Miss Coollant Mr. Sangkang
41. CRUSHED TO PIECES

His world was broken. The sadness that had struck, now returned with a bigger hit. So hurt. Even the trust was all as if it was shattered into pieces. Like his wounded heart.

While running with tears, Zafia spilled her wheeze. Her tears showed how disappointed she felt. The figure of the father who had been proud of him all this time. It was just a bi4dab guy.

A deceptive who seems authoritative. It's like a showman on stage. Zafia really did not expect, if the authoritative attitude of her father all this time. It doesn't change just camouflage.

Brucks.

"Sorry" Zafia told the man she hit.

Not yet the person he hit gave an answer. Zafia just left. Continue his steps to immediately leave the place. The place that made him know all the truth. The truth that hurt his heart.

The truth makes him feel stupid. Yes, Zafia felt that she was really stupid. Because of the figure of the father who used to be very respected. The father who is always proud. The man who was enthroned as a father to him, was a proud figure for fighting for the family. But the truth is not like that.

"Sorry, Boss. Miss Zafia looks crying."

Report the guy who's monitoring Zafia to Arbhy. The man reported his surveillance results via phone call.

"What's going on? Do you know what made her cry?" tanya Arbhy across the phone.

"We don't know either, Boss. Because we were just following him who entered the luxury hotel building. However, a moment later, Miss Zafia came out already with tears in her eyes."

Explain carefully while continuing to follow Zafia. The man spoke to Arbhy.

"Do your best. Find out what made her cry!" arbhy gives the order.

The man returned to pocket his phone, after receiving an order from Arbhy. Returning to follow Zafia who left by using a taxi.

"You go follow that cab. Miss Zafia is in it. Do not lose track. I'll take care of something here!" he told his partner who was waiting outside the building.

While elsewhere Arbhy is made restless, after getting word of Zafia.

"What's wrong?" asked Hamdani who had been watching Arbhy.

"There's a little problem." Arbhy replied with a worried look.

"What problem?" hamdani's forehead crinkled in astonishment.

"Of course." Arbhy looks riled up.

The young man could no longer sit comfortably in his place. While the business partners they were waiting for did not come.

"Bang," call Arbhy.

"Hm" Hamdani only responded with deheman.

"Is the person from our client still long?" ask Arbhy.

Hamdani looked at the clock circling his wrist.

"We'll wait another five minutes. What's the matter?" ask Hamdani.

"Ah, it's okay." Arbhy tried to cover up Zafia from Hamdani. The young man did not want Hamdani to come back to taunt him later.

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"I lost track." Someone told his partner over the phone.

"How can you?" his partner's voice sounded angry across the street.

"I'm stuck at a red light" the man complained in anger.

"God! Basic is useless. How am I supposed to tell Mr Arbhy this way, Max?" the friend asked, sounding frustrated.

"I don't know either, Dante. I'll try to find him" Max said, trying to convince his partner.

"I'll try." Max immediately disconnected his phone.

Meanwhile, the Zafia they were looking for had just arrived at the Mention. The girl ran away crying. Opening the door in haste. Making a noise.

"The mob!" mayra looked astonished. While Zafia was aghast at Mayra's call.

"Mayra!" Zafia called out with a trembling voice.

Realizing that Zafia was crying, Mayra immediately rushed to her feet from her seat. Approaching Zafia with anxiety.

"What's going on? Why are you crying?" ask Mayra worried.

Zafia didn't give any answers. The girl rushed over and hugged Mayra tightly. He shed all his sadness at that moment. Zafia was crying, hugging Mayra.

"Hey, Fia! Why are you crying like this?" mayra asked attentively.

Not only that, the woman's hand gently stroked Zafia's shaky shoulder. Hopefully that will make Zafia feel calm.

"Did someone make trouble with you? Tell me who he is! Let me beat him up, "Mayra thinks Zafia has a problem with her college friend.

But Zafia shook her head quickly. Denying the estimate that Mayra guessed. Because Zafia didn't cry because of her college friends.

"Then why are you crying? Did you lose something?" asked Mayra feeling worried.

"Did someone abuse you?" along with the last question, Mayra tried to break the distance with Zafia.

Zafia came back with a whim. As if his voice was stuck in the throat. Zafia could not make a sound to answer Mayra.

"Then what makes you cry like this, Zafia?" mayra asked in an impatient tone.

"I-I saw Pa-pa, May. She ... she was staying at the hotel with one of the students at my college," Zafia explained in a voice.

Mayra froze in place. His eyes turned into a sad. He then grabbed Zafia's body. The girl came back crying in Mayra's arms.

"Are you sure? That's Om Damiant?" ask Mayra carefully.

"I'm pretty sure, May. Because I made sure of it myself. I followed. And ...." Zafia could no longer speak.

The girl recalled how the erotic voice sounded. His father's familiar voice in his ears. It was disgusting when the voice kept ringing in Zafia's ears.

Because it again reminds Zafia of the betrayal, which Ardian committed on her. Forcing the wound to open. This time it was worse than before.

"Why, May? Why are they so bad to me?" asked Zafia on the sidelines sobs.

"What's my fault with them, May? Why are they so desperate to make me hurt like this?

"just fine. Ardian would have betrayed me. This is all karma from God. Yes, surely what happened to me was karma from God. Because of Papa," raved Zafia.

"Enough, Zafia! Be calm! That's not true" Mayra tried to appease Zafia.

"No, May! This must be all the karma I have to accept, because of Papa's actions. I hate him, May! I hate!" Zafia is back.

Shaking her head, Mayra completely disagreed with Zafia's remarks. He immediately parsed the distance and framed Zafia's face with both hands.

"Zafia, listen to me!" tell Mayra firmly. "Look at me! Never blame yourself for a mistake you never made. Youunderstand?"

"How can I do that, May?" ask Zafia yourself. "My heart hurts so much. I really feel broken to pieces," Zafia said in despair.

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