Duda Perjaka Salah Room
There's Someone in the Room

A glint of sunlight burst into the sidelines of the window curtains of the hotel room where Zen was asleep, the man who felt the glare bellowed and slowly began to open his eyes.

The first thing he felt when opening his eyes was a very heavy head, it turned out that the dizziness he experienced last night had not disappeared as well. Then when he was about to change his position, he only realized that there was someone beside him hugging him. Zen turned his head, a woman still asleep with slightly disheveled hair, it took Zen a few seconds to realize that he was completely unfamiliar with the woman.

In the next instant, when Zen blinked his eyes three times, he only regained consciousness. At full speed, Zen pulled his arm that was made into a pillow by the woman he immediately pulled, he jumped down from the mattress.

"Yeah! Who are you, why are you here?" zen hysterically while trying to grab his pants and put them on quickly.

Along with that, the woman immediately woke up. He also needed a few seconds to realize everything that was going on, he stared at Zen for quite a while, then he looked at his own body which was half covered in blankets. When he realized his condition, the woman immediately pulled the blanket up to the neck, then changed her position to sit.

"Yeah! Who are you, and what is all this?" The woman asked the same thing.

Silent for a few seconds, the two of them stared at each other questioningly and in astonishment. Whether what happened last night until Zen could not remember it at all, he was completely shocked by all of this. Zen's eyes looked around, everything seemed messy, his clothes and the woman's clothes were strewn on the floor.

"What did you do to me?" ask Zen in fear. As he remembered last night he only went into the room because he felt dizzy and immediately fell asleep, but why did all this happen.

"I should have asked you that!" scream that woman. Her tears had now drenched her cheeks, she was deeply shocked by the present situation. He also could not remember what happened last night, he felt dirty with himself.

Zen cursed, he simply could not remember the events of last night. The man clutched his hair firmly, hoping to remember everything, but his efforts were nil. Zen wished this were all traps, he did nothing, he had to be sure of all that. The man kept pacing around amid the hysterical cries of the woman who was still sitting on the mattress wrapped in a thick blanket, until he finally realized something while looking at himself in the reflection of a large mirror in the corner of the room.

The man approached there, looking at the strange patches around his neck and chest. "What is all this? No, it's impossible. What exactly are you doing, who are you really?!" asked Zen with a shout.

Zen understood very well that such compassion could only be obtained after intercourse, but unfortunately he could not remember anything. That means the woman who was in the bed must have trapped him.

"Stop that drama of yours! You should've apologized to me for having me-" That woman wasn't strong enough to continue her words, her heart ached so much. He did not expect that his honor would be snatched away in this kind of dishonorable manner.

"I don't want to hear that cry of yours. Tell me who sent you here, shameless woman!" zen firmly with mounting anger. The man was convinced that someone had deliberately set him up.

"Stop that rant, damn it! The Bakhtiar family is not that low until it has to men–"

"Oh, it turns out you are," Zen interrupted quickly, "I should have realized from the beginning that you were deliberately crawling into my bed so that we could get married! Aye!" press Zen with the sarcasm.

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"Damn! Why should that woman be there! I'm sure he did this on purpose" Zen's monologue entered his office.

He had just gotten to the office, Zen indeed spent more time in the office than coming home. The office had become her second home after her father, Sanjaya, preferred to remarry after her mother died. His days in hell after his mother and step-sisters stayed home, Zen was uncomfortable with it all.

Especially now Sanjaya is more in favor of his new wife than Zen, his own biological son. When at home, Zen feels like a stranger who stops by, which is why he prefers to do most of his activities in the office, he is already comfortable with all that.

Feeling very dizzy, Zen chose to clean himself first. After that, only then would he solve the problem that had just happened, he would clearly find out the mastermind behind all of these events. Zen was sure that someone was in control of everything.

Zen had just finished taking a shower, he felt fresher. He also tried to cover up the patches left on his neck, so Zen had to wear a shirt with a slightly high collar. A little troublesome, but Zen still has to do it rather than any rumors spreading.

After taking pains to cover the marks on his neck, Zen called his personal assistant to enter his room.

Not long after, his personal assistant walked into the room. Zen who was busy looking at the red mark on the neck reflected by the mirror immediately spontaneously pulled his collar up more, then he tried to be as relaxed as possible. Honestly, he felt a little embarrassed by all this.

"Sir Zen called me?"

"Yes. Sit down, I want to say something" Zen replied.

His personal assistant was a little strange with his superior attitude, but he did not want to think about it for too long and sat down immediately.

"I want you to investigate something" Zen said as his personal assistant sat down before him. "The night I slept in the hotel, then there was a woman who came into the room and we .. In essence, try to investigate whether the woman was deliberately following me or someone else told her to."

"So you don't know if there's a woman in the hotel room?"

"When my body was not feeling well, my head was also dizzy. I don't remember how that woman came in and it just happened, I mean .. ah, forget it. Quickly find out," Zen replied confusedly. He didn't want to explain in detail what he was going through, he just wanted to know if there was anyone behind last night's events.

"Good, Sir. I'll find out well and quickly."