Captured by the Past
CHAPTER 33: Fear? Or a pain in the chest?
His grim face was still reluctant to sue staring at his path properly, his two hands that were gripping his small bag were getting tightened. But he did not stop his steps, Manda still invited his best friend to walk through the store and now Royyan has released his hands on Elshara's face, until the end the man did not scatter his body to embrace Elshara.
It seemed, just touching his face was enough for him to make sure if the woman before him was real instead of a ghost rising from the sea.
While Almira was still locked in jealousy that she did not want to do, but her heart could not be ordered for what she wanted, she continued to walk beside Manda while bowing weakly, weakly, until Manda covered to the right because in front of him there was someone who wore a clown costume of a large panda character who was very afraid of Almira.
"Ra move aside, you cry later," said Manda did not lead Almira along with him.
As a result, Almira who has not ended the pain of her heart breaking the clown until her body bounced back and fell, slowly the tiny woman looked up and found a panda clown in front of her, immediately she answered him. His fear was back high.
This was a fitting opportunity for her to melt all the tears that had accumulated in her eyelids, slowly Almira dragged her body backwards and she poured her tears profusely, let out all the pain and fear at the same time. Quickly her cheeks became drenched, her cries breaking until she sobbed.
She did not move, the curly-haired woman at the end only broke the silence with the sound of her cries growing higher and higher, the crystal circles were constantly scattered flooding her thin cheeks. Then he covered his face with both palms.
Manda who was in another part immediately ran and looked panicked approaching Almira who sat down while crying, even crying like a child who was not bought a toy by his parents. Percis was like a whining child, Manda was hanging out in front of Almira and hugging her tightly.
"Well, I said I was with me, you think what the hell,"guided Manda stroked Almira's head gently.
"Aaaah .. takuuut, Manda ..." - Rengek Almira shed her tears to Manda's shoulder.
Manda .. This is not just fear, but a very painful feeling, and I don't know why, Manda .. Please take me away from here and don't take me home. Almira continued her words in her mind, her mouth unable to continue her words because it had been silenced by her broken sobs.
"Yes, don't cry."Manda clenched Almira's body increasingly clingy, then he turned to the clown there who looked confused with the mature woman was still crying, "Ngapain here, it's gone far away, my best friend is afraid of clowns" continued Manda as he took a piece of money and gave it to the clown.
"Sorry miss, I don't know" said the clown in a guilty tone of voice.
"Here is gone."
From the corner of the store, Royyan, Adrian and also Elshara immediately came out of the store because they heard Almira's cry which of course reached their ears, especially the cries of women with brown eyes were very tight, and the, there was a very painful incision from the sound of that cry. Unlike Almira's cry which is usually thrown when a clown finds him.
Ami .. sure she's scared again, wait for me at home yeah, I can't see you right now. The taste of his mother immediately poked, when the face of Royyan became somber, his concern for the wife quickly rose to the surface.
Adrian who was beside Royyan turned to Royyan and looked at his boss deeply, trying to look at Royyan's mind. He was very curious about his response, the one crying was his wife. How Royyan's mind at the moment, really curious Adrian. However, Adrian could not do anything as long as his superior did not order anything to him.
While Manda had brought Almira to his feet while still holding her until her cry shrank, but Almira did not stop her beat. He only slowed down the tone of his crying voice, but his sobs were still attached to him. Slowly pull Almira to walk and go from there.
"Badut scared that, huh?"ask Royyan to anyone who wants to answer his question.
Elshara who was standing beside him immediately cleared her and then he looked back at Manda and Almira who had walked normally again, only the back of the milky-white-skinned woman was still shaking, "Maybe Miss Ra had an unpleasant incident so she was phobic as a clown, "sahut Elshara said.
The deg!
Miss Ra? Hearing the name Royyan immediately turned his head and looked at Elshara with a deep and also a frown.
"You familiar?"ask Royyan.
"Yes." Yeah."Elshara nodded with her arms folded over her chest, "Miss Ra is my designer, I love her works, why? You familiar?"obviously Elshara again looked at Royyan with his eyeballs shining every time he looked at Royyan.
To hide his face that explains if he really knows Almira, he immediately turned on his face and straightened his position, "Subscribe to mami and Aneu's sister,"kilah Royyan.
"Hmm .. I expected, Ra's work is good."
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The night before, Almira was still sitting in front of her desk which had been filled with white papers strewn across the table, some have been filled with pictures of dresses and also menswear that has been ordered by clients. In addition, a pile of various color maps containing the designs that he has done final.
While the cat-eyed woman who was wearing her oval-shaped glasses still moved her fingers on the paper, dancing there with a perfectly designed design shadow on her head, he had to pour it out immediately before the plan that was inside his head disappeared and it was hard to find it again.
The hair that was bound and rolled over his head was already very messy, the children's hair scattered in the wind towards wherever he wanted, but it made Almira feel amused, he said, it's just that he doesn't have much time to tidy up his hair.
Suddenly the movement of his hands stopped, his wishful thinking was completely chaotic because of Royyan. Almira still remembers Royyan's sweet treatment of Elshara whom she knows as Rala his VVIP client, who is, he swiftly threw the pencil he was using onto the floor fused with rolls of shredded paper.
