Not Just Love
Chapter 31. Find, anyone!

"I'll ask you once. Do you still love him?"

"Don't talk about it. We'll treat, your feet."

"ANSWER!" scream Sandra.

"I still love her, but I can't take her back."

"Haha...." Sandra laughed, mixed in tears. No matter, with his bloody feet. "I'll tell you. That night, I was with Maya!"

"What-what?" Zamar pecked, suddenly his throat choked.

"That night, I was with him. I took him out for a drink and he had a glass. Hah, my poor friend, indeed cannot drink.

"Say, what are you talking about? Say, Sandra!" Zamar gripped firmly on Sandra's shoulders.

"Why? Are you gonna hate me? Because you keep quiet or because you don't believe me?" The tone of the voice that had changed into a soft and mixed sobs.

"Actually, what do you mean? That night, were you with him? Tell me, what's going on?" snapped Zamar, with a reddened face and his hands were getting stronger gripping his wife's shoulders.

Sandra did not reply, she just laughed, shaking her head, and one of her hands, wiping away the tears. He murmured a little, which was inaudible and not understood by Zamar.

"Sir, we have to treat his leg."

Zamar did not move. He was still waiting for Sandra's answer.

"San, Sandra."

Sandra threw Zamar's hand. Taking a step back, he took a step and finally fell into Huan's embrace, which captured his body.

"Obati, he!"

Zamar opted out, sitting on the wooden bench in front of the house. Accompanied by the sound of the waves and the wind that hit his face.

"Please, trust me, Za. I don't know what's going on. I was with Sandra last night. She was in the apartment, when I came home from your mother's house. He was drunk and after that, I really don't know anymore,"

Zamar remembered Maya's words, back then. The girl cried and pleaded, as she called Sandra's name. But, how could he believe, because to his knowledge the girl went abroad.

"Don't you believe him? Maybe, he was framed?"

"Who would frame him? I had no other lover and my parents took it well. ."

Zamar rubbed his face violently. Confused, can the words of a drunk person be trusted? If he is, I don't know, he can't say it.

"You heard, what did he say?" Huan suddenly appeared from behind.

"Yes, Sir."

"Can the words of a drunk person be trusted?"

"I think. Sometimes, someone will tell the truth, when drunk. You remember, Miss Maya said, back then?" Zamar nodded. "And tonight, Miss Sandra said the same thing."

"But, why? Why has he been silent all this time? He was angry, because of my attitude towards Maya. But why is he silent?"

"What if you ask him directly?"

"No. He won't speak honestly. Be biased, assume nothing happened."

"Then, what should I do? I've checked Miss Sandra's whereabouts, back then. What's the need, I do it back?"

"Okay, let's do it back. But, never ask the same person, Huan."

"I understand, Sir."

"alright. You rest!"

Zamar walks by the sea, barefoot. Highlight his eyes, leading to the tavern that is still open, but quiet visitors. There are only, employees who are working on something.

"Good night, sir. Sorry, we're closed."

"Do you have coffee?"

"There was. Please, sit down."

"Wait!" call Zamar. "Are Aira and Khay asleep?"

"Oh, they're home, sir."

"Going home? Where's where?"

"Oh, okay. Thank you." Thank you."

A cup of hot coffee, it's landed on the table. Zamar sipped, watching their busyness. Some are cleaning fish, chicken and shellfish. Some pick vegetables and prepare seasonings.

"You guys live here?"

"Yes, Sir. In the back, there's a building for shelter."

"Then, have you never had the day off to meet your family?"

"We take turns, every week."

"You have a wise and understanding boss."

"You are right. He's very understanding."

Slowly, coffee in a cup, leaving half. Talking can make him feel better. Zamar chose to go home, because the air was getting colder.

In the room, Sandra fell asleep, with both legs bandaged. Zamar just took the clothes, then came back out. In the middle room, a photo of Maya leaning against the wall with a glassless frame.

"You haven't slept?" Zamar found the secretary in the kitchen, with a glass of milk in his hand.

"No, Mister. I'm used to, sleep late." Huan put his glass on the dining table and sat down.

Zamar stepped up, took a glass of water and drank it to the toilet. Then, sit down and join the table.

"I'm not calm, Huan."

Huan did not answer. He let Zamar, let out the grunts in his heart. He also did not want to tell, about his search so far. Because, have not found evidence, to know the mastermind of everything.

"If true, Sandra was with Maya that night. I'll be very sorry and I can't deal with it. Moreover, it has been two more years, passed," continued Zamar.

Huan gulped down his milk, still reluctant to comment. Perhaps, sometimes remorse is necessary, as a punishment for wrongdoing. And regret, can make someone, can appreciate, loved ones.

"And that bastard, why did he claim to be Maya's lover? Why was it that time, I let go? Supposedly, I locked him up, "Zamar keeps on messing around.

"Master, it's getting late. You better sleep."

"I can't sleep, Huan. My head is about to break. Find the man back! Find her! Anyhow, how."

"I'll do it, sir."

Huan had already finished his glass of milk and he still had to work with his computer screen. Not to mention, his men keep calling. Fortunately, Huan's phone is in. silent mode.

"May? Is there any news?"

"Not yet Sir. The phone number you gave me at the time was detected to be in the bus terminal."

"Destination? Destination where?"

"We haven't found it yet."

Zamar took a long breath. Wanted to bang and slam the table in front of him. Two years, why hasn't there been any news, to this day? Maya has no one, there's no way she's gone that far. He also has no money or valuables.

"Two days, Huan. Find anyone, whether it's Maya or that guy. Give me something, just keep me calm." Zamar stepped away, without waiting for the secretary to answer.

Huan just stared, then got up washing his glass.

Zamar went into the room, next to the wife's. Meanwhile, Huan chose the most end room.

"What's wrong?" Huan half whispered, because the door of the room had not been closed.

"That woman, is the maid at Miss Sandra's house. She's from the same orphanage as Miss Maya."

"Continue?"

"He worked as a waitress, five years ago."

"Examine the lady's relationship with the waiter at her house? If necessary, investigate them all?"

"Good, Sir. We're working on it."

Connection interrupted. Huan turned on the computer, continued the work that should have been done in the office.

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