Savingswoman
20. Happiest

In that humble house, there was a woman with reading glasses in front of the lit papers and laptop. Several times her pigtail hair swayed following the movements of her hands and body.

“Raisya.”

The call made the figure of the woman who was struggling seriously release her glasses. He turned his gaze and looked at the two figures with different ages.

“This time what else.”

Raisya got up, walking straight towards the two figures.

“ihh, this is wrong brother Kiel, Riel is not wrong.”Azriel pointed at the male figure beside her.

Zakiel who was pointed at Riel stared intently, but that sharp gaze stopped as his black net was ringing with the green netra.

“Why is your body dirty like that?” Raisya folded her two hands on her chest.

“Kak Kiel throws the ground into the burly body of Riel.” Azriel pursed her lips and turned her chest in the style of Raisya.

Zakiel glared in disbelief. “Hay, how can a kid like you say that. You!” Zakiel glared more and more sharply at Riel who was sticking out his tongue scoffing.

Raisya was annoyed by the behavior of the two of them. Breath sounds clear, making the two of them look silently at Raisy timidly.

“I count to three, if you do not change your clothes and clean up the mess you made, get ready your ears I made a break.”

The two of them immediately closed their ears and shook their heads, then ran away leaving Raisya alone.

Raisya smiled at their behavior. For almost two months he lived in this humble house. By ourselves. Zakiel and Riel only occasionally visited, even staying at this place. They gave her special privacy.

His feet stepped towards the sofa where he was struggling earlier. Once again, her beautiful smile was beautiful. Disbelