IT'S NOT MY FAULT TO LOVE YOU
Despised

What would the story be if the heart began to think of the unthinkable before. Like his thing a handsome man who walked by carrying a red rose in his hand.

In your dream never crossed will do this disgusting thing, according to the man.

Tristan continued walking past the intense people staring at him in awe as well as wondering that. Whom did Tristan bring flowers for? Since when did the man turn out to be this romantic, at least that must be what they had in mind.

The man knocked on the door of a small room in the corner of a golf course that had been conjured into a jungle full of large green trees. Yeah, all the crew's been juggling the place for shooting needs.

Lexa opened the door and was surprised to see the CEO of PT ABR standing in front of the door with a cold look. Of course, the 40-year-old woman was clumsy and misbehaved to find the look of killing the man before her.

" Sir..."

" I want to meet Kimy.." Tristan walked in after saying that, leaving Lexa still dumbfounded while holding the doorknob of the room.

Kimy who closed his eyes was unaware of the mysterious man's arrival. His eyes slightly waited for the touch of a makeup brush that had previously swept his eyelids. Kimy opened her eyes when she felt the artist's make up stop her activities.

" Sir.." Kimy was looking for her make up artist, when she opened the invisible eyes of the woman who put on her beautiful makeup.

Whither?

Kimy stared strangely at the two women he found on his left side that looked silently silent. Kimy looked at Lexa, who looked to direct her eyes to Kimy's right side. Realizing that something was wrong on her right side, Kimy tried to slowly turn her head around.

Something's wrong, who's next to me..

" You're so pretty baby.." Belom Kimy saw who it was he had already heard words of praise from someone's cold voice. Kimy stopped his activities while closing his eyes for a while.

Bastrad, why is he here. Belom satisfied he played me yesterday.

Kimy opened his eyes and looked back as fast as lightning. He saw the bastrad man according to him, carrying a bunch of fiery red roses. Kimy looked at the man with a strange and misguided look.

The two women standing on Kimy's left side slowly walked towards the door, yes, they both came out leaving the man and woman who were staring at each other.

During this time Kimy always told her personal things, even Kimy told her contact with Gilang in detail. What happened this time, he knew nothing. By the time Kimy gets flower deliveries from the man, Lexa is already suspicious. But Kimy told him nothing. Now he was sure that the artist was actually playing with the man.

" What are you doing here?.." Kimy said then he saw the man. Tristan approached Kimy, but the woman had no free space because she was still sitting on the dressing chair.

" Of course I want to see you.." Tristan said coldly while smiling and walking slowly, but it was precisely the most frightening smile for Kimy.

After arriving right in front of Kimy, the man quickly turned the chair that Kimy was sitting on towards him. Arched her body towards Kimy and whispered softly "I miss you.." Whether it was a hoax what a clear reality the man said it with great emphasis.

Maybe for Tristan he was playing with Kimy, obviously for him his intention to approach Kimy is not based on love or like. Two disgusting words he thought. There are no words of love or like on the dictionary. He was close to a woman for one thing only, channeling his passions and that's what he used to do with bitches out there. Not only the bitch of top artists and famous models, he often sleeps. But this time it was different, he approached Kimy with only one goal of revenge. Kimy is the bridge, the man is sure through the woman he can shake all his enemies to pieces. This woman is the beloved woman of all her enemies.

All goals are not easy to achieve. There must be steep pebbles, there must be sacrifices, there will be hurt, there will be tears. Maybe for normal-minded people, Kimy wasn't the target. The girl knows nothing, she's not the one at fault. But for Tristan, it cares what the girl is. His humanity seems to have been lost when it comes to his enemies.

Unfortunately Tristan feels for the first time in his life he feels not well received by a woman he approached. Yesterday when he kissed the girl, with full force the girl fought him, refused him, did not want him. His aggressive soul appeared. It is no longer about revenge but about self-worth. To him his pride was trampled by the girl. He who in recent years has always been flattered and adored by every circle. And now a little girl in his opinion, who had no meaning at all had rejected him outright.

For him Kimy is nothing, just a useless human being according to him. Even if the girl is the daughter of a conglomerate, it means nothing to her. How dare a little girl who is just a model who watches her body to some people reject her. Who she is, she is useless. Just like the bitch he used to sleep with, just like models and artists who used to satisfy him just in exchange for a scrap of check, some even willing to give it free.

" You shouldn't be here.. "Jawab Kimy stammered, because of his caged body he felt Tristan's warm breath sweeping his face. Just this time Kimy felt intimidated by someone. He was the one who was usually always brave, but every look at the killing gaze of the man made him completely dead lice. The man continued to give his deathly gaze, getting closer and closer. As soon as he felt his heart was about to jump when for one more time, the bastrad man thought it was peeping his tiny lips, just for a moment.

Damn, how dare he do it again.

Kimy spontaneously pushed the man's body with both hands. Not only that, he also gave a hard slap to the handsome man. The red rose that had been in her lap had fallen.

Kimy and Tristan faced each other, with breath hunting the two giving each other a deadly look. For this time Tristan really felt the woman in front of him had made the limit of his patience run out. Likewise with Kimy, his assessment of the man when he first met was quite mesmerizing. Who can fight the charm of a Tristan.

But for a moment all those wonderful judgments seemed to be gone. Yesterday maybe the first time he was abused, yes abuse according to him, he will try to forget even though the memory continues to be in his brain. But now that he experienced it again, the bastrad man kissed him again, his patience was up, he was not afraid anymore. This time he fought back, giving a hard slap to the smooth cheek of the man. The man is no longer of value to Kimy, the bastard he thinks, the venereal, perverted criminal. No more gazes of admiration or thumping for Kimy. Both of them, for the first time gave each other hateful gazes. Hate the one word that is in the heart of both. They both hate each other.

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