I LOVE YOU, ABOUT ODY
This Love is Killing Me

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"Back the yuk pih room, it's sultry here. Shrimp ah take care of the work, we go to the room."

The woman who always managed to make me fall into blind love was seducing this old boss who was my client. I know, he's insinuating me.

He was angry because I was with them. He may also be showing that he is happy with the old boss.

Valen,, don't be like this. Please, I will be more willing if you get a loyal companion who is there for you at any time. Which not only makes you his mistress. Who dared to admit his existence to his family. Not that you consider just a rotating trophy that can be passed here and there by him.

I'm releasing you to happy Valencia dear, not to be insulted and demeaned like this.

"alright good. Don't take this shit. Go to the room first I'll catch up." the old man told him to leave first.

"Don't be long." Valencia's whining was showing off more affection in front of me which actually made me feel sorry for him, not jealous.

I turned my gaze when I saw him peek at the cheek that was not tight at all. Again, I'm not jealous, but I feel terrible.

Valencia left us both. I played the paper I received from the old man. Paper containing a row of numbers that are Valencia contact person.

"Call him. You are still young. Handsome again. He's gonna want to be with you. I'm sure your salary is not small either. You can definitely pay for it. It doesn't matter if you're not too good in bed because she only cares about money." whispered the old man to me.

I just smiled faintly in response to him. How could the old man tell me who and how the figure of a Valencia who in fact was still my wife before the hammer of the judge was actually knocked.

"Not to be ashamed. From the moment I noticed, you kept watching, didn't you? I'll only wear it till tonight. Tomorrow she can wear it." the old man chuckled again.

Old bastard,, no shame at all he said all that to me. What about his wife at home? Does she know how her husband is doing outside? Or maybe his wife is just like me, always believing in a partner even though he ends up being fooled raw.

"Meeting finished. Thank ye. Hopefully the cooperation of our company can run smoothly and the profit is great." the old man stood up and stretched out his hand.

"Thank you father. May all be well." I stood up and shook his hand.

Hands that may have touched Valencia's entire body in every inch or even entered into the dark and narrow space.

Huhh,, my body stiffened instantly. I remember, I remember very much what it was like to be the heaven of the world that I once enjoyed and felt from that beautiful body. And I still want it, I've been holding back all that flavor for too long.

Stupid,,,

Yeah, I'm a fool. Love is blind, right!! I was blinded by love. Even though he hurt me so much, I still have a lot of love for him. I still wouldn't even be willing if he was with another man who wasn't as privileged as what I always did to him.

I still want him to be happy, I still care about his life that I think is sad right now. I still want to save him. In fact, if she wanted to, I still wanted to make her my wife again.

I sat back in that chair alone. Staring blankly at the paper containing the number of that number. Worried about having to contact her?

Valencia,,, Valencia, why are you so enthroned in soul???

That afternoon, I decided to go to a place of a new age this time. A place that he said can make us forget our problems just by listening to music and drinking a drink of hand concoction reliable behind the bar table.

I'm dizzy!! Really dizzy. My meeting today with Valencia ruined everything. My concentration, my sanity, my logic, everything is paralyzed. All that remains is a body without a soul that already does not understand what can and should not be done.

I have finished my glass of drink. He said, the more drunk the more we can forget our problems. Therefore, here I am. A man without a soul is tormented by blind love.

I feel my head drifting. My body is also getting lighter. Just when the sound of my phone rings makes my hands itch if I don't answer it.

"Ha, lo, lo, who is it???" (Imagine it with a hoarse and stoned voice because of drunkenness).

"Om, um Ody why??"

I knew that voice even though I was drunk. That's my little girl's voice that's always been there for me. Look, when I'm down like this, the girl is here again. I smiled bitterly. Miris. Why is it always him?? Why not Valencia??

"Why really?? What's the business?" my talk's starting to get messed up.

"Om, Om drunk?? Tell me where om is now? Let Nada pick you up. Tone's in this house but nothing." My little girl sounded so worried about me.

"Not to pick up. Om to be happy here. Don't bother, om," I refuse it still with the typical sound of a heavy hangover.

"Where can't you go anyway. Tone pick up now."

My little girl doesn't make any more noise. I don't know what he's doing right now. How could he find me if I haven't told him where I am. Foolish, (when drunk remember there are increasingly sophisticated applications to be able to find the existence of someone hehehe,,,)

I still didn't leave my place. Glass after glass kept coming in turns as I requested. I don't know what time it is. All I know is that in my brain there's still a shadow of Valencia.

A woman approached me and stroked my face. Offered to accompany me. I'm not ignoring. Because there's only Valencia, Valencia, who I want.

"Please!! Don't bother him!!" a voice I knew kept the woman away.

Nada, my little girl. He's come to pick me up. He must have wondered how I got in this condition.

"Om, Om, why the hell is it like this?? Home yuk. I drank it!!" Just as I was about to finish my glass.

"We're going home now!!" again and I don't protest at all.

I let him take my wallet and pay my drink bill. I entrust this light body to her. Whatever it takes he takes me. This little girl I can always count on.

I know he must be very sad to see me like this. I who always pretended to be tough in front of him was now no more just a pathetic piece of living meat.

I'm sorry Ody Nada dear, but this love really did kill me. Om has been devastated since parting ways with his aunt Valencia. Om tried so hard to forget it to keep your feelings, but he failed. Om is still blinded by his love and his obsession with her, and,,,

May you understand, dear,, then,,,,

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