Happy Ending's
Chapter 52: Fear of Being Alone

Jealous or selfish? Keyla was pondering her own feelings. When typing the name Darrel Douglas in the Google search engine, a lot of news about it. In addition to the best-selling books in the market, the best book awards, works that were filmed, rumors about their relationship with many girls were no less crowded.

"Call me as you please, Key," Darrel replied gently. He held his hand so Keyla could feel something sticking out from below.

"Take me off." Keyla tried to escape.

"What if I don't want to?" That voice sounded seductive. Keyla goosebumps her and feels her inner body tremble a little.

"Did you do this to the girls around you?" ask Keyla. He controlled his voice so as not to sound cynical or jealous.

"You jealous?" Darrel bit Keyla's back. "Ohhhh!" The voice that Keyla made made the man even more excited.

"I've slept with a lot of women, Key. But, there's nothing like you" he continued with a hand that dropped the zipper on the woman's dress that was on her lap.

"Do you love them?" Keyla asked with a trembling tone.

"I love only the mother of my son" answered Darrel, gently tucking his open back in front of him.

"Can you stop him?"

"I know you want it. You didn't refuse from the start, Key. You still love me, right?! If you love me why marry another man?!"

"Why are you angry? Why are you raising your voice?" Keyla moved from her seat which no longer made her comfortable and turned towards Darrel. "You don't care about me! You trust your best friend more! You're more concerned about Anna than your own wife! Your guilt for Anna over the death of her husband and child is what makes our household unhappy. Your selfishness is what disappointed me. Now you blame me, Antonius? Did you forget? He almost killed the clouds. Your own flesh and blood!"

"Keyla. That's not what I mean," Darrel replied as he moved off the couch.

"Then what do you mean? Ha's? I'm the wife who cheated on me with another man? Did I betray our marriage? If you were as kind and caring as James, I would never ask for a divorce from you!"

Oh, how Keyla's words hit the heart, Darrel. James's? Why did he carry around the names of other men when they were fighting.

"Do you love so much, James? Is he better than me?"

"Yes! I love him so very much! He is better than you in many ways! He can also satisfy me in bed! He treated me gently. Not rude like you!"

Without saying another word, Keyla climbed into her room and flopped on the bed.While Darrel, out of Keyla's house in anger.

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Getting angry? Didn't she say happily that Keyla was angry with her? Why is it just the opposite now? No. gabe. Darrel wasn't angry just because Keyla was angry. He was angry because of why the woman mentioned the name of another man who he said was more able to satisfy him in bed. Oh, naw! Torn to shreds is Darrel's self-esteem!

Darrel exits Keyla's door bare-chested to his own apartment. Once inside, the man kicked the sofa and table and walked to the refrigerator. He picked up a few beers and took them to the sofa which was already shifted from the right place.

The man opened the beer can and downed it once it ran out then clasped tightly until the can deflated then threw it towards the front. Darrel never thought Keyla would bring up James in front of him. Moreover, when the woman said that her husband was more able to satisfy her in bed and she loved him more than she did.

It is most sickening and as if trampled if men are compared to their manhood. Just like a woman who does not like compared to her beauty and body shape.

Am I jealous of the dead?

Darrel presses his temple. It felt like his blood was peaking and his head was hurting. He opened the beer cans one by one and drank them to the end. He didn't even leave a single drop in the can.

Are you crazy, Steve? Darrel asked himself and a question from Keyla buzzed in his ear, "How should I call you? Stevan Antonius or Darrel Douglas?" Damn it! Darrel. All the names of the animals of a garden of animals are spoken of!

Meanwhile, elsewhere, in a rather dark room because the owner was reluctant to turn on the lights, Keyla's body was stretched out like a teenager when she fell in love. He rolled to the right, to the left, face down, back, trying to find a comfortable position but did not find it at all.

He tried to throw away his negative thoughts. Why she had to take issue with her ex-husband who had slept with so many women that it spread everywhere. After all, their position has no relationship. What's more, Darrel is a normal, handsome, established and previously married man. Besides, wasn't it when they got married that Antonius, who now changes his name to Darrel, didn't mind his girlhood at all? Keyla felt despair with her own heart and mind. He felt guilty and angry.

Not wanting to drown with her own unstable mind due to the influence of Estrogen hormones, Keyla chose to busy herself by cleaning her clean room. In fact, even the dust did not dare to stick on his desk. After that he went downstairs, looking at the dining table, Keyla opened the hood. Boiled vegetables and grilled chicken are now in vain. Eggplant just like that at the table because at first he prepared dinner for Darrel.

Yes already! It's all that guy's fault! Keyla grumbled back to cover the hood and started wiping the tables, shelves, books, anything that could be cleaned. To kill time, this was the only thing done. But once he was done, he was exhausted and eventually ran out of energy.

