Moving On
Let it Pass

The hot day has changed with the cold night. Beautiful stars in the sky surround the moon that shines brightly. Emelie looked at the scenery during the trip. He continued to imagine Adriana's face before she fell. There is a sense of pity and hatred that is now fused into one. Even Emelie herself does not know now to be happy or crying for Adriana.

The expanse of the sea that was so dark now stretched out before his eyes. Soon they would arrive at the headquarters they had occupied. Since the first time he got into the car, Emelie did not take out a single word. He did not even look at the face of his beloved Zeroun.

Same with Zeroun Zein. The man also did not bother his girlfriend. With calm and a triumphant smile he drove his car at moderate speed. His heart was completely satisfied at this moment. His great enemy will soon feel the loss of love and treasure. Not enough to get there. Even the mob boss is determined to make Damian lose his throne as a Prince.

One drop of blood will he reply with millions of drops that are much more painful. As for the matter of the enemy, Zeroun had never had a tolerance in the past. Whoever becomes his enemy will spend it to the smallest root.

A short while later the car stopped in front of the Gold Dragon headquarters. Zeroun took off his seatbelt followed by Emelie. The woman opened the car door and quickly ran into the house.

Zeroun sighed while looking at the gunshot wound he only tied with a small cloth. Even the bullet inside had not been able to remove it.

“Is he mad at me for giving me a birthday present with Adriana's death?” zeroun said while thinking hard. Not wanting to continue guessing, Zeroun got out of the car. He walked quickly to get into the house. Arriving inside the house, he stopped his footsteps.

Emelie walked over from the kitchen. In his hand was a P3K box and a container filled with water. With a beautiful smile the royal princess placed her medical equipment on the table.

“Honey, come here,” Emelie said as she waved to Zeroun. Just a moment ago Emelie recalled the wounds that Zeroun had suffered. He immediately ran to the kitchen to get the equipment he needed.

Zeroun looked at Emelie's face carefully. This is the first time he has known a woman with a trait that is not as easy to guess as Emelie. Sometimes irritable, but suddenly cheerful again.

“Honey, fast. Come here,” said Emelie once again.

Zeroun carved out a smile before walking towards the sofa that was then occupied by Emelie. Dropped his body right next to Emelie's body.

“Is this feeling very painful?” Emelie held a bloody cloth that was now wrapped around Zeroun's arm. Release the cloth very carefully.

“No,” Zeroun replied as he shook his head slowly.

“Open your shirt,” says Emelie with a blushing face. It was very difficult for him to say such a thing. Moreover, his face would always give a reaction when he saw the chest of the field belonging to his lover.

“My hand hurts, I can't open it. Would you like to help me?” zeroun said with a face holding back laughter. There is nothing happier than flirting with her lover.

“Zeroun,” says Emelie with cheeks that can not be conditioned. Just imagining the burly body of his lover has made his face red like a boiled crab.

Instead of starting to undress, Zeroun stretched out both hands on the back of the sofa. The man coded Emelie to open the buttons of the white shirt she was wearing at the time.

“You are,” said Emelie slowly. With hesitation, his clasped fingers began to open one by one Zeroun shirt buttons at that time. Still clearly depicted sad face on the look of her beautiful face. But, immediately Emelie threw away the sadness that wanted to fill her mind. For her, it was all fate for Adriana. Even the woman had intended to kill him before death turned to pick him up.

“Darling, aren't you mad at me?” zeroun asked as he stared intently at his lover's face from a short distance away.

“No,” reply Emelie quickly.

“if he's not dead maybe I was going to-”

“Ssttt, no one will be able to harm you as long as I still breathe.” Zeroun pulls Emelie's waist. Hugging her lover's body with warmth.

“Thank you,” Emelie said in a fairly soft voice.

Zeroun carves a small smile before gently rubbing his lover's shoulder, “I love you so much, Emelie.”

“I love you a lot too, Zeroun. Really-love you. You're all I got. I hope you always accompany me like this.”

“I promise I will always be next to you,” replied Zeroun full of confidence. He took off his embrace before gently rubbing Emelie's cheek.

“Now open this dirty shirt. I'll treat your wound immediately.” Emelie helps Zeroun open a shirt full of blood. Put that shirt on the floor. “This injury is terrible,” said Emelie with a sad and scared face.

“This is just a small wound,” Zeroun replied as he glanced at the gunshot wound on his arm.

“How to remove the bullet?” Emelie looked at the bullet that was still clearly visible inside her lover's arm.

“Give me that dagger,” Zeroun orders on Emelie.

“Belati?” asked Emelie in disbelief.

“Ya.” Zeroun nodded in agreement.

Doubtfully, Emelie picked up the dagger lying on the table. His eyes were still staring in horror at the wound.

Zeroun grasps a small size dagger with full calculation, “Darling, do you want to do something else for me?”

“What?” asked Emelie excitedly.

“Take me water. I'm so thirsty.” Zeroun deliberately gave the order to keep Emelie away from him. The mob boss did not want his lover to see the horrific scene he was about to commit.

“Hmm, alright.” Emelie gets off the couch. He was not suspicious at all of Zeroun's orders.

Emelie walked quickly towards the kitchen. Take a medium-sized glass and fill it with water from a teapot. However, suddenly the princess of the kingdom was shocked by Zeroun's scream from the front. With quick steps Emelie ran to see the state of her lover. The glass filled with water was still in his hand.

“Zeroun!” shouted Emelie. The glass in his hand fell and broke on the floor. The view he saw was horrible. The bullet had come off and fell on the floor. Blood gushed from Zeroun's arm when the bullet got out. Even the dagger in her lover's grasp was also detached and was under the feet.

“What are you doing?” asked Emelie with a face holding back tears. Quickly, he picked up a cotton swab to hold the blood coming out quite profusely.