Rebirth: I'm Calling My Husband's Heart Back
Seeking Other Impartions

"Then you're reckless, Anya!" Clint pulled up next to his lips. "Until someone close to you makes you fall. You trust someone so much that your eyes are blind!"

"You mean?!" Zeva's eyebrows are shrinking. Clint know something?

The man chuckled, walked towards the door and with a nagging motion, he held the door handle. "You must learn from our case, Anya! That the person most likely to hurt us is the person closest to us."

Clint's eyes glanced at the cynical Zeva. He knows everything, but giving Zeva a little bit of a leak, will make this war even more interesting and break out.

Zeva received it with a conical thought to one person and she shook her head. "You're too late in your revenge on me, Clint."

"Then you can ignore me, Anya!" Clint threw a cynical smile before twisting and bending 90 degrees at his Zeva—adik. What Zeva should have realized was that Clint never called Zeva with any other calls other than his childhood call—Anya. Zeva must know, Clint is angry and holds a grudge, but never forgets that Zeva is his sister.

"Night, Miss Zevanya."

Then there was Zeva's heart that was like a needle, so she threw away her face. Is it worth Zeva asking Clint for help now? Maybe Clint has another hand that can help him regain trust.

No ....

But Zeva hurriedly left after Clint felt he was also far from her. He just made sure what Clint said wasn't true. Bastian could not have betrayed.

***

Financial audits are always draining energy and emotions, making Bastian relentless. It's been this late, and their work isn't done.

Bastian is annoyed at Zeva who has not contacted him since the incident at home. The woman—his wife, I don't know what she's thinking so keep ignoring her.

"Shyits!" The buzz on the table made some items fall apart. The man rubbed his face rough.

"You need coffee, Bas." Roro appeared between the doors of his room made of glass.

The woman's smile made Bastian remember the kiss that had paused this morning. The woman was so considerate and gentle to him.

For a moment he thought about what had happened to him, then chose to smile with a soft nod accompanying. "That without sugar, yes."

Roro chuckled as he entered and leaned his body on the door with the leaves still open. "Why?" tanyanya gently. "Not usually."

The face was fresh, full of smiles, sexy with a work suit fitting on the body. Even though he was exhausted, his face was fresh.

"My head wants to break" Bastian replied unappetizingly.

"Wait a minute." Roro came out with a force that made Bastian's heart shake again.

The man looked down full of thought, until Roro returned to his room and sat politely in front of Bastian after thrusting hot coffee at Bastian's table.

"Sometimes, the woman's ambition exceeds that of a man." Roro opens his voice, knowing that Bastian is having trouble with Zeva.

"I miss the old Zeva, who was cheerful with her sweet smile." Bastian hooked the cup and took a sip.

"Everybody's changing, Bas ...."

"Some people don't." The man stood up and walked toward a glass window in an NC-owned building that was rented out for offices. Put your hands in your pants pocket. His heart felt empty.

"You for example."

Roro. "You watching me, Bas?"

Roro twirled the chair with a typical misbehavioral laugh. "Since when?"

Bastian turned around, then restrained Roro in his chair. "Since we first met."

"Twelve years ago?" Roro tries to calm down Bastian's attitude.

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"Yes ...."

Then Bastian clenched Roro's lips without significant rejection. The man gave up all the burdens of thought. Bastian never channeled his passion properly despite being married. Everything is chaotic, since Zeva's work is increasingly time-consuming, maybe even her passion. Luckily there was Roro.

It's late, and there's a few people downstairs, so they're free. Bastian took off Roro's shirt, then explored it without hesitation. Roro let it go as if they hadn't done it in a long time. He knows Bastian always needs to be let go and pampered. Men like Bastian love attention in the form of touch.

Until the moment Bastian opened his leg and slipped a finger between Roro's thighs, the woman held him back.

Bastian is already desperate, in his brain just want to release the desire. An affair in the office isn't it common? As long as Zeva doesn't know, everything will be under control.

"Please ...."

The two of them looked at each other so deeply. Both wanted to, but Roro looked doubtful.

"Seek anything, but let me do it Ro," beg Bastian accordingly. The goal is to release his desire. Whatever he's gonna do, and it's only temporary. Its alright.

"I'm asking you to always be there for me, can you?"

"Of course!"

"I want you to be alone."

"Sure I'll be yours, Roro."

Roro pulled out his knee-length span, opened his legs wide, and placed Bastian's hand where he wanted it.

"Go a head, Bas ... Do what you want!"

Bastian immediately swarmed Roro's very sweet lips, pouncing on her mercilessly, before slipping down, onto another lip in Roro's body.

The woman nodded. "Ah, Bastian .. hold on, dear."

Bastian increasingly eager to kiss Roro, while opening his own clothes, then immediately hit Roro with all the energy he had. He spilled all the dirt that had been stuck all this time. Roro took it well.

Both of them dissolved in the pleasure that washed away, without realizing it, Zeva was already standing in front of the door of Bastian's room. The woman limp with her hands shutting her mouth. He did not believe what he saw.

"Australia ...."

Zeva gathered back her strength and fortitude, before pushing the door against the wall.

The two lovebirds who were full of joy turned in shock. Their eyes were almost falling.

"Zeva!" screech them together, then move away from each other and close the body carelessly.

"Give me the file, Bas!"

"I didn't bring it, Zeva!" Stifling with embarrassment, Bastian pulled his pants and covered his body. "I can explain—"

"It's all clear." Zeva menukas glanced at Roro. "The way you work is amazing!"

Zeva endured the pain and crying. But her tears can't fall here. His hands should not float to Roro's cheeks, as he did not know who started first.

"I'm like this because you're ignoring me!" Bastian defended himself. "I'm ready to divorce you, but I'm not an affair. I want to separate well, even without bringing anything from our house!"

Whats?

Roro. What's?!

"I'll get out of the house, it's your house!"

"Bavaria ... You're the one who made our love whole again, not the same, not worth anymore. Please don't blame Roro in this case!"

"No!" Zeva retreat. "We met in court, Bas. See you!"

Once again Zeva looked at the two people who were still disgusting mixed with the aroma of their romance. Then she turned around leaving the building still with her head held high, no crying, no pain—Zeva held her back.

However, as her car drove by, Zeva felt her heart slashed with the sharpest knife slowly. He cursed, allured, chided, and insulted.

"I hate you, Bas!"

Zeva sobbed and hit the steering wheel until her hand hurt and bruised.

"Bastian asshole!"

In fact, Zeva loves Bastian too much.