Not Just Love
Chapter 42. Lamented (1)

Zamar blinked, a dazzling light, making him close his eyes again. It is sideways, and it spreads the view. Here's room. But, he did not remember anything, after being drunk. His head was heavy, as if struck by tens of kilos of iron.

"You awake?" Sandra gave him a glass of water, which Zamar gulped down to the toilet.

"What's going on?"

"You were drunk and Huan drove you home."

Zamar leaned on the back of the bed, twitching his still throbbing head.

"Mama, angry to see you like this and Huan didn't explain anything. He is still waiting for you to talk. Did something happen? You've never been like this before."

"Have you ever fitted a wedding dress before?" Zamar asked back, without giving an answer to Sandra.

"Earlier. I'm with your mom and mom. Why?"

"What's Maya's dress?" Zamar squinted his eyes.

Sandra looked up, trying to remember, something that started to faint in her memory.

"Eitherway. At that time, your mother gave me a lot of dresses to try, they were almost the same in my eyes. On the wedding day, I was confused by the wedding dress that was so fitting on my body. Why are you talking about this? You haven't answered my question, Zamar."

Zamar did not answer. He was still sitting leaning with his eyes closed and both hands, covering his face.

"The divorce papers are complete, you have a signature today" said Zamar, who has not changed his position.

"What about our parents?" lirih Sandra, as if holding a cry in her throat.

"Think of your life, San. I've prepared the residence as you wish."

"I understand. I'll leave as soon as I can." Sandra got up and was about to leave, her steps halted as Zamar called out to her.

"thank you. And, I'm sorry." Zamar looked at him warmly, his speech smooth and sounding sincere.

"I'm sorry too. Maybe, I should go before I meet Maya. If you're together, please convey my apology." Clear water, gliding free of Sandra's eye pellets. He smiled bitterly, but felt the burden on his shoulders as if it was starting to lighten.

Destiny, something that he could not change and accept, was probably a better path.

Zamar looked out the window, frightened by the feeling of being betrayed. The mother who had been, he took care of his feelings, apparently hurt him very deeply. There is no cure, because regret it is today, like choosing death is a good thing.

"Where are you?" ask Zamar, to Huan behind the phone.

"Below, Sir. Madam, he's interrogating me, but he's given up."

"Come in. Meet me, in the study."

Zamar groaned, his head still very heavy. He scowled and shook his head several times, to ease for a moment.

After bathing and changing clothes, Zamar met Huan. His secretary, always looked fresh every day.

"Why did you bring me back here?" Zamar lazily, sitting across the table.

"You asked for it, sir."

"Oh, yeah. I don't remember anything. Drunk, it turns out a very potent drug to neutralize anger." Huan only gave a small smile, whereas at this time his body was throbbing, because Zamar hit him last night. He refused to go home.

"Master.... " Doubt, Huan to continue his sentence.

"Why?"

"Miss, not in the fishing village. We've been looking for him. But, miss once lived around the villa."

"you mean? She there?" Zamar enthusiast.

"Miss lived there, it's unclear how long, and then left. They say he opened a tavern and now belongs to Ansel's doctor."

"What...!" Zamar snatched his suit.

"Master, Master," called out to Huan, as Zamar immediately shot up.

"I have to ask him. Find that doctor!"

"Master. Miss Maya is in this town."

"Huan. You give me a headache, with your swirling talk. You know he's in town and you just told me now?"

"sorry. I can't say it."

"What do you mean?" Zamar threw his suit.

"I met you, Miss at the bakery."

"Miss, married."

Duars.

Zamar's hands loosened, taking a step back while rubbing his face.

And,

Prangs. He threw a vase, kicked a chair and scattered all the documents and books on the table.

"You why?" shouted Mama Resti, who came because he heard a noise.

"Get out!" drive Zamar, rough. For the first time, he spoke the word to his mother.

"Honey. It's Mama." Resti looked at Huan, asking for an explanation.

"out! I said get out!" Prang, Zamar throws a small statue, landing on a glass window until it breaks.

Resti jumped, his face pias and took a few steps back. At that time, Sandra also came. He took his mother-in-law's hand, to leave.

"Sir."

"Why did you just say that?" zamar shouted, "You don't know, I feel like I want to die."

"sorry. Miss asked me to give up."

"Who is she married to?" Zamar stared at the bitch.

"I don't know yet, Sir. We haven't got any information."

"One day. It's time, one day to find him and the fucking guy."

"I try."

Zamar turned his waist, bowed while taking a deep breath. Stifled, he was not even able to breathe oxygen.

"I don't want to work, today. Take me, to the apartment."

"Good, Sir."

Zamar breezed away, without a suit or an office bag. Downstairs, he passed by the mother, without saying anything. He wants to explode now, and he doesn't want to hurt anyone.

"Za," called Mama Resti stammeredly, "actually, what's up? what's the matter, son?"

Those soft words, were already unable to shake Zamar's heart. He had heard this soft voice, for Maya.

"I'm disappointed, Mama!" zamar sarcas.

"Loved? What, Mama did?"

Zamar clenched his fist. Someone wanted to explode from inside him. Why is that face, showing no guilt?

"Doing, what?" hiss Zamar, "Mama ruined my life!" lantang Zamar, along with her falling tears.

"Mama, it's impossible to do that. You're my son, how could you, Mama ruin your life."

"Did Mama really accept, Maya?"

"She again," Resti snapped, "so, are you angry, because of that woman? He cheated on me and humiliated Mama, and then you still talk about it? Look, Mama! You don't pity me?"

"So this, the plan?" Zamar smiled bitterly. "Makes me feel guilty for you, in order to marry the woman of Mama's choice. Why?"

"What are you talking about?"

"ENOUGH...," Zamar snapped, "mama, make me sick."

"Don't go! Mama's not done." Resti pulled his son's hand. "Zamar, Mama did a lot of things, to cover up the damn woman's mistake. Mama doesn't want to accept any daughter-in-law, other than Sandra."

Duars.

Something finally exploded, inside Zamar. No, no, with the fucking girl phrase. He had enough guilt, not wanting to hear any more insults for Maya.

"Today, I, Zamar Abidsatya, dropped the talaq on Sandra Laura Abram." Zamar stared intently at his mother, who was frozen by his words.

"Zp... Zamar," Resti stammered, confused what to say. Meanwhile, Sandra was only able to withstand the crying and resignation.

"If Mama, don't want to accept anyone. Then, I'll do the same."

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