Male Charm Storage
Beginnings

I never thought someone like me could feel love. Sounds cliche but that's it.

My name is Owen Nikolai Zwart, I must feel heartbreak because my first love was the son of the man who had wiped my father's life.

However, it wasn't that that I was desperate for, but rather that the girl had married someone else when I found her again. That girl never even remembered me at all, the opposite of me who a few years back always went through the day thinking about the same girl, Zahra Alhana. I've even been looking for his whereabouts since our first meeting that managed to bring out that damn feeling.

Yeah, the world is sometimes that cruel. Zahra's father killed my father. However, the universe brought me to Zahra. The first meeting that made me fall in love with that girl, because she saved my life from an accident.

I also decided to make peace with the situation, forgetting the grudges to kill everyone related to my father's killer. That grudge has been holding me since I was 7. But, I tried to forget her because remembering Zahra was the girl who had saved my life and had also stolen my heart. Her real mother had also been killed for my grudge, so I guess everything had broken even.

I'm 32 now and I never want to get involved again with the word "love" that once let me down when I hadn't even started.

Yes, I let Zahra go because I realized she had more right to be with the person she loved and loved than I had no place in her heart at all.

I'm not giving up, but I'm realistic. I take all of this as a form of peace to appease my wounded and vengeful heart. I escaped from that trap.

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After choosing to make peace with the circumstances, I decided to return to my country solely to forget about Zahra anyway.

Almost all the men loyal to me have been freed from my black world. Only Jared now accompanies me as a right-hand man and one who helps me in any case.

"Master, your flight schedule is almost here .." said Jared.

I glanced at him at a glance, then wordlessly began to walk towards the plane that was going to take me back to my home country.

My journey this time felt more peaceful than it already was - already, probably because I had already let go of those shackles of vengeance.

Nearly 8 hours into the air, the plane finally arrived at an airport in my home country.

I walked in front of Jared first, ignoring him who was carrying some of my not-so-much luggage.

Brak ...

"Sorry, I'm sorry, Miss!" The sound of Jared.

"No, I'm the one who apologized because I hit you" said a woman who appeared to be in a hurry.

I could only stare at the sight flatly. Wanting me to tell Jared to pass from there, my assistant actually helped clean up the stuff - the woman's stuff scattered on the floor.

I shook my head faintly and left Jared for the car that had picked me up, let Jared just follow later, I thought.

A few minutes waiting in the car, Jared finally came to follow.

"Sorry, Sir. I'm making you wait."

"Yes, yeah. hurry in!"

The car began to walk to my residence in this country, I did often return from my country to Indonesia. I used to go to Indonesia to look for the descendants of my father's killers and avenge them, and sometimes while looking for Zahra too - which at that time I did not know that Zahra was the son of the man who had killed my father.

Now I know everything and I don't have to go back to that country because now I'm going to stay here without any more grudges.

I had to pay more attention to Oxela, my little sister who never got the affection of our parents because they had died at the age of Oxela who was very small.

"Jared, I'll rest. You can occupy your room and rest too!" I said as soon as I arrived at my house.

"Good, Master!"

"Ah yes, tonight I want to have fun. Take care of all my needs for that."

Jared nodded politely, he already understood what I meant about it. Then the man left after putting all my luggage in my private room.

"Sister....." Oxela's carefree voice sounded as I was about to close the door.

"Hmm?"

"You home? I'm so happy, brother." Oxela hugged me tightly and I returned her warm embrace.

"Sister, stay here until my birthday party. I'll introduce you to someone!"

"I'll stay here any time!" flat say.

"really? Brother won't leave me again? Not out of the country anymore?"

"Not for now, but if there's a job maybe I'll go once in a while."

"Ah..yeah, if the matter of work is certainly okay, as long as you don't go to look for trouble to make you come home with scars, I don't like it, sister!"

"Not my friend." Oxela.

"Then?"

"Boy-friend.." said Oxela carefully.

"Oh my.. What else is this?" I'm not so happy with my sister's answer.

"Come On, Brother! I've been 27 years, if you don't want a marriage or never feel love, don't stop me from doing what I want!" Oxela said softly and with teary eyes, making me unbearable.

I was silent for a moment to digest my sister's sentence. Yes, Oxela was right, I shouldn't have stopped her because her age was more than enough to date and even marry. I don't want to complicate it just because I failed at romance. Maybe I'm less fortunate with love, but Oxela still deserves it, right?

"Well, I want to know him. Make sure he's the man in charge. Otherwise, I'll have to get rid of him right then and there!" my firmness.

"He's a good man, brother. Calm down. I've already sorted it."

"Yes, passing the selection from you is not necessarily passing my selection!"

"It's up to your sister, the important thing is that I'll introduce her later."

"All right, I want to rest first" I said.

"okay, Sis. Happy resting. I'll wait for our dinner later..." Oxela blinked one eye and closed the door of my room as I shook - shaking my hand as a gesture to tell her to leave.

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After dinner with Oxela, I decided to go to the Club for fun. Sometimes I drink to forget my problems. Sometimes I have a one-night relationship with the woman I choose. It's normal for a man my age who really needs a release.

I choose in terms of dating, I also always play it safe. I've never played a feeling in anything like this. Pure for sheer pleasure.

"Miss, you're here..." Jared who was sitting behind me sounded a scream at someone. I know Jared did it because the sound of the music at the Club was pretty loud.

"Yes." answered the woman, who I said was the woman who accidentally hit Jared at the airport - or was Jared hitting him?

I don't know.

Jared passed after chatting with the woman, she wanted to wait for me in the car when I had invited her to drink with me but Jared refused.

The woman Jared was calling out was quite attractive to me because I just realized that the woman's stature is not like most girls in my country. Her stature is more like an Asian woman, or is she an Indonesian woman?

I couldn't pay much attention to his face because of the light and the dim lights that were in this place. But I can ask you directly, maybe.

"Sorry, are you an Indonesian woman?" tanyaku berbasa - stale to the point.

The woman turned her head and looked at me, our eyes met and somehow my gaze seemed to be locked there for a few seconds.

"Yes, you're right..." The woman gave a small grin, it seemed that she was already a little drunk.

"Who are you with here?"

"By yourself..."

"alone?" I asked again, quite surprised because he was at the night club alone in a state of half-drunk.

The woman nodded while extending a hand to me.

"Gloria" he said, introducing himself.

"Owen," I answered welcoming her ice-cold hand.

"Owen, I want to ask, do you think that as a man.. Am I not beautiful?" gloria asked started to groan because of the drunken effect.

"You mean?"

"Am I ugly? Is my face ugly?" Gloria looked at me.

"Not really, for an Asian size you're pretty enough" I replied honestly.

Suddenly the woman was crying sobbing.

"Hey... Why are you crying? Don't cry near me, everyone will think I caused you to cry!" I said grumbling - astonished.

Gloria did not heed my words, it just grew sobbing louder, making me close my eyes for a moment. In the next second, I regretted having invited her to meet and chat tonight.

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