Falling in Love With the Warmth of Another Man
Glazed and Imagery

But he knows better now. But unfortunately, the reality is not far from what he once dreamed of as a child.

After all, society is all controlled by one thing. He thought he was lucky to be born into a family that had it all but ...

Sometimes it is better to have nothing

The car stopped in front of many identical buildings. Gilang looked at my side.

"We are here Uncle" Gilang told the man sitting next to him. He looked past Gilang and stared at the building in front of them.

"So this is the hotel where Adit Putra stayed," he said more on himself.

The man chuckled, though,

"Let's go visit Mr. Son"

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In the early morning a slightly overcast Annan followed Haris to a nearby cafe. They sat in their chairs and ordered drinks.

"How do you know my mother?" Annan asked again. Haris sighs,

"it's a long and complicated story" he said. The waiter came and gave us a drink, then left.

"I have plenty of time to listen" Annan said stubbornly.

"I met your mother through Stev" she said, drinking her coffee.

"Stev's? Who's that?" Annan asked, not recognizing. Haris looked at Annan confusedly.

"You don't know who Stev is?" Annan asked. Annan shook his head.

Haria breathed, though,

"he died before your brother and you were born... But I thought your father would have enough respect to tell you about him" he murmured.

"Who is he?" Annan was interested.

"Your father's brother, your uncle. Although they were never really close. Your mother and Stev acted more like brothers" he said with a smile.

"I never knew I had an uncle... How did you two meet?" Annan said while sipping his coffee.

"We were at the police academy together ... We are partners" he said.

"You're a cop?" Annan asked.

"I'm a detective, so is your uncle, but after he was killed I quit" he said solemnly.

They both remained silent for a while. Soon the waiter came back and brought them food. Annan wanted to know if he should ask her what happened. But from his facial expression, Annan felt that he did not want to think about it anymore.

"So what are you doing now?" Said asked.

"I'm a good owner of the club" he said and gave Annan a business card.

"Eclipse Bar... Wait a minute, isn't this a strip club!?" Annan said and looked at him.

"So you heard it? You have to come, I'll give you a discount" he said without a burden. Annan felt his eyes twitch,

How did she go from a respected detective to a nude-dance club owner?

"Wait if you're a detective if you can help me" Annan said.

"I haven't done it in a long time, so I don't know how much you think I can help" he said. Thas right.

"Well, if I have any questions, can I call you?" Annan asked. Haris chuckles,

"sure," he said and turned over the card he gave Annan and wrote his personal number.

"What's Stev like?" Annan found himself asking when Haris returned the business card to him. Haris chuckles,

"Reverse from a Winata he is noisy and annoying" said Haris sadly.

"How's your brother doing? Last I heard he was a doctor" he asked, changing the subject.

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The image pulled the blanket closer to her and carried her knees to the front of her stomach. The image closed his eyes and wanted to sleep but he could not. He could not sleep in the same bed as Ali, after what he had done to her. The image thought a long hot bath would make him sleepy but it didn't. He was tired but he could not sleep. The image opened its eyes and looked aimlessly around the room.

His eyes were on his dresser. On it lay a beautiful bracelet. The image groaned and buried his head in the pillow, but quickly pulled away when instead of smelling the usual strawberry shampoo on the pillow, he smelled Ali's shampoo.

The image sat on the bed and grabbed her hair in frustration. Why would he do that? The image just ruined the best relationship he ever had. He looked at the door when he heard someone coming in. Ali looked at himself

"I'll go to the studio for a while to finish the painting. I'm not sure if I'll be back for dinner" she told the image. Image smile, image,

"OK, call me if anything happens" Citra said in a soft voice.

Ali walked towards him and kissed Citra's forehead.

"Try to sleep, you look tired" he said gently. The image nodded its head, Ali smiled one last time before she left the room.

As soon as Citra heard the front door shut, she let out a sigh that she did not know she had been holding back from earlier.

The image of getting up from his bed and walking to the closet, he changed his pajamas into blue jeans and a white blouse. Image put on his shoes and walked towards the door. He took his bag and key and locked the door.

Image walking to the parking lot. He got in and his car and started the engine. He must go to Gilang.

Immediately the image of parking in front of the apartment building he knew. The image took a deep breath and took it out slowly as it opened the car door.

The image stepped out and tidied up her clothes. He's just here to talk. There's nothing more. It doesn't mean anything else will happen.

The image walks into the building and goes upstairs. He walked to the door and stood in front of her for a while.

Should he knock or should he go and pretend nothing ever happened? But Citra knew he couldn't do that even if he wanted to.

The image raised its right hand and knocked on the door several times. He heard a rustle from inside. Door opens. Gladly looked at him and opened the door wider so that he could go inside. He came in and Gilang closed the door.

"What's wrong?" He said as he walked past Citra and went to the kitchen. She went to the kitchen and started cutting carrots. The image stood some distance away and watched as he cut it into perfect slices.

"We need to talk about what happened Gilang" Citra said slowly. Gilang did not look towards Citra or stop cutting, he said,

"You're ashamed" he said in a tone of disappointment.

The image sighed and walked a little closer but still kept a distance from him.

"I'm Ali Gilang's girlfriend, remember that" Citra muttered. Ali chuckles, though,

"Yet you slept with me last night". The image fell silent and stared at the floor. Citra heard Gilang stop cutting, Citra looked towards him.