Captured by the Past
CHAPTER 100: Paris.

"The first thing I did was meet with a German company to discuss the construction of a national museum there, and after a few days later I was going to attend a fashion show,"obviously Royyan after he pulled his lips from above Almira's lips.

His eyes dimmed when he saw the smile of his husband, he saw that love was getting stronger. Then Almira nodded, with the blink of an eye her hiding smile immediately poking out adorning Almira's face cheerfully.

"Judah I'm leaving, yes"Pamit Royyan released his arms on his wife's body earlier.

"Heuum ..."Almira nodded with her expanding smile.

Without wasting any more time, Royyan immediately got into the car along with his personal driver, the car was traveling at normal speed. Slowly the black car disappeared swallowed by the high gate that became the protector of his magnificent house.

The golden brown haired woman still survives here even though the husband's car is not recorded by the cat's eyeballs, her gaze is sad. The touch of Royyan just left a longing inherent in Almira.

"Why brother Royyan should kiss me first anyway, I'm a kangen again" he said as he folded his hands in front, his face tilted.

The love of both of them has soared equally strong, both Royyan and Almira, only he is a Royyan who is difficult to talk about things that he does not need to talk about anymore, but for Almira everything about Royyan she wanted to hear it directly from her husband, even though she already knew it.

Two people who love each other with opposite personalities, in them there is always an indescribable wound clearly, but one of them feels that pain, she said, it's just that he doesn't really care as long as the love is still attached to the man.

...***...

Paris, August 02, 2022, is on Tuesday when the sun is still hiding under the cape. The dark clouds slowly followed wherever the wind went along with the burly man into the hotel room that had been provided by his personal secretary.

A magnificent hotel building, the balcony leads directly to the flickering view of the lights out there, the center of Paris. The eiffel tower is clearly visible from Royyan's hotel room, Adrian deliberately rented the location of the hotel to provide a good experience for his boss.

Both men's eyeballs were reluctant to slam from the view of the various bright colors of the lights that were out there. The proportional body breezed out, grinning at the balcony railing there while eating a warm tea with a distinctive aroma and sweet taste.

Breath breaks out softly, from the various lights there is only one face that makes his smile strengthen, his hands instantly become muffled, really he misses the owner of the beautiful smile behind the dim moonlight.

"Very beautiful,"tapnya in front of the balcony railing.

It was not the sight that stunned Royyan, but the beauty of the wife attached to his memory made the man cry out so. A soft face like a baby that makes Royyan's memory always focused on the little girl, he sipped in one sip of warm tea until the remaining glass only.

"Tomorrow what event?"royyan asked Adrian who was still accompanying him.

"On the eve of about nine o'clock Paris time we will hold a meeting with the company's envoy, they ask to eat at the restaurant in the eiffel tower, which is located in the eiffel tower, it's just that the reservation takes a long time so it's cancel," explained Adrian as he checked the tablet in his grasp.

"So where?"royyan asked as he threw his gaze at the eiffel tower that was in front of his eyes, far away.

Silent. Adrian was still checking the black tablet he always carried, until finally at seven seconds at 01.25am, the man just opened his mouth again."The main choice other than the restaurant in the eiffel tower is the Breizh cafe restaurant, and I've had a nice place to rest in this cafe" Adrian explained again.

A small nod pokes, the strapping body turns towards Adrian who is behind him. Highlight his sharp eyes fell on the large bed there, as soon as he paddled his steps to approach him, in a matter of seconds, the man quickly dropped his butt on the bed.

"OKAY. Rest there, I also want to rest" said Royyan, propping his chin up on his knees.

"All right, sir" Adrian replied, "excuse me, good night sir," Adrian continued, the man immediately got out of Royyan's room.

Royyan threw his body into the middle of the big bed, his eyes closed painting the shadow of the wife again in his memory, slowly his little lips grinned along with the dimness of the little eyeball with one hand hanging on his forehead and the other hand idling over his burly belly.

"My wife's good night is forever" said Royyan, half sleepy.

At different times Almira is still awake waiting for news from her husband, but apparently Royyan forgets this, her body is too exhausted so she forgets the important thing in a relationship, namely news.

The girl hardened, her face flushed red and looked at the screen of the phone that kept black in front of her eyes, the phone lying weakly on the bed. His fallen gaze immediately stepped away from the black screen, his body being thrown away with a roar of turbulent fury.

"Sir Royyan why there is no ngabarin anyway, he has nyampe or not yet anyway," grumbled Almira looking at the empty white ceiling.

Both her hands were on her back, her eyes were thrown to the side and her wishful thinking tore apart the idea, who should she ask about how her husband was doing there. The hour hand has shown at 07.25 wib, the girl does not think the time difference between Indonesia and the country.

"Ah yes," she said remembering Adrian's name in her inner barn, she immediately pulled his body and looked for Adrian's contact which she had intentionally stored in her phone.

Without hesitation, the girl made a phone call with a confidant from her husband, Adrian immediately picked up the phone call, although tired he could still do a good job. "Hello Adrian?"Almira.

"Yes, can I help you?"adrian asked with a raucous voice, it seemed like the man had to wake up from his sleep.

His lips moved upwards, smiling widely. There was the sound of Adrian moving from his current position and whether he moved to where, Almira just heard it and the beautiful girl seemed to ignore it.

"The father just arrived a few hours ago and it seems he is resting, miss, because it is currently here around 02:25 in the morning" Adrian explained politely.

"Well?!"almira exclaimed in surprise when Adrian mentioned what time he was there, his phone fell down and his gaze was thrown far in front of him. "Kok I can forget anyway, it's the same here there is a time difference, stupid really lu Ra," continued Almira whispered which then he pat his eel.

Then he took his phone again to continue his phone call, Adrian will not turn off the phone call until a silent voice sneaks into his sharp ear.

"OKAY. I'm sorry Adrian I'm bothering you," said Almira felt guilty for interrupting the man's rest.

"Yes, miss it's okay" said Adrian.

Almira immediately snapped her phone call, throwing the phone aside, which Royyan normally fills, while she sank into a thick, navy-blue blanket, it felt like he was dying to sink into the ocean until he reached the bottom.

It was a shame, because his longing was too thick until he forgot all about the differences between the two countries. His two hands were endlessly hitting both of his tyrannical cheeks and his innocent face stiffened.

"Ah shit! Why did I forget anyway, was Indonesia the same paris five hours different, how the hell Ra ..."the two hands turned to his head with a stronger solid again.

...***...

Paris, August 03, 2022, morning.

Royyan fell asleep in complete condition with shoes and suits that he wore on yesterday, last night he fell asleep without caring about his appearance let alone remembering to tell the wife.

The sturdy man quickly woke up from his bed, his eyes dimmed at the sharpening sunlight, his balcony window still wide open the rest of the night. Then he turned from the bed to the phone he put on the nightstand in a dead state.

"Hape is dead" Royyan exclaimed, his forehead wrinkled.

Royyan went from the nightstand to the socket near the sofa on the right side of the bed, he connected the electricity with his cell phone, while he grabbed the phone and he turned on the phone again.

Shortly after his phone lit up, a row of phone call notifications from Almira lined up on his screen, until dozens of messages perched there, the man developed his smile. He pressed his index finger on the fingerprint sensor on the body of the phone, the man immediately made a phone call with his wife.

The phone call kept ringing without any sign of finding answers from his wife, as soon as he kept the black phone out of his ear, his face wrinkled. He wondered where his wife had gone this morning.

"Where? Isn't she awake?"his question to himself, his imagination soared on some of the possibilities made by his common sense.

Then he turned his eyes on the wall clock near the balcony door, the middle clock showed at 07:45, Royyan suddenly shrieked. He fumbled the time, he thought maybe in Indonesia it was noon and Almira had been active as usual.

"It should be 12:45 in Indonesia, what else is work?"the man was still wondering to himself.

Suddenly the door of his hotel room echoed the sound of the reflection of someone's knocking so loudly, making the man snort sharply. He didn't like anyone bothering him in the morning like this, if it was Almira maybe his heart would feel happy, but the impossible. Because his wife has not gone to the country where she is now.

With a lazy step he dragged his feet closer to the exit of his hotel room, before opening the door, Royyan first ascertained who was there through the monitor screen next to the door of his hotel room.

"El .."so Royyan was lazy, his eyeballs curled violently together with his face hardened.

Then he presses the button on the monitor, "why?"royyan asked without opening the door.

Notably clearly the look on the face of the short-dressed woman with thick makeup loosened, her cherry face instantly extinguished. His two folded hands in front immediately melted and plunged down.

"Yan ... open the door, the temen come instead of the open as well," Elshara protested leaning against the door.

"What are you doing?"Royyan whistled, not opening the door.

"Why the hell, are we winning, right?"his mouth is still whistling.

"Our business is done" Royyan replied firmly.

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