Not Just Love
Chapters 37. Demanding rights

An hour before Huan's arrival.

Zamar sat glued, his eyes focused on the computer screen. He also put a headset on his ear. A few minutes passed, he was still silent, and sharpened his hearing.

On the screen, the wife was sitting crying and the mother, calming her down. Nothing, which is strange about the two of them. The conversation, too, was fairly ordinary. Until finally, the name Maya called.

Like being struck by lightning during the day, as confessions slid from Sandra's lips. Zamar widens her eyes. However, what astonished him was the reaction of the mother. Although, the woman did not know what was really going on. But, still his reaction, was far from what Zamar had expected.

Why ask Sandra to stay silent? Shouldn't he be surprised? Although he did not understand, about what Sandra said.

Geck, tok, tok.

"Master, secretary Huan called."

"Send him here."

"Good, Sir."

Zamar was still listening to their conversation. His jaw tightened and his brain was forced, to digest every sentence he heard.

"Sir, I'm in." Huan's voice came from behind the door.

"Hm," a short answer sounded from inside the room.

Huan, put the document on the table, while glancing at the computer screen that was on. He was not surprised, because in the long run, Zamar had planned this.

Asking Sandra, it's a dead end. So, installing a surveillance camera, is the best step, without bothering to expend energy and emotions.

"He confessed to Maya. But, he doesn't remember what happened."

"I mean, you?" Huan pulled up a chair, sitting across the table.

"That day, Sandra woke up in her room and her parents locked her up and confiscated her cell phone. And even stranger, they asked him to shut up."

"Do you want me to investigate?"

"I'll visit my in-laws and find out for myself. Your job is to find Maya and the man. Soon!"

Geck, tok, tok.

"Master, I brought tea."

Huan opened the door, without answering. The waiter placed the first cup, for Zamar and the next, for Huan. Plus a plate of snacks.

"I'm sorry." Huan simply nodded, then closed the door again.

Zamar stared at the two cups in front of him, without touching. If only, he had not heard his mother's conversation. Perhaps, this tea would be instantly gulped down, mercilessly.

"Shed," Zamar commanded. And Huan did, without asking. "What documents did you bring?"

"I need an autograph."

"Prepare." Zamar shut down the computer and got up.

"But, madam is still ahead."

"For that, I need you."

Huan reorganized the documents and followed Zamar quickly. As Huan expected, Resti waited, not far from the front door of the room.

"Where are you going?" Resti had already poked them with a question. Tail his eyes, glancing in the study.

"I have a job." Zamar was about to step up, but his hand was held back by his mother.

"It's still tomorrow, Za. It's late, work can still be delayed. Your wife's been locked up in your room all day and won't talk. If you guys fight, get it over with."

"We're doing fine. Better, Mama's talking to him. I'll go first."

Zamar let go of his mother's hand and walked quickly. Meanwhile, Resti was still tailing and trying to hold back his steps.

"Za, Zamar." Resti prevents Zamar from getting in the car. "Actually, what are you guys doing? Meet your wife just once. After that, Mama won't hold you."

"Huan, turn on the car and wait for me."

"Good, Sir."

Zamar finally relented and followed the mother's request. They went back into the house and went straight to the room.

"Come in and talk to him." Resti quit, though not completely gone.

In the room, with a light. Sandra pecked with a blushing face. Black lingerie, showing all the curves of his body. He was embarrassed and nervous.

Step by step, Zamar approached. His gaze was straight, on the woman he was halal to touch. Hypocritical, if he does not desire. However, his heart was unable to push his body, to get any closer.

Silent. Zamar stopped, two steps ahead of Sandra.

Sandra smiled bitterly. He had lowered his self-esteem, by dressing like this. To seduce the man who was already her husband, to fuck her.

"Aren't you able to touch other women, other than Maya?"

"really. I can't do it. So, better, put your clothes on."

"Why?" Sandra took a step forward. "We're married. Don't you realize, have. wronged me? I ask for my right, as your wife." The lingerie, now landed underfoot. Sandra.

Zamar froze, his legs felt heavy, even just to dodge. The touch of his second skin and Sandra's caress on his face, make desire, Zamar tempest and beat his logic.

Lust began to move Zamar's hand, to return the wife's touch. His breath is hunting and heavy. His thin lips, began to explore the neck and look at his wife.

"Akh, Za." Sandra lulled every touch of Zamar. He bit his lips, so that his voice did not sigh.

"May,"

Sandra widens her eyes, her voice evaporates. A kiss and a touch, as if not for him. Both eyes warmed up, and finally got wet.

He retreated, making Zamar aware.

"Let's get a divorce" Sandra said, walking to get a blanket.

"I'm sorry," said Zamar, quietly, "one day, there will be men who love and respect you more."

Sandra is not. He sat on the edge of the bed, with his body covered in a blanket. His eyes swam, with a small suction coming out of his lips.

"Tomorrow. We're going to your parents' house" Zamar continued.

"For what? I don't want them to know. As agreed, you'll keep protecting me, once we're apart."

"Of course, I kept my promise. I just want to make sure of something."

Zamar turned around, out of the room. He did not move immediately, but stood in front of the closed room door. He cursed his folly, which he so quickly desired.

From the outside, a faint sound of Sandra crying could be heard. Zamar felt guilty, but quickly adjusted her heart. Maybe, it's better this way. If her brain doesn't remember Maya's face, maybe tonight they've slept together.

"Have you met your wife?" Resti suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"It has. He's sleeping. I have to go, Ma."

Zamar left her mother, who no longer held back her steps. He only heard the door of the room, which his mother opened.

"Master," Huan watched Zamar, inwardly he asked. "Did something happen? Why so long?"

"Urus is divorcing me, as soon as possible. And find a house, for Sandra."

"good. But where are you going?"

"Apartment."

Huan drove away from the courtyard of the house. At medium speed, he overtook several vehicles in front of him.

"Attending the bakery, Huan."

Luckily, a bakery was almost missed by Huan. He suddenly stopped, retreated a few meters and entered to park the vehicle.

"You want bread, like what?" ask Huan from behind the wheel, with the position has released the seatbelt.

"I'll see it for myself."

There are many types of bread options, which are in the storefront. Shopkeepers, too, look friendly and recommend some of the best-selling breads in their premises.

"I want this, this and that" pointed to Zamar.

From the front, a woman, long-haired who was about to come out, stopped abruptly, with widened eyes. Quickly, he looked over and went back in.

"Sir, I'll go to the toilet first."

"Hurry over."

Huan ran inside, after asking the waiter, where the toilet was.

"Miss," called Huan, while running after the woman who was about to climb the stairs. "Miss, do I need to scream, to get you here?"

The woman stopped and immediately looked. "Well, you've never seen me, Huan."

"Miss, can you come back? Sir, are you looking for you?"

"For what?" Maya grins. "I told you never to look for me."

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