"What the hell Ra, you why I think gini anyway, you should not care what the guy treats, why you even hurt, this is wrong! I have to ... but, aaargh ...."Almira grumbled as she ruffled her own hair, and then she pulled a hair tie that tied her hair up.
Then he shook his body to the chair, hit it until the chair was shifted to the back he groaned with resignation. Looking at the ceiling of the room that is still the same, nothing interesting. The pain came back, making Almira feel tight again. It was as if the oxygen he inhaled had limits to enjoy by him.
What is Royyan's relationship with Miss Rala? Are they ex-lovers or what?
if so, this marriage is really just an article on paper.
The questions echoed in the mind of Almira. She still did not realize if Rala's face with Elshara was the same, she was too busy with her pain. Or even she doesn't remember the face of Elshara she saw in the picture frame that was behind the drawer in her big-in-law house.
"Bodo very! Brother Royyan wants to marry the same girl I do not care, which is clear if I divorce with brother Royyan I will ask for a large allowance, bye, I'm not going home."Almira grumbled, clasping her head with both hands and her forehead crinkling deep.
Then Almira immediately sat back down, and put her head on the table, on the white papers that she had not yet scratched her plan, slowly she fell asleep with a heart that still felt bitter.
From another area. In Royyan and Almira's mansion, all the servants had stood at the door welcoming Royyan's arrival, the mullet-haired man walked into the house as usual. He gave the bag and also the suit he was wearing to a servant who was nearby. The waiter ran to save it. While the other waiter had prepared a drink that Royyan always drank after he went to work.
As Royyan took off the buttons on his shirt's arms, his net circulated the gaze in every direction, looking for the figure he had always longed for. The smell of roses that always welcomed him did not fill his house, where is the owner of the rose? His forehead wrinkled in surprise, then he turned to the servant who was still standing behind him, for a moment he had set foot on the first rung of the stairs.
"Ami's not home yet?"asked Royyan while rolling up both sleeves of his shirt.
"Yes, sir, Miss Almira has not yet returned, "sahut Syani be careful.
The tumben? Where did Ami go, was he still scared because of the clown, or because of what?
He's not usually like this, no matter how difficult the work is he always comes home, what's up?
Royyan sauntered up the stairs to his room on the third floor. Arriving in front of the room, he immediately lowered the doorknob and entered into it with his blank gaze. Reluctant to never stop thinking about the wife who never returned home, the clock has shown at 23:54 wib.
Tonight Royyan came home late, should Almira was at home has been fragrant with soap aroma of roses that he really liked, no need to wait longer Royyan immediately contact his man to ask the whereabouts of Almira.
"Where is my wife?"her tananya firmly while putting one hand on her waist.
"The wife of the master has not yet come out of the boutique, was out to go to the mall with his friend, came home from there miss cry and returned to the boutique, his friend came out about four hours ago, he said, but Miss Almira still hasn't come out to date."
"OKAY. Wait there until I come."
"Good sir."
Royyan hurried to step inside his clothing room, he changed his clothes with his pajamas, he said, out of the clothes room he had changed clothes and his face was covered by a black mask and a hat that was also black.
Out of the room, darting down the stairs. He ran as fast as lightning towards the first floor of his house, he walked with hunting steps, making the servants sculpt. Only Syani dared to follow Royyan who walked quickly out of his house again right at 00.00 wib midnight, when cold air penetrated every crack in the face of this earth.
"Master wants to find Miss?"ask Syani carefully who is following Royyan behind.
"Yes. Tonight I don't go home, take good care of the house, until Ami and I return home" Royyan said as he entered a black car parked in a large parking lot to the left of his house.
"Okay, be careful."
Without looking at Syani again, Royyan drove his vehicle out of his big house again, immediately the security guard who stood guard closed the towering fence tightly after Royyan's car came out of there.
This is the first time Royyan drove his own car again, because all this time he relied on the services of a driver to bring him work or other affairs outside the home. It was not without reason that Royyan did that, he was eager to remove the shadow of Dirta from his mind. He did not want to be haunted by the threat of Dirta that dragged on in a time that he could not determine let alone to stop it.
Tonight Royyan drives it again for Almira who never reveals herself, her heart restless and also endless worry. He wanted to ignore it, but his heart could not do it all, just earlier he saw his wife's cry breaking before him, but he could not do anything. For safety.
Of love? It was very clear this was love, his love for Almira was becoming clearer and more brutal appearing and torturing Royyan because the fear of losing it became a major topic in the highest field in his heart.
He was very sure if his life was still in the grip of Dirta, Dirta's men scattered on his right and left side or even up and down, he said, he could not help but protect Almira, who did not know about her problems with Dirta, from past love.
It only takes forty-five minutes to arrive at the boutique Almira, the boutique is already very quiet, the bottom of the boutique is no longer visible light, the, but on the second floor where Almira's room is located, the lights are still brightly lit.
"You go home, continue tomorrow."
"Good sir."
After sending a message to his man in the car in the right corner of the boutique, Royyan immediately got out of the car and ran into the boutique with a very closed appearance. He lowered his black hat so that his face really could not be highlighted from any angle, the camera of someone who knew who it was difficult to take a picture of Royyan darting into the boutique.
Entering the dark room and the door closed tightly, even Royyan locked the glass door of the boutique. Then Royyan made his move up the stairs to the second floor, the wind was lost quickly with Royyan's steps were very rushed.
NEXT ....