Friends Who Destroy
BC 14
A sharp look he cast towards the frame of Ghea's face. He did not expect that his stepfather finally preferred Ghea as his successor rather than him. Maybe it would be another story if Mr. Morgan bequeathed the position to Daren, the first child of his stepfather, it would not make Roy feel difficult to get rid of him.
"They're playing a little more complicated than I thought" complained Roy who felt a little desperate for his plan.
"Done everything, don't let Ghea know about the document" Roy said loudly as he walked roughly out of Ghea's room.
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"Broth...... I'm home" said Ghea who deliberately went home to his Papa first.
The man who was more than middle-aged allowed his views, putting down a business magazine he was reading. Mr. Morgan smiled widely when he saw his daughter who had grown into a beautiful woman with all her good qualities.
The girl he knew only until the age of 7 years, after which he never knew the news of his two children and his wife, until finally they met again after 13 years apart, until finally they met again after 13 years apart, right after his wife died.
Mr. Morgan's family never accepted Ghea's mother as Mr. Morgan's wife. Therefore, Ghea chose to leave her husband who was also busy with his business that began to develop. Ghea's mother brought her two children back to her hometown. Until finally they live happily even with a simple life without a father who accompanies.
Ghea's mother's struggle was really heavy at that time, but thanks to her children who can be collaborated with, she felt the burden of her life seemed to be reduced.
"How are you doing, son?" Ask Mr. Morgan excited.
Ghea stepped closer to her father who was sitting on the back porch seat.
"Good reward..... How papa?" Ghea asked while sitting on the rattan chair.
Not yet papa answered, saw stepmom Ghea already standing on the side of the porch door where they were.
Mr. Morgan saw his wife for a moment, and Gheapun did the same.
"Papa is good....." Mr. Morgan replied with a smile towards Ghea.
There is something that feels stuck from Ghea's view of his father and stepmom, seen from their expressions that feel absurd to a Ghea who always pay attention to everything carefully.
"You've come home, Ghe....... What kind of drink do you want?" Asked his stepmom who immediately gave a smile after he showed his flat face a few seconds ago.
"No need..... I'm not thirsty" Ghea replied indifferently as she turned her gaze toward the neatly arranged row of flowers in the back garden.
"All right....." Marta's mother looked unhappy with Ghea's attitude towards her. Then he brought himself in to leave two men on the porch.
"That kid......" Murmured bu Cristine snorted in annoyance.
"Is papa really okay?" Ghea asked again after seeing her stepmother had already completely abandoned them.
Mr. Morgan was stunned by his son's question, only this time felt that someone really understood him even though he did not say. The care and attention that only his dead wife can give.
Mr. Morgan swallowed his saliva.
At once Ghea laughed at his father's behavior even though he knew there was something that papa hid from his happy face.
Ghea still felt that if her father could not be open to her, the 2 years of living together were still too short to bring full confidence to the child who had been separated from her for a long time.
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The night was late enough, a cold wind blew through the thin curtains on Faruq's bedroom window.
A handsome man with a handsome stature like a model is still fun to enjoy his daydream that he has explored since an hour ago.
The delusion about his beautiful dream that has not been realized until now danced in Faruq's mind. As if asking to be immediately reached by the owner of the dream.
"Aahh It's so beautiful this delusion" Faruq snorted in despair. Then get up from his seat. He came to the window he had opened on purpose. He looked at the spruce trees and thickets of shrubs that did not look green color. It's just black, the darkness of the night is not over.
Slowly he inhaled the aroma of night which always gave a sense of longing in his chest cavity.
"Aahh..... Still the same" complained Faruq again.
His brown eyes glared at the memory of Faruq's encounter with Ghea yesterday at the Melati cafe.
As his forehead creased, his eyeballs moved up and to the side, trying to recall the moment in more detail.
"Is that really Ghea??" Faruq asked inwardly, his chin he piles on the back of his palm. The brown lips occasionally clucked and then slowly he bit his lips with worry.
"Why did he just leave without saying anything?. Why is it just itself? not with her husband? Then why didn't he come again this afternoon? Doesn't he want to see me?" The question was simply in Faruq's mind, waiting in line for a definite answer.
This afternoon he came back to the Melati cafe to meet with Ghea once again. Their favorite cafe when they were in college, where they met and exchanged appointments to meet. But this afternoon Faruq did not get Ghea there, even he waited until the cafe was closed. But the beautiful woman with the wavy hair never came
All the answers Faruq had felt vague to answer all those questions. I don't know how many times Faruq sighed.
Suddenly his mind was in a state of confusion considering the white shirt on his closet, he immediately opened the black wooden door, and immediately grabbed a white shirt that did look striking from all his shirts.
It was the end of the shirt that had almost lost its fragrance, but Faruq still remembered very well if the fragrance was the same as the fragrance at his meeting with Ghea.
The fragrance that was so familiar in Faruq's nose when he was with Ghea, perhaps it was not just perfume, but the body odor of Ghea.
Suddenly the tall-looking catfish smiled sweetly considering her college days, when she felt so happy and calm that she could sit close to Ghea, the scent of Ghea's body gave her opium.
"I'm not wrong anymore..." Faruq muttered feeling confident about the perfume.
He looked at the former lips quite carefully while recalling his encounter with Ghea.
"Yes.... It must belong to Ghea" Faruq muttered when he remembered that Ghea had really liked the color of nude lipstick since she was still in college.