IT'S NOT MY FAULT TO LOVE YOU
Defense collapsed

Tristan takes Kimy to a mansion he rented while in New York. He held Kimy's hand tightly. This time his determination was unanimous to bring Kimy back to Indonesia and soon marry him.

" Let go, are you going to kidnap me again.." Kimy forcibly withdrew his hand but Tristan did not budge for a second. He clasped Kimy's hand even tighter. "Whose house is this?.."

" As long as we're in New York we'll stay here." replied Tristan.

" We, you're not us. I'll stay at my place.."

Tristan stuck Kimy's body on the wall and locked him up "I hate that you're acting formally on me. I'm who?.."

"Why is something wrong?.."

"I'm your fiancee, your future husband remembers that.." Tristan's word is full of emphasis. "You put where your ring is?.."

"I told you, I threw it away.."

"Kimmmyyy.." Tristan's jaw tightened, it felt like his patience was completely exhausted by now "OK alright, we'll buy again. Our wedding ring.."

"You're crazy.."

Tristan looked straight into Kimy's eyes, a gaze so sharp that he could see his reflection in the woman's eyes. For a minute, two minutes Tristan kept staring at Kimy without a word.

Tristan oh Tristan, your cold eyes can drive me crazy. Damn*n why can I love this crazy man.

" Say you don't love me.." Tristan said quietly with the same view. Kimy didn't answer of course. Even a child knows that he loves that man. Kimy can't lie. Tristan's eyes, nose, lips and everything else made him go completely insane. Kimy unilaterally tried to cut off his views. But Kimy was unable. Yeah, he can't afford to pretend he's not in love. He can't afford to be far apart anymore and again. That's enough this year.

"Br*france.." Kimy pushes Tristan's chest, but instead Tristan kisses Kimy's lips greedily. Kimy did not refuse, They kissed greedily, both expressing the longing that had been hidden. They spent the day together until nightfall.

At 23:00 Kimy woke up, when his eyes were open his mind was still not fully conscious. He saw an unknown ceiling. Instantly his brain flashed past what he and Tristan had been doing from noon until that late. And it happened again, the defense collapsed again. Kimy took a rough breath, tried to run and he saw his innocent body wrapped in a thick blanket.

"Kimy, you idiot." he said slowly. Immediately he got up and grabbed Tristan's white shirt lying on the floor. Kimy put on the shirt and walked out of the room.

Tristan and Dony saw Kimy coming down the stairs. Tristan tightened his jaw to see Kimy wearing only his shirt without wearing a daleman, visible from the buttons are not installed perfectly. Tristan glanced at Dony, looking dony was also watching Kimy. "So your eyes Don.."

"It's true you're jealous of me 😁.."

"Don't say much. You don't look at my woman at most.."

"😁😁I'm glad you're finally together again, congratulations.."

"Save your congratulations, give up your face bajing*an.."

"Maha.." Dony.

"Hey Don's.."

"Hay miss.."

"What are you doing Kimy.."

"What?.." Kimy is confused by Tristan's question.

"What's true is that you're not wearing a daleman baby.."

"Sstt.. Tristan hush.." Kimy covered Tristan with his hand. No less resourceful Tristan also pulled Kimy to sit on his lap. Dony who saw it was just smiling knot.

"I want to sit alone.." Kimy got out of Tristan's lap and sat down next to the man.

"Are you hungry?.."

"What time is it?.." Ask Kimy who doesn't know the time.

"Midnight, baby.."

"You're Kimy's soy sauce.."

"Ehem.." Dony cleared his throat so that his boss would not continue his words but Tristan was of course a fool.

"I want to go home.."

"Where haven't I told you we'd stay here.."

"Tristan don't be crazy. I'm not unemployed, tomorrow I have a job.."

"Nobody's crazier than me baby. I've taken care of all your work.."

"What do you mean?.."

"Ehm.. Sorry if you'll excuse me.." Dony knew that if there would be a long debate, he chose to withdraw from the situation.

Elsewhere, a man stands behind the window of his mansion. The man held the wine in his hand. One corner of his lips lifted. He smiled devil. "Just know your togetherness.."

**

" So you're going home to indo.." Ronald asks Kimy, who is possessed by Tristan. Kimy and Tristan are in Ronald's office. The three of them were sitting on the couch in Ronald's room "It doesn't matter what your career is good here.."

