Replacement Bride
The Louis Way

A German car is parked in the courtyard of Alex's house. A pair of feet coming down from the back seat.

A mature, charismatic man watched the door and every corner of the house with his eyebrows intertwined. Clearly from outside the house, there is not a single light visible from the reflection of several windows and maybe anyone will think that the house there is no occupant.

Louis wants to get back in the car. However, suddenly there was the sound of shards of an object thrown into the wall that made Louis undo his intention to go back into the car.

Really am!

Louis is very worried about Alex.

The man who was no longer young was running towards the door and opened it forcibly even though the door was not locked by the owner.

''Alex?!!" Call Louis with a shout. His gaze he spread throughout the room and there was a room whose door was open leaving a little blemish.

When Louis opened the door, the first thing he saw was. Alex was sitting on the floor with his hands spilling fresh blood.

Louis stepped slowly towards where Alex was. Aye! it was his nephew, who had always been relaxed, always showing arrogance but not this time.

Crouching equalizes Alex's position. His hands stretched out patting the frail shoulders of his nephew.

''Alex?''

Alex also looked. And how shocked Louis was by Alex's shabby look, sagging and darkening eye bags as if he had no more spirit in life.

''Stand up!'' Strictly Louis but Alex ignored and made Louis repeat his orders with a little snapping.

''Stand up!!''

Alex also stood with difficulty because of his circumstances that were already a little unconscious due to the influence of liquor in his drinking.

Louis helps Alex sit down on the couch and removes the bottles strewn under the floor.

'Dion? hurry in!'

Louis contacted his aide who was outside the house to come to see him and it did not take long for the man called Louis by the name of Dion to come.

''Please clean this up, disgusting!''

Seen from the look on Louis's face that harbored a sense of annoyance at his nephew. He hated drunkards, even though he was a good drinker.

''Uncle?'' call Alex by muttering in his subconscious.

''I don't want him to leave..'' Further. Louis clucked in annoyance because from their distance a meter even the pungent aroma was smelled very unpleasant which signified the number of drinks that Alex was sullen.

''It is fitting that Zoya will leave you! Your bridled man's son must not work. Then you think he desperately works for college fees just for the displays and mementos? huh?!'' The Omel Louis he knew was useless because Alex was unconscious.

''Then am I wrong?'' Alex spoke again in a drawn tone and Louis let out a rough sigh.

''No! the wrong thing is your mother! giving birth to a stupid child like you!''

Dion, who was picking up empty bottles, laughed. Because it is scolding people who are not aware because of the influence of liquor is just futile.

The clock showed at midnight that Alex had fallen asleep under a thick blanket because of Louis, who was assisted by Dion, his aide. From then on they took care of it. From the start of cleaning the whole room, cleaning Alex's dull face not to mention Alex's drama that soiled his uncle's clothes with his vomit.

If it wasn't for Alex it's his only niece. The 45-year-old won't take care of it until it's like this.

''May Zoya think about what I said so as to make her think, to return to you.''

Elsewhere, Zoya is unable to close her eyes because her mind keeps remembering Louis' words.

Zoya moved from her bed to the small room in her bedroom. But not yet he stepped into the bathroom, the doorbell rang several times.

Zoya's eyes glanced at the clockwork that had entered midnight. Curious, Zoya finally passed out of the room to the main door.

He pressed his finger to a button on the intercom screen, and saw a beautiful woman standing behind the door of his apartment unit.

''Miss Meher?" He said after opening the door.

Without waiting for Zoya to enter, the 35-year-old woman had already stepped in past Zoya who was still standing at the door.

''What's up? why haven't you slept yet ?''

''Huh? Oh no, just not sleepy yet.''

Meher just nodded and then sat on the sofa with a long sigh.

''My car suddenly broke down, it was lucky to be around here.''

''Are you on foot, ma'am?''

''He'um.. Feet felt numb, Meher complained.

Zoya steps towards the kitchen taking the initiative to take a drink for Meher because it looks, the boss is exhausted.

I don't know since when their relationship was that familiar. But indeed Meher's attitude to Zoya is not generally to subordinates or an employee. And so does Zoya. Somehow, he also felt familiar to Meher without any cues.

''I will prepare a room for you, madam-''

''No need! I can share a room with you. I need a friend to talk to anyway.''

''alright..''

They chatted, talking about the work that Meher gave Zoya. Until one day, Meher was talking about Zoya's work contract which ended exactly today.

''Your contract ends today, right?'' Zoya nodded.

''Do you intend to leave?'' Zoya fell silent. He is very comfortable working for XC. But he missed Alex a lot too.

''Considering your struggle to go to college, is it inappropriate for you to enjoy the results? moreover, you used to have to work part-time for your other education expenses right?''

Zoya was still silent, she lowered her head deeply. His heart was truly worried.

''Oh, come on, you think about it. I'm tired...'' Meher goes to the room leaving Zoya alone in the living room. What Meher said was true.

But something is strange! How did Meher know that she struggled to get to college working the lungs of time? but he never said anything to anyone else. Nor has he ever shared anything about himself with anyone but Alex and his friends.

Zoya follows into the room intending to ask directly but it turns out that Meher is already asleep on the mattress there.