Happy Ending's
Chapter 49: the Vineyard

"Mama did it?" ask the cloud on the other end of the phone. She had just finished dinner with her grandparents and sister at the hotel where they were staying.

"What do you think, baby?" Keyla snorted disappointed and lost his appetite when the worms in his stomach were running out of energy.

"From Mama's voice, it must have failed" Cloud replied to her that Keyla's plan would have failed.

"What should Mama do now? Did your grandparents talk about your papa?"

"No. You know they're people who don't talk much?"

"Yayaya .. exactly like you and your papa."

"Whateverb. Remember, on the right hip. Tatoo with KA. I saw it when we took a bath together."

"Yes .. yes. Sleep, baby. Give my regards to your sister."

"Hmmm."

Keyla drops her body on the mattress after Cloud turns off her phone. She dared not ask Antonius' parents directly about Darrel's resemblance to her ex-husband. Other than being awkward, he was afraid that he would offend them. So, inevitably, life or death, he had to find out the truth. A wife's premonition .. uh, wrong. The premonition of an ex-wife who still loves is never wrong!

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"Why are you smiling to yourself, Darrel?" ask Margaret. A barista at the cafe where Darrel is waiting for an old friend.

"I'm just happy" he replied as he sipped a red wine that was over ten years old.

"Which other fans did you deceive?" ask Margaret curiously.

"Haha. Do you think I'm a con man?"

"Nobody doesn't know who you are, Darrel. Famous writer who is a woman. Even the capital artists are persuaded by your sweet appeal."

"I'm so moved by your compliments. Unfortunately, there was one woman who always rejected my appeal," replied Darrel who was half drunk but his mind just floated everywhere while bringing his face closer to Margaret, who was half drunk, women of African descent have curly hair and always wear sexy clothes while working.

"That woman definitely doesn't like the kind of guy you are. Otherwise, maybe she's a lesbian."

"Haha. You're good at joking Margareth. Are you a lesbian? You never responded to my appeal."

"Oh .. I'm sorry, baby! I am a woman loyal to her partner."

"What Margaret said is true. Unlike you, the old man's a striped nose!" Someone grabbed and patted Darrel on the shoulder. The old friend he had been waiting for. Ardid. The owner of the hospital as well as the chief physician of the place where Stevan Antonius faked his death. The man had indeed been in a car accident, yet he was still alive even though his soul had long since died.

After Keyla marries James, her life becomes empty and meaningless. He felt guilty for not being able to keep his love, and kept their son to stay by his side. She has disappointed Keyla, the only woman who fills her heart and life. No Keyla, just like death.

"Hey! I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Darrel greets Ardi with a hug . The man covered his nose because he couldn't stand Darrel's body, which smelled of alcohol.

"Do you know how old you are now, Steve?" tanya Ardi put her butt in the chair and downed the water Margaret had prepared. This was not the first time Ardi had come to Margaret's workplace, so he knew the habits of everyone who came, including Ardi, a close friend of Darrel.

"Certainly, Darrel? I hope you don't gout" said Margaret, who sometimes felt sorry for her loyal customers. He often changes women. But, deep in his eyes he felt a terribly lonely.

In the eyes of the woman in her thirties, Darrel was not a bad man. In fact, several times Margaret got help in the form of money when she was hit by problems. There is an old saying, who are friends and who are your enemies will be clearly seen if you have dealt with money. And Margaret justified it.

Darrel is her friend, her god of help in times of slump and even abandoned her lover while pregnant. She remembers how she was three years ago when she was stuck in the street with her twin stomach filled. Lucky God sent Darrel for him. If not, he and his twins might be dead.

That man was the one who financed Margaret's life. And he was also the one who introduced the cafe owner to be able to work. When Margaret asked the man why he was helping her, he said he remembered his pregnant ex-wife and giving birth to a child alone with no husband at his side.

Margaret could tell the sadness Darrel was feeling. Love and regret become one and perhaps to eliminate that guilt, he often plays with girls. Although in reality, his guilt in the past even more so. Keyla can't be lost from her memory or her heart. But he was also reluctant to return for fear of hurting her again. Love is complicated. It's more complicated than getting lost in a labyrinth and having to find your own way out.

"Haha. You're right, Margaret! I think the same way as you!" Ardi did not want to lose to tease his friend who had been run over and leaned his head on the table.

"Looks like he can't hear you anymore, Di. Look how many bottles he's spent."

"Oh, crap!! Come on, man! You told me to come here and you left me alone."

"Hmmm. I can still hear you," said Darrel rising from his chair and staggering.

"Hah .. we see this sight again. Take her, Di." Margaret snorted and tidied up the bottles of wine that Darrel had spent.

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"Down me here, Di."

"So seriously you can walk on your own?"

"I'm not drunk and I'm not old. I can still satisfy a lot of women."

"okay ... Okay ...." Ardi marginalizes his car in front of the apartment and Darrel gets out of the car.

He staggered into the elevator and occasionally fell or hit a wall. Ardi who was looking from afar could only sigh. It's not the first time he's seen Darrel like that. The more he got drunk, the more he became aware of the pain in his heart.

Once out of the elevator, instead of walking straight to his house, Darrel banged on Keyla's door. The woman who was still working in the living room opened the door because someone in front of the door looked impatient.

"What are you doing in the middle of the night?" Keyla closed her nose due to the pungent smell of alcohol.

"I miss you, Key!" Regardless of Keyla's question, Darrel hugged the woman in front of him.

"Are you drunk?" Keyla closed the door and pushed Darrel onto the sofa and put him to bed.

"Look at you! Like a young man and can't remember how old you are!" namel Keyla while taking off Darrel's shoes. Thankfully, her children are not home. Otherwise, Keyla doesn't know how to explain the situation.

"Do you also think I'm old?" Darrel pulled the woman's hand until her body fell on top of Darrel.

"I can still make you give birth to our child again" she said, clenching Keyla's lips that could not resist or avoid. His feelings are never wrong. He is the man he loves. Stevan Anthony.