"Yes sis.."

"There's nothing good here for Kimy, where she's next to me. Nal.." Kimy stared intently at Tristan who was repaid by the loving gaze of Tristan.

"Ck. a playboy's words where to believe." replied Ronald indifferently without looking at Tristan, he just played a ballpoint pen in his hand and stared at the object. "By the way you've changed a lot now Tan. Now you can smile. Is the burden on your heart gone? Tristan that's cold like ice has melted away.."

Hearing Ronald's words Kimy's heart was filled. What does his cousin mean. Ronald knows, no. Kimy was sure Ronald knew nothing. If Ronald knew for sure he had beaten Tristan, it could have even killed his girlfriend. Seeing Kimy was worried Tristan clasped Kimy's hand tightly.

"Well Nal I think enough, maybe tomorrow I'll bring Kimy back. Thank you for keeping him here.." Kimy realizes the change in attitude of his cousin's sister towards Tristan. Kimy remembers the first time he took Tristan to his home Ronald was very well-come towards Tristan and they looked very close first. But now that Kimy sees Ronald not talking much to Tristan, he also seems unwilling to look into his girlfriend's face.

"Of course I look after her, she's momy's favorite daughter. Oh yeah you don't want to stop by my house. But now there's no momy preparing any more food.."

"Sister.." Kimy approached Ronald and hugged the man. Tristan just tightened his jaw to hear what Ronald said.

Sorry Nal, that's all I can say.

"Alright go home.." Ronald forcibly removed Kimy's body that was still holding her. He stood up and walked away from Kimy. The man looked out of the office through the big window, ignoring Kimy who was still crying and Tristan who was still sitting in his place.

Tristan looked at Kimy who was still crying, and he let out a rough breath. He hated seeing Kimy cry. He will make calculations on anyone who has made his lover cry. He got up to Kimy "Its okay we go home hmm.." Tristan stroked gently Kimy's open back.

"But brother Ronald." replied Kimy quietly. Tristan shook his head slowly. Signs that Kimy is not continuing his conversation. Tristan clasped Kimy's hand preparing to leave the room "Me and Kimy go home Nal. If there's something you want to talk to me about, my phone number is still the same." she said with a sharp look as she carried Kimy out of the room. Not a single Ronald flinching. He speaks a thousand languages. Only his jaw seemed to harden somehow holding back what.

On the way home, Kimy was unceasingly talking about Ronald." There's something Tristan, brother Ronald never was. You saw his attitude toward you, not that he was so close to you.."

"Kimy stopped discussing this matter." Tristan replied while driving his car. "I don't want to talk about something that makes you sad. You end up crying and I hate it.."

" Tristan why the hell don't you feel guilty at least sympathizing with aunt's death.." Kimy yells "Oh yeah I forgot how you might feel guilty.ck.." Kimy was still crying with a slight bitter smile, imagining the fact that the man next to him had already taken his tantric life.

Hearing that Tristan rubbed his face rough and pulled over his car. He tried to regulate his emotions for a moment and turned to Kimy "Until when will this discussion continue. We talked about it yesterday, baby, I don't want to argue with the same issue anymore.." Tristan tried to hold her voice as soft as possible.

Kimy stared intently at Tristan "For ever, this matter that will haunt our relationship forever Tristan. It's Tristan's human life, life. My dead aunt you know my Tante.." cried Kimy again with tears.

"Huh.." Tristan took a rough breath "You're driving me crazy Kimy. Then what should I do, what to say. Stop crying Kim. I hate to see you cry, it makes my blood boil you know.."

"Your blood is boiling heh, just watching me cry your blood is boiling. You don't feel in my position Tristan. I'm confused, on the other hand she's aunty and I have to pretend not to care.." Kimy was screaming.

Tristan tightened his jaw, he gripped the steering wheel of the car with his hands. Remember Tristan was not a patient man before knowing Kimy. He's a crazy guy because of the rigors of the life he's lived. If now he looks weak does not mean his crazy nature is gone, but for the sake of Kimy he is trying to change. The man was also at war with his heart. Between remorse and love. But Kimy does care about what Tristan feels. Kimy constantly confronted Tristan with the mistakes he made.