I Love You My Sugar Daddy
Stop lying to yourself

"Now you call me again like this. I feel increasingly incapable. I don't want to hear your voice anymore. I'm getting scared." The intonation is getting down. Rafael is now scrambling his own hair.

"Yes, maybe I look stupid in front of you right now, but that's the truth. I always need more time to get used to your absence. However, the longer, the more I get used to it." Rafael sighed slowly.

The man was getting desperate. Repeatedly cursed himself. He held back many times, but he kept saying things that he would eventually regret.

"Aeliza ...."

"Brother," Aeleasha interrupted Rafael's speech and a second later he continued, "marry."

The man clenched his jaw. I could hardly believe what the woman said.

Be ill.

So hurt.

Repeatedly Rafael shook his head in disbelief. In fact, the woman he loved now told him to get married.

Rafael is laughing. "Even you're now asking me to get married?"

The atmosphere is getting out of control. Aeleasha now blinked her eyes. "Sorry." That was all he could say in the end.

Aeleasha was completely confused. Especially what he has to do. I think he really is a bad guy now.

The man again laughed in despair. "It's not your fault. Never once will it be your fault."

Rafael finally stopped his laughter. "I'm the one who should have apologized to you, but never had time."

The man now took a breath, adjusting his messy rhythm as his emotions involuntarily increased.

"Never feel guilty, Aeleasha. All I ever wanted was your happiness."

Rafael is now lowering his octave. Closing his eyes for a moment, regretting his words that were again outrageous.

"Brother, stop thinking about the happiness of others. Think of your own happiness this time." Aeleasha's voice with the octave rose one level higher.

Those words were words that he had always wanted to say long ago. As long as the woman knew Rafael, he was a man who was always kind to her and always put others ahead of himself.

Rafael has always had a natural desire to help others. He often sacrifices his own in order to help.

No matter if he was in trouble, as long as it could help, as long as it could make others happy, it would make him feel enough.

Raphael is like an angel in human form.

However, seeing Rafael in his current state, Aeleasha felt that he had the same anxiety as everyone else.

Rafael also felt a sense of incongruity. He also felt difficulty.

Rafael just smiled faintly. "You should be happy freely. No need to bother thinking about my happiness."

"I'm not just thinking about you, but your mother's worrying thoughts as well."

Aeleasha. "Sometimes the most important thing for a person is not how he leaves or forgets his past, but how to leave those wounds and pains behind and start to move forward again with new steps."

I don't know the courage from which Aeleasha could say this.

Raphael only fell silent with a thousand thoughts stuck in his head. I don't know what kind of sentence he deserves this time.

"I also just wish you happiness, Brother." Aeleasha exhaled, now lowered her head until her hair dangled over her face.

"Hopefully" said the little Rafael.

There was no special hope in what he said. Raphael never dared to hope. He doesn't know what his hope is.

If he hopes for anything, the man is afraid that he will damage all the order that has been arranged neatly. He was afraid that his hopes would ruin the happiness of others.

The woman speaks with low intonation, such as ******* which the opera narrator reads as the red curtain slowly begins to close.

A parting sentence that Rafael had memorized out of his head. At times like this it sounds more sad than he thought.

"You too." Next will be answered like this.

Everything is predictable.

Rafael sighed, then lowered his phone from his ear. The call is closed.

The man loosened the tie that strangled his neck, then neutralized the increasingly chaotic rhythm of his breathing. Really, he's really fed up.

It was enough for everyone around him to have him take care of the marriage and**** to his whimper and now, his ex-wife, the woman whose name still occupied the throne in his heart is now telling him to get married too.

It was like a nightmare to wake him up.

Raphael closed his eyes for a moment. His hands moved shut off the lights in his study. He let the room be covered in darkness and himself drowned in it, so that not only his own heart was pitch-black.

He then stood up, stepping firmly as if confident. The entire office was as dark as it was, but Rafael stepped in neat steps as if nothing had happened.

Until then he came out of the office to the parking lot illuminated by dim lighting.

The man started the engine of his car. Then decided to drive his car with certainty, towards one destination. The crowded street was as usual it went through carefully.

Until Rafael finally arrived.

The clean white building welcomed him. Rafael stepped out his legs, down the hallway after hall that looked like a labyrinth in the contents of his dead-end head. Until then, he found the woman.

Women who are sitting in waiting chairs outside the inpatient room. His jet mane covered part of his face, covering the sadness in the look of his eyes, as if he was trying to hide from the world. Rafael knew him as someone like that.

The man then braced his steps to get closer.

The woman is still down. Slowly he saw a pair of pantofel shoes that stepped closer to his territory. He then looked up. He found the face of a man who was not so foreign in his eyes.

"Don't hide anymore." The man said.

The woman clenched her jaw. His eyes were staring carefully. Until their eyes met in a straight line. Until then his jaw hardened. The woman raised her face even more.

"How did you find me here?"

Rafael lowered his gaze until he looked at the shoes that were treading on the cold floor. Then he smiled thinly. Desperate and sad.

His eyes then turned back on the two obsidians who were as if they were waging a burning fire. Not a hot fire that can make it into ash, but a fire that is so cold, which can freeze the flow of his pulse until it finally breaks into pieces.

The fire in his eyes, was a different fire. At first, Rafael would have thought it was anger, but in the end he felt something bigger than anger. Something more frightening than anger.

"Don't lie anymore."

In the end, the sentence just slid away. Make the mama now cut off his sight. Sneaky. Full of disgust, full of arrogance.

"You've known and seen for yourself from the beginning. I always lie. Even from the first second. You don't have to bother doing this."

The woman now straightened her body, crossed her hands and leaned her body back.

Rafael only smiled slightly as he took a slow deep breath. "That's not what I mean."

The woman is still looking at him straight.

"Stop lying to yourself, Alesha."

To be continued...