Not Just Love
Chapters 15. By circumstance

For a week, Sandra was Zamar's wife. Nothing has changed, other than the status of the two. They talk like friends, sleep in the room, but not in bed. Sometimes in a day they are quieter.

Sandra knew what Zamar was going through. The man, often sleeping, was near dawn. Sometimes it's tempting to say Maya's name. In fact, a photo of Maya in her phone screen, as if to be a medicine for her. He suffered, just like him. But, life, doesn't give them a choice.

At the dinner table, only the sound of a spoon colliding with the plate. Zamar and Sandra sat next to each other, but did not greet each other. Today, Zamar is more silent, than usual.

"Honey. You started your apprenticeship, didn't you, today?"

"Yes, Ma. It's about two o'clock."

"Tell the driver, come home later you accompany Mama Arisan. Name wants to introduce you to Mama's friends."

"Good, Ma."

As with the previous agreement, Sandra must not refuse, whatever the request of Zamar's mother. Because, the middle-aged woman, already struggling, covered the crisis of her son's marriage.

"I'm leaving" he told them.

"You too, don't forget to pick up your wife."

"Yes, Ma."

Pretending, with the circumstances, it was excruciating. Smiling, forced and somehow lasting until when.

"Sir, we've arrived."

Zamar, look at me for a second. The greetings of the employees, he only replied with a cold look. Maybe, everyone said he changed. Men who are still newlyweds should always be filled with smiles. But he is different. The smile was only shown to her mother. A meaningful smile, that she was fine with this marriage.

"Delay, all my schedules are until next week."

"But, Mister. What about the Atlantis company? The deal, tomorrow the day after."

"Delay. Say, my health is compromised."

"Good, Sir."

"You out! No one bothers me."

Don't want to be disturbed! It's been a week, he said that. I don't know what he's doing, in the room alone.

Zamar took out the picture frame, from the desk drawer. Long haired girl, with her sweet smile. He stroked her face, with tears almost falling. Zamar looked up, with bated breath.

He wanted to say something, but was unable to speak his lips.

"You won, Maya. You won!" he said in his heart.

Maya's been torturing him, in a week. He does not deny that he is a hypocrite. Lips say hate, but in reality, it is tormented. Missing, maybe was the punishment for him. Slow punishment gnaws the milk, until it becomes untreatable lara.

Huan, who was still at the door, refused to knock. It seemed so quiet that he chose to leave.

"Sir," Huan turned his head. "Don't here! Follow me!"

Talking about important and sensitive matters, you should find a place of its own.

"How's it?"

"The orphanage, now managed by Lisa's mother's son, since three years ago. He divorced and eventually went home."

"Where is that woman?"

"His daughter said, she went out of the country for treatment. However, based on immigration records, Lisa's mother never left the country. He's still in this country and we're still looking for his whereabouts."

Huan, staring at the skyscrapers from a height. The wind blew, making his coat sway. He's on the roof of the company building. The place, which he said was quiet and rarely visited by employees.

"That guy?"

"We still love him. He works as a cleaning service, in a self-service. He's married too."

"Find Lisa's mother's whereabouts first. That guy, keep an eye on it." Huan, give me a pretty thick white envelope. "Find out whereabouts, Miss Maya!"

Huan went back to Zamar, as if nothing had happened. Asking, if he needs something, after that, he will leave.

However, the man who was sitting on his greatness chair, only mutely stared at him.

Sir, are you sorry now?

Silent. Huan was still sculpting, with some documents in his hands. Waiting for the command, who knew when, he would hear.

"Am I wrong?" lirih Zamar's. His eyes looked, with sorrow on his face.

"I dare not say that, sir. But, in my opinion, you should investigate first. We can't just believe what's going on in front of our eyes."

Frisson. It's easy to say, but hard to do. How, he couldn't believe, if the sight, made your blood boil instantly.

"He confessed, Huan. That's not my son!"

Maya's confession, that's enough for her. For what else, seek the truth. Although, suffocated by the circumstances, he did not want to accept Maya back. He believed, one day this taste, would go away on its own, over time.

Time that keeps going, from minutes to hours, is not realized. The sky is cloudy this afternoon. Mega black gathered up there, the wind was enough to blow dry leaves and tree branches.

Zamar is still loyal, with his activities. Read some reports and affix his signature. He looked outside, through the glass walls.

"I'm leaving. Remember, what you told me. Never regret it."

Mayan's words, back then, were on a blind day. I don't know what Zamar has ever said, tell him so he'll regret it. Back then, many painful sentences were thrown from his lips, yet it was not worth the wound, which he got.

Well, that wound that's been a week, suffocating him. Fake marriage, pretending to be happy and smiling all the time, to the mother. He acted well, although sometimes felt tired and fed up.

Every night, he had to room with a woman he considered a friend. Although, not naked, he felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable. After all, he's a normal guy. The heart is somewhere else, but the lusts and filthy thoughts, who is in control. That was why, he felt suffocated by the circumstances.

"Sunday, I want to go to the beach. Make a schedule, so my mom doesn't suspect."

"You went alone?"

"We both. I don't want to drive. Next month, make me a schedule out of town. At least, three times a week."

"Good, Sir. But where do you want to go?"

"Not anywhere. I'll stay in the apartment, take care of the waiter to clean it up."

"I did it, sir."

Dodging may be the best path for Zamar. He didn't want to make a mistake with Sandra. Moreover, he knew the woman had no feelings for him, just like him. They are simply relationship bound, mutualistic symbiosis. And that, will end, if between them, want to back off and end it first.

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European style restaurant, with a modern twist. Socialite mothers, gathered at a table. Talking about a lot of things, more precisely, showing off their lives. Starting from a loving and loyal husband, a submissive and successful child, and a beautiful, educated and successful daughter-in-law.

Luxury and branded bags, deliberately placed on the table. Jewelry attached to their bodies, do not forget to be introduced. They laughed, but satirized each other, with the tip of an eye like a knife, wanting to dart.

Sandra was fed up, with the surroundings. The topic of conversation, which no matter how many episodes, will not be finished. He knew very well what this situation was, because he had experienced it, long ago, thanks to the mother.

"So, is he your son-in-law?"

"really. She's Laura's daughter."

"Laura Abram's. She is as beautiful as her model mother and her handsome father and successful businessman. You're really lucky, to have a daughter-in-law like her. But, wasn't your son engaged to another woman before?"

"Oh, that woman is dead, all of a sudden. Hence, my son did not announce his cancellation of engagement."

Sandra's blood rippled, with Resti's confession. Is there no other reason to cover up a lie? Death is no joke, much less an excuse.

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