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Ody's eyes widened along with the reawakening of wounds that still felt fresh. Ody's eyes felt hot then. His vision blurred because the puddles of tears that arrived just piled up in the eye pelupuk.

"Why should the meeting be at Hotel A??" ogre.

Various bad pieces at the hotel also began to appear. Bad memories of a beloved wife who shared her body and love with another man.

Once in his heart determined never to pass the road to get there. Especially going to that hotel again. It won't!!!

But what do you want to say? The job requires him to be professional. The client was staying at the hotel and wanted their meeting today to be held in the hotel lobby because the client was not feeling well. He does not want to travel far. He was just trying to be professional. Although not healthy still keep the appointment that has been made a few days before.

Ody breathed deeply. Trying to get rid of all those bad memories. Trying to get as much oxygen as possible so that his brain can think more clearly.

"Spirit!! It's been 2 months. The wrong thing is Valencia, not the hotel. So there is no need to hate the hotel No need to fear the heartache again if there. I certainly can." he said then cheered himself on.

Ody takes care of everything he might need while he's there. Then he rushed towards there with a heart that was formed as strongly as possible.

But in fact the heart was softened again when the car was getting closer to the hotel. The more here the pieces of the puzzle of bad memories are more clearly formed. Leave pain in the heart.

Ody braked his car before entering the hotel. He took a deep breath back. Calm the soul that continues to rebel invited to enter there.

"Huufftt,, Relax Ody. Calm down's. You can do it." he suggested himself with kindness.

Then step back on the gas pedal and enter the hotel courtyard. Welcomed by a parking valet officer who is so friendly offers his help to find a parking space.

Ody's heavy breathing again adorned his steps before entering the hotel. Coinciding with a message notification from a client who changes their meeting at the hotel restaurant only, not the lobby.

"Good sir. I'll be there soon." type Ody fast.

He also rushed to the restaurant. He certainly does not want his client who is not healthy it must linger long waiting for him.

His steps stopped for a moment as someone waved at him. That's his client. Ody sees the client taking the woman with him who is likely his secretary. Ody smiled, waved back then approached them.

"Good day, father. Sorry for making you wait." Ody shook his client's hand.

"It's okay. Please sit down." his client who looked older away from him seemed pleased by his presence.

"Good day, Mmmm miss,," Ody instead greeted the woman next to him who had lowered her head and was busy with her phone with a sense of uncertainty.

"Yes noon." he said tightly without raising his head.But do not look up also Ody know who the woman is.

Valencia!!!

He wondered what he was doing with this client. His secretary?? Where maybe in 2 months the woman who is still not officially divorced by him legally has mastered the science of business management and the like to be able to become a secretary of a great entrepreneur.

Or is he the gun*diknya???

The same pain suddenly felt ripped open the heart of Ody who never recovered from the wounds due to his separation with Valencia. Trouble he swallowed all that all this time, but had not been swallowed up,, he was filled with bitter reality again.

It made Ody smile wryly, bitterly, and enduring pain. Knowing his beloved woman who until now actually still remains enthroned in his heart is now even a mistress boss.

"Valen, if I could save you from this kind of situation and condition, if you would, I would, I might,,,,"

"Let's talk about our business." the murmur in Ody's heart was immediately stopped by the remark of the client who brought him back to the real world.

"Good father."

Ody tries hard to be professional even though his mind is not focused. Every now and then he steals a look at a woman who is completely unaware of her existence. The woman just smiled at her own smile while continuing to play her gadget.

"It looks like Valencia are enjoying the position. He doesn't seem to suffer or be forced."

"So what do you think??"

"Huh,, I? I think?" Ody was stuttered by the client's question.

"Yes. What do you think of the plan I just said?" the client repeated the question.

"Oh yes, father. Goody. Real good. I agree." answered Ody quickly though honestly he did not listen at all.

He is focused on Valencia. Ody only realized that the woman was still number one in his heart regardless of everything he had done to her. Valencia is still the master.

"I'm not letting you go to be like this Valencia. I want you to change. God, is it wrong that I took this step? Letting go of it only makes him live in the depths of sin."

"Flame, I'll go to the toilet first." Valencia put his phone in his bag and peyot cheeked the money.

A moment later his eyes met that of Ody. The eyes were rounded only to realize that there was a figure from the past who must have been aware of its existence here since then.

There were panicked, embarrassed, scared, threatened eyes and other strange gazes. Valencia stiff in place.

"Say he went to the toilet. There first. I'm waiting here. My meeting is about to end so we can go back to the room again." exclaimed the old man disconnecting the eyes between the two people.

"Ergh,, Ii, Ii, Iya papih." said Valencia nervously.

Soon he picked up a few pieces of tissue and left the two men. Sometimes he still looks back and Ody still looks at him with sad eyes.

Long gone like swallowed by the earth, mobile number can not be contacted, medsos not active,, know he had his new life as a mistress boss.

"Beautiful right?" the client's chirps made Ody blink a few times and resisted the embarrassment of looking at Valencia.

"Sorry father. I just,,,"

"What's wrong. Don't feel bad. If you want, no, no, I'll give you his contact number. We used to take turns wearing them. The important thing is clear." said the client by playing the tip of his finger making a gesture of the symbol of money.

"Thank you, sir." Ody received the paper with the number Valencia with a wry smile. The fact Valencia peddled himself was very worrying his feelings.

The guilt of letting him go, the desire to save him from the silt, and the pain of Valencia's betrayal. All mixed into one.

"You've always managed to break Valen's heart."

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