Not Just Love
Chapter 5. Expires

"This is indeed, not your son!"

"Not your son!"

"I think I can still make a little profit with my pregnancy."

"Aaaa.... " Zamar yelled as loud as possible, while beating his claustrophobic chest. His face was red, mixed with tears, which welled up.

Some of the visitors, who were in the hospital garden, looked at him confusedly. Some feel pity, maybe the man lost a loved one.

Zamar still did not feel relieved, he still wanted to vent his anger. His heart, very unacceptable with Maya's confession. What's wrong with this relationship? He gave his best to the girl. But, why? Wh why?

Bugh, bugh.

Wh why? Wh why?

Says on Zamar's fingers, as if not felt. He vents anger, by making the tree his target.

Bugh, bugh, the speed of his hand goes hand in hand with his tears falling down. So, too, is the question in the heart, which never gets an answer.

"Master, please stop!"

Zamar turned his head, with a messy appearance. Tears welled up, her face wet and her hands filled with bloodstains.

Huan looked pityed, for the first time, he saw his superior, very down and pitiful. Five years he followed, this was the lowest point in the president's life.

"Do I not deserve him? Three years, I gave it my all. But why is this what I got? I_"

Zamar looked down with sobbing. He fell on the grass, ignoring the secretary. He does not care anymore, with his pride and self-respect as a president. Lara in her heart, very painful and painful. He is unable to think clearly, because it is covered by disappointment and heartache.

"Master. Please, patience!" said Huan, who tried to calm down. He himself is confused, facing his boss, who is in a breakup.

Zamar did not answer. He got up by rubbing his face. Walking out of the hospital, Huan followed behind him.

"We go to the apartment" ordered Zamar, who was already sitting in the back seat.

"Good, Sir." Huan was traveling at medium speed.

"What about her?" ask Zamar on the sidelines of their journey.

"Miss is dead."

Zamar did not answer again. He just stared out through the window. The sky was dark, the sun had sunk and its position was replaced by the night light.

"Finish all the hospital administration and call the waiter, to come back. From today, let Maya take care of her life by herself" said Zamar, who has not turned her head.

"Good, Sir."

Along the way, Zamar went back to being silent. He sat down with his eyes closed. Whether he sleeps or not.

Arriving at the apartment, Zamar still did not make a sound. He saw Maya's suitcase and bag, which had been cleared. He did not comment and just stepped inside the room.

He saw, the contents of the closet that leaves clothes that are still hanging. Luxury bags are still neatly wrapped and jewelry boxes are completely unused.

In the drawer, there are debit and credit cards that Maya neatly keeps. Apparently, the girl never used it.

"Huan," call Zamar

"Yes, Sir."

"Remove Maya's scholarship and send her things to the hospital."

"Well! But, Mr_"

"Why?" Zamar has squinted his eyes.

"You advised me to marry the woman who deceived me and raise someone else's child. That so?"

"Not that, I mean, sir. I_"

"Enough! Just do what I ask!"

"Good, Sir."

"Go home. Pick me up tomorrow, here."

Huan. Before returning home, he took Maya's belongings with him. The next task, it would definitely be difficult for Huan. Because, regarding a marriage that would have been canceled.

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In the hospital, Maya sits leaning over a gurney. His eyes were empty with a face. She was no longer crying, but more.

The food on the table was cold and he had not touched it. The waiter who was with him, had also said goodbye.

"I don't want to spend my money and my time, for your bastard son!"

Maya smiles, but her heart cries. Wound, but no blood. Zamar's words are so imprinted in his memory, and he will remember this for life.

Then, how now? The wedding, it might be cancelled. But, what about the child in the womb? He was tired of pleading, but did not gain trust. She had no choice but to raise him alone.

The sound of the door being knocked, made Maya turn her head. Secretary Huan came, carrying a suitcase and a bag, which felt familiar in his eyes.

"Miss, _" Huan paused his sentence, confused to say it. The woman in front of him, will definitely feel pain to hear it and he does not have the heart.

"thank you. I'm sorry to bother you," said Maya, who already knows what Huan's arrival means.

"Miss, be patient" Huan said solemnly.

"Thank you, Huan. Please, give this to Zamar." Maya returns the debit card, which she used all along. "Tell him. Because he doesn't believe me, so don't look for me. Hix, hyx, hyx." Maya sobs, after telling Huan. It hurts so much, to say it directly, than when it is still ingrained in the heart.

Huan received the card. He felt sorry for this lover. They were hurt just because of a misunderstanding. Perhaps, it was already like this the destiny they had to go through.

"Miss, I've prepared a place to stay for you. Sorry, I can only do that."

"Thank you, Huan. You don't have to do it. But, may I ask about Sandra? Is he really abroad?"

"Yes, Miss. He's been there for a week. Miss Sandra ran away from her parents' match."

Who was with me that night? I'm not.maybe wrong, she's Sandra.

Maya has tried to contact her best friend, but has never been connected. This, made him even more certain, with his thoughts.

"Thank you, Huan."

"Good, Miss. Excuse me."

Maya is back alone. He looked at his suitcase and bag, in the corner of the room. It ends! It's all done. That was the first thing, in Maya's mind. From tomorrow onwards, he should return to life as he once did. Although, everything was not the same anymore, because there was a responsibility that he had to shoulder.

Maya turns off the phone, then pulls out the card. He broke it, into two parts. Perhaps, this was the first step he had to take in order to live a new life. Forgetting everything that has ever happened and thinking it never existed.

His phone was turned on again and Zamar's face filled the screen. Maya returns to shed tears, for the umpteenth time. A hypocrite! he scoffs at himself, who cries. Heavy and unwilling, if you have to remove the photo Zamar.

Three years, not a short time. Many memories they shared. Just wipe it out? Maya felt unwilling.

She cried again, hugging her cell phone in her arms. If he hadn't had a drink, he might have known what happened that night.

Sandra, why is she so brave? They're like brothers, but why stab him in the back? Has he been planning this for a long time?

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