You smell like this." Nixeelin later said.

" Aish, why are you drinking so much anyway. What frustrates you until you drink a lot. You seem to have decided on your girlfriend." Nixeelin's nagging realized that her husband was still controlled by alcohol.

" Humm. I decided it."

" What did you say? You really have a boyfriend?"

" No. We're not dating. But I broke up with her and married her." Davis smiled.

" Heh?"