Hate You, Love You
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"really ? Then what's the stain"

Gio followed the direction of his mother's eyes, and he swallowed his own saliva with great difficulty. His jaw went up and down, and his face turned pias. "Mung-maybe just plain dirty. This carpet has to be replaced. Gio's okay, Mama don't worry" replied Gio stammering.

His mother did not go straight away, he looked closely at the face of his favorite child. "Mama loves you very much, Gio. And you know that" said the mother, and it made Gio fixated on hearing it.

"Stop hurting yourself this way. What you do can hurt others" he continued in a soft but firm tone.

Deg !

What his mother said, made Gio slapped hard. "I've hurt someone else, Ma," Gio's inner self in his heart. Although Gio knew that what his mother meant was to hurt his father because of their very bad relationship lately.

"You're a good boy, don't let that woman ruin your life" the words ended the conversation between Gio and his mother. Because the mother immediately left Gio alone in his room.

Gio sat his body that still felt limp on the edge of the bed. He reached into his pocket and read the identification once again. "A-ma-ra Mah-reen," he read slowly. Guilt enveloped Gio's heart at this moment.

And true to what his mother said, Gio was a good boy. He even took care of his ex-girlfriend earnestly. Not once did Gio touch her because he wanted to do it after marriage to feel special.

Last night, it was a first for Gio and he unfortunately did not remember anything. "Ah siaalll !" Gio Maki. All he remembers is sitting at the bar with a few bottles of drink. And indeed these past few days, Gio has always been haunted by the feeling of wanting to reciprocate the treatment of his lover by sleeping with other women. But this is not the way either.

"Good morning, sir," a few servants came to replace Gio's dirty carpet.

"We've come to change the carpet,"

"Oh yes, I also asked for some large plastic bags. Bring me two or three bags" said Gio.

"Plastic garbage ?" Asked one of the servants with furrowed brows not understanding.

"I want to throw away the bed linen and the blanket. It's not comfortable to use" replied Gio.

"Mmmm ba-well,"

Gio reached into his wallet and took out a lot of hundred thousand dollars. There may be about 30 pieces. He immediately gave it to one of the servants. "Down and ask no more questions" said Gio and they obeyed.

Gio himself pulled the bed sheet and rolled it so that the red stain was invisible to the servants. Lucky for Gio because the fabric of his mattress was dark blue almost black, making the translucent stain invisible.

Soon Gio asked for a replacement sheet and he himself installed it. What Gio did made the servants look at him in amazement as this was the first time they had seen Gio working. Usually it is the servants who do such things. Gio has always been spoiled by his mother.

It was not without reason that his mother was pampering Gio so much. Because it takes a hard fight to be able to carry her child. It takes patience and a huge cost so that he can get a child, namely Gio.

Therefore, Gio's mother provides the best education for her child. Until Gio grows up to be a good man. Gio never played women let alone drunk, but the betrayal of his fiancee made Gio change.

"Thank you" Gio said to the servants who had helped him.

He immediately went into the bathroom to clean himself up. Gio stood in front of the mirror, looking at his own reflection. He looks really fucked up right now.

Suddenly Gio was stunned as a shadow flashed across his head. The shadow of a girl who cried softly and avoided her kiss. The guilt re-entered his heart. "Gue has to find the girl and account for everything" Gio told himself and he did not mess with what he said.

***

"Huh. hah..," Breath of Amara hunted panting. He woke up half-naked and lying on the floor of his bathroom. Amara was wearing only a towel. His skin was already wrinkled from the cold. Looks like Amara fell unconscious there since last night.

But he came to a realization as the shadow of a man's face with a blank eye looked down on him and also stomped his body nonstop. Made Amara's breath hunt down in fear.

"Tidaakkk... Tidaakkkk..," Amara cried in silence because her voice could not come out of her mouth. His hunting breath was hot, Amara had a high fever at this time.

"Fra... You're awake, son ?" His mother's voice was heard with a knock on the door.

"Ara ?" Call again. And Amara soon rose with great difficulty. His head was throbbing pain, as well as the core of his body.

"Mara ?"

"A-I'm awake. Wait!," replied Amara with a very hoarse voice. Immediately he threw the towel he was wearing and changed into a nightgown and a hoodie sweater. Her hair was half dry Amara pigtails high.

He also immediately put his clothes last night into the trash can in his room.

"Mara, are you sick ?" Ask her mother when Amara opens the door.

The girl's face looked pale and her eyes were red. His breath is hunting and short. His pink lips looked dry. How is Amara not sick ? He had just experienced violence and had been unconscious all night on the damp bathroom floor with just a towel covering his body.

"I'm fine" replied Amara lying.

"You're so hot, Ara!" Said the mother as she touched her daughter's forehead.

"Let's go to the doctor !"

"No !! Ara won't, Ma !!" Shouted Amara hysterically. It made her mother wonder.

"Ara ?"

"Ara please, Ma. Don't take Amara to the doctor. Ara just needs to rest" replied Amara Lirih. He felt guilty for yelling at his mother.

But Amara really did not want to go see a doctor. He was afraid the doctor would find out what he was going through last night. It will surely break the hearts of his father and mother.

"Ara just needs a cold medicine and sleep," said Amara again, and finally her mother gave up.

"alright... Mama make chicken soup first, and then you bring cold medicine for you. No need to go to college today. Just tell me you're sick" said his mother.

"Yes Ma" said Amara.

***

Amara sat on the floor and leaned her body against the bed. The room looks dark because Amara does not want to open the curtain. Amara wants to hide from the world.

At this time Amara just wants to be alone while licking his wound so that it can heal by itself. His eyes are empty. Amara hopes that everything will pass soon so that she can resume her life again.

The phone in his hand vibrated somehow for how many times, and Danis' name was written there. Amara did not dare to answer the call from the man, nor did she have the guts to return the message. Amara did not know what to say to the man she loved so much. One thing's for sure, Amara doesn't want to lose Danis no matter what.

Amara bowed her head and cried in silence. "I'm sorry, honey." he said almost inaudibly.

To be continued

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