Calm yourself, Keyla. You are no longer a teenager. Don't tell me you're having a second puberty?

Tok ... tok ....

The door sounds on tap. Keyla, who had been leaning her back on the sofa, stood up and opened the door. "Hi, Keyla!" greeting Victor filled with vigor while lifting up two boxes of cardboard. From the aroma, pizza and also fried chicken flour that is still hot and looks appetizing. Without realizing it, Keyla swallowed.

"Come in." Keyla invited and without hesitation, the young man sat on the sofa Keyla that felt soft, comfortable and from its shape, the sofa looks expensive.

"Have you had dinner? I ordered pizza and fried chicken. I want to share with you and your children. Are they asleep?"

"It's a pity" Victor replied with a slightly disappointed face as he opened the two cardboard boxes in front of him.

"Do you have any soda?" victor asked Keyla who was watching the fried chicken. In his mind, he had already thought about how savory the skin of the chicken wings were when it entered his mouth.

"I don't have soda. Do you want orange juice?" keyla asked as she stepped into the kitchen.

"I can drink anything!" victor shouted casually while biting the pizza with mushroom toppings, tuna and also red pepper.

Keyla's back from the kitchen. Bring two glasses and also a bottle of orange juice that is still intact. And without hesitation, Keyla took a piece of chicken wings and began to bite him. A savory and crunchy taste on his tongue, made him tired and his emotions evaporated just like that. At first glance he thought, was his anger and confusion caused by hunger? Keyla chuckled in her heart.

"Thank you, Victor. Thanks to the fried chicken you brought me, my mood is improving."

"Oh, I'm really disappointed. I thought because of my arrival you felt better."

"Haha." Keyla laughed at that. He felt Victor was a friend he had known for a long time. Not feeling awkward, or even a feeling of being stale. The best stress medicine is food and friends to talk to. Think Keyla.

"Victor's? Do you work here?"

"No. Haha. I'm just an unemployed. Haha." Of course Keyla did not believe his words. Unemployed, where can I buy a luxury apartment? Because there's no way Victor could hire him. If you only rent, why not choose an apartment that is cheap.

"Is that why your house is empty?" keyla's reply followed her laughter.

"Haha. You're right, Key. I don't have enough money to buy furniture."

"But you have enough money to buy pizza and fried chicken?"

"I didn't expect you to have such a good sense of humor. Next time I have money, you're gonna have to help me buy furniture." Victor spoke seriously then ended with laughter as usual. And without feeling, the two boxes were only crumbs left.

"I'm so full, Victor. I can't stand."

"I can eat again. Hahaha," replied Victor gulped down the orange-colored liquid with a single drink of his glass instantly empty.

"Where are you from, Victor?"

"My mother was Maroco and my father was French. That's why my face is handsome. After a few years in Tanzania, I decided to stay in Paris. Do you have a crush on me?"

Keyla choked when she heard the words of the man sitting in front of her. "Do you know how old I am? I'm older than you."

"Energy is not a problem. What matters is that you're not married. Didn't you say you lived alone? That means you don't have a husband."

"What if my husband works?"

"Oh, that's impossible, Keyla. From your words it sounds like you're alone. I mean, your own status."

While chatting, there was the sound of people knocking on the door. "Something seems to be coming." Keyla got up from the sofa and upon opening the door, Darrel had been standing with a sour face.

"What else is it? keyla asked in a tone made as if she was upset. Without answering, Darrel's muscular hand pulled Keyla's body into his arms. "I'm sorry, Key."

"There's someone inside. Let go of me." Keyla pushed Darrel's body away from him.

"Aheeem! I think I should go home now." Victor felt awkward and embarrassed watching the man who suddenly came and hugged Keyla.

"Faster is better. Or I'll kick you out of here!" sahut Darrel shows his dislike when he sees Victor. The man looks young and handsome. He also seems to have a heart for his ex-wife. The two eyes looked at each other as they passed. If there were no Keyla, maybe now they immediately fight jotos.

"Thank you, Victor. Next time we talk again" Keyla said, closing the door just after Victor left.

"What else do you want to talk about, Anthony?" keyla asked as she walked away from Darrel.

"You can laugh with other men. With me, why so cynical?" Darrel pulls Keyla's hand and lightning-fast******* the woman's lips violently. Keyla screeched, trying to push Darrel's body but it was just a waste.

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What Keyla had in mind :

Angel ; Keyla! Take out all your energy! Didn't you already spend a few pieces of fried chicken and pizza? run where's your energy? Push it with all your might. Don't let him kiss you.

Satan : Never mind, Key. Just surrender. You like a vicious kiss more than a soft one. Aye, right? Don't like to pretend. Antony was taken by people, you know.