Not Just Love
Chapter 41. Him

"You're too long-winded. I don't have time to hear your story. So, you have no relationship with him. Then, the words three years ago?"

"Sorry. I'm forced. I need money for my son's treatment. Three years ago, four women came to see me. One of them, is the daughter of the orphanage's chairman."

"What's he?" Huan put one photo on the table.

"really. But, he's just a waiter."

Zamar pulled out his phone, opened the gallery. Shows a photo of the woman who might be what the man meant.

"really. There they are," the man replied, nodding his head with certainty.

Zamar nodded for a moment. His phone fell on the table, his hand suddenly weakening. In that instant, clear water dripped down.

"My mom asked you to do what?" zamar asked, with a trembling voice. And the man, stunned to hear the word "My mother"

"Dream him," he chirped with his head down, maybe he feels guilty now.

"Repeat!" Zamar's voice sounded heavy and full of emphasis.

"I swear, never touched it, other than what you saw. She is a good woman and Riko thinks of her like her sister. I'd just like to show you. But, I've never done more than that."

Brakes.

"Not touched it?" Bugh, raw bogem is now floating. "But you stripped him naked?"

Zamar did not give him pause, punches and kicks, he lay them down.

"I'm sorry, sir. Please, forgive me." Rian prostrated. "It wasn't me who undressed. That's my wife. He was with me that night and came home at dawn. I swear, I didn't touch her. In fact, I gave Maya the money, because I knew she would definitely leave."

"Money? Whatchu mean?" Zamar grabbed Rian's collar.

"I kept the money in an envelope, impregnated his parents. I checked, after a few days of that incident. It seems, he took it."

Zamar yelled in frustration, mixed with sobs. He fell down like a rut. Her tears, falling down.

"Then, how did you get into the apartment?" Zamar backed off, took his phone off the table. "Which, where?" hiss Zamar.

"She," pointed Rian at the photo of the woman on the phone. "He opened the door."

"Do you know there's two women inside?"

"Know, he fell asleep on the couch drunk. That night, whether they were his parents or not, they took him away. My wife and I were asked to clean the room and get everything ready. We're just following orders."

Zamar hit back hard, until Rian fell down.

"Aaaaa..," cried Zamar. Then, move on. Leave everything to Huan.

"How much did they pay you?"

"500 million," ringis Rian, who was already sitting in the chair.

"Then, in that bag?"

"The servant, asked me to go far away, leave this city."

"You go. They'll drive you. But, don't leave this town, now. We still need you. You can move somewhere to live. My men, they'll be watching you."

"Thank you," Rian put all the money in the bag and hurried away.

"Master, WO and the boutique owner are waiting. You want to meet them?" huan asked, to Zamar who was bowed in the car.

Nothing, the answer. Zamar was sobbing painfully. Huan did not want to ask again, he drove to meet them. Everyone, it should be clear tonight. And the place they were headed to, was the home of the boutique owner.

"Good night" said Huan.

Zamar immediately sat down, and a hand gesture from Huan, the owner of the house did not serve any drinks.

"You still remember me?"

"Still, Sir." Compact they answer.

"I'd like to ask you, first." Zamar turned to the man in charge, who printed the wedding invitation.

"Please, Sir."

"This is the invitation design that I chose at that time. But, the bride's name is different than the one I gave you." Zamar gave the man an invitation.

The man, did not answer immediately. He watched the invitation and tried to remember things that had long since passed.

"I remember. At that time, I had just printed approximately 100 invitations, as requested, Sir. But tomorrow, the madam came and said to change the name of the bride. The reason is, you asked for it. So, I'm not asking you."

Zamar bowed, heaving a heavy sigh. He squeezed his fingers, which were supported above the knee.

"Then, what about the wedding dress? I brought my future wife for a suit fitting. But, somehow it fits with other women."

"That day, after you and your future wife do the fitting. The mistress is coming with the woman who is your wife now. And also her mother, to do the fitting with the same wedding dress." The boutique owner answered. "I dare not ask, but at that time, your wife had time to ask and her mother replied, it's for her wedding later."

Zamar could not afford to ask again. His head was pounding, his entire blood vessels seemed to be pulsing. Her lips were dumb, even just saying thank you.

His body, shaky and almost fell. Luckily, Huan was always standing next to him. Thank you, said from the lips of Huan, who asked Zamar to leave.

"Master, Master," panicked Huan, unable to hold back Zamar, who almost fell back. It seemed to lose its body support.

"I think I want to die!" lirih Zamar's.

"Hold, Sir. Please, strong. We still have to find Miss."

"I couldn't meet him, Huan. I just want to die." Zamar aligned his steps, with Huan breaking them.

"Why did Mama do this?" his sobbing, "I think, he accepted Maya. He never showed his dislike. He even hugged her, treating her like his daughter. Why?" zamar's cries broke, in the car. He beat the driver's seat in front of him.

"And why am I so stupid? Why don't I trust him at all? Why do other people's words stick more in my mind."

Huan did not comment. He drove in silence, letting Zamar, speak alone.

"Club. Take me there," said Zamar suddenly and Huan did not refuse.

The sound of music echoing, as if the speaker was stuck in the ear. On the dance floor, young people mudi joget, not clear, brought bright lights glare flickering that makes the eyes dizzy.

Zamar was already sitting, at the bar table ordering a cocktail, directly gulping down on him without any leftovers. And back, ask for the glass to be filled.

Huan who stood watching, blocked the women in skimpy clothes, who were about to approach.

"Need friends?" The woman in tight clothes, approached Huan. He offered a drink and Huan immediately raised his full glass.

The woman, screeched and immediately waltzed away.

Zamar already looks chaotic, his body swayed to the rhythm of music. I don't know how many glasses he drank.

"Master, it's time to go home."

Zamar did not care, he still continued to drink and jiggle on the chair. He was raving, calling Maya's name. Sometimes he laughed, the next moment he cried, like a madman. Next, he went back to drinking without making a sound.

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