Dream Crack
RM4. Preliminary plan
Givan understands. Apparently, Ai works here as a songwriter. He smiled obliquely, his heart was like a profession mocked his ex-lover.
Highlight the eyes of Givan, not separated to observe the woman. Until Ai realized, that she was constantly noticed by Givan.
"Has he not been able to escape me?"
The question in his mind created a sense of trust, that the ex still loved him. Say, Ai is overconfident.
Drrrrtt.....
Givan felt a tremor in his pocket. He had guessed, that it was his wife. He knew enough that waiting for someone would be boring. He understood, if his wife contacted him.
He reached into his pocket, then immediately turned on his phone. Quite striking, because this room gets dim lighting.
Givan refused a phone call from his wife. Because he did not want, if Canda thought bad because he heard the singing voice of the woman.
[A minute, Canda. What do you need?] He wrote in a chat message to his wife.
[While, don't be long.] Givan got a quick reply from his wife.
Givan did not reply, he immediately kept his phone back in his pocket. Back again, he noticed his former lover who approached the mature men.
One crazy idea popped into his brain. He wanted to make Ai tired, without directly using his hands.
"Mas.... Is it a long time here?" Givan nudged the arm of a co-worker who brought him here.
"Not knowing either. What is it, Bang?" Farhad leaned his head closer toward Givan's ear, so that Givan could hear his words clearly.
"Hmmm...." Givan was composing his sentence. "I paid for it, right? I don't feel good, I have to go back to my room first. My wife keeps calling." Back again, the name Canda was pulled to be the reason.
He wasn't entirely lying, because Canda had contacted him. But that's just one time.
Farhad scratched his head. "Where are you, Bang?" tanyanya's confused.
Givan has the next plan. "I paid for eight hours here. How's it?" This is the main step, to make Ai tired, Givan thought.
Must have been singing for a long time, definitely taking care of the energy and sound.
"But!" Givan pointed his index finger.
"But what, Bang?" ask Farhad curiously.
Because Farhad thought, Givan would fill the frothy drink that was here. That must be the case, it cannot be denied by him. They, too, must have understood the reason for Givan with pleasure.
"But the songwriter just this week, don't call another LC friend, or change with another." Givan smiled broadly.
"Kenya, one woman accompanying it is not enough," said Farhad with a glance towards Ai was being sawn.
"Enough. I'll add a drink, but the songwriter's one." Givan took out the thick pocket.
"OKAY. I call ya mbaknya it, to take care of the rental package room." Farhad got up and poked Ai.
As Farhad whispered something in Ai's ear, Ai's gaze was fixed on the mature and mature figure of Givan. He thought, Givan asked for his contact through a friend. But it's different, actually. What Ai heard was, about the singing room rental package and her wages to accompany them for eight hours.
Concerns directly overshadowed him. "I'll call one of my friends, sir." His voice sounded spoiled too.
"Same as Givan, Ma'am." Farhad clasped Ai's right shoulder, while he was on Ai's left side.
Ai is now next to Givan.
Givan cursed his co-worker inwardly, for instead bringing the woman closer to him. This was not what he wanted, he wanted to teach a lesson without using his hands directly.
"Where, A?" ai asked whispering in Givan's ear.
Givan shifted his position. To be honest, he felt disgusted at the woman of his dream first. Not because of the profession, but it turns out he can not keep his marwah according to Givan.
"My company, huh? Eight hours here. I want more time with you." Givan wants to spit out his own dust speech.
Inevitably, he tricked Ai with his sweet speech. Agar, his bad intention to make Ai lose her voice was undetectable.
"But.... That's too long. I can be private, if only for us more time."
Givan was quite surprised to hear Ai's words. The woman, who rejected her struggle and apology fourteen years ago, has now responded to it for no apparent reason.
"We're here first. Where am I supposed to go, take care of the payment?" Givan got up from his seat.
"Let me take care of it. Wait here, will you?" Ai got up with a fluffy smile.
Givan nodded in agreement, then he sat back in his place.
How does Canda feel? What if Canda finds out, that she is having a direct dialogue with Ai? Givan's mind is complicated, he's worried his wife knows a little of his plan. The one he feared, farewells back to his wife. With their children begging for affection from their uncles and aunts, because the affection of the parents is divided again because of the third person.
Not long after, the payment by debit was made by Givan, amounting to five million rupiah. Cheap enough according to him, Givan understood because this room was just an ordinary class.
He still stayed there, long enough to listen to Ai's sweet voice. He also tasted a little, foamy drinks that have a fairly low alcohol content. He did not want to be careless again, he did not want to destroy his own household again because it lost consciousness in the arms of women who were not his muhrim.
Until finally, the tremors in his pocket he felt back. Excited to get a new idea, Givan pours it in his phone's lighted screen and displays the contact's name 'My Cendol'. However, Canda's profile photo shows her with her husband. Simply clarify who she is for her husband.
"Canda could have slept, if I had ignored her" Givan thought.
Canda was the reason for returning.
"I'm sorry everyone, madam nyariin nih." Givan exclaimed, showing the screen of his phone.
The blurry eyes, unable to see clearly. Only immediately agreed, with an indistinct laughter.
Escape, inner Givan is happy.
"Yes first, Mum?" Givan patted the shoulder of his co-worker who brought him here.
"Oh, yes. Ati-ati, Bang," said Farhad kindly.
Ai stared confusedly at the figure of the man who had suddenly escaped. But this way, Ai can not escape the demands of her profession. Moreover, his wages had obviously been paid in the beginning.
Givan rushed to his hotel room. His heart rumbled, as he had just lied to his wife for the first time indirectly. What would be the reason for his return, if he were already in front of his wife?
Mixed in taste, when he managed to get into his hotel room. However, the dark atmosphere and empty bed were clearly visible before his eyes?
"Geez, where's Canda going?" He asked alone, with panic afoot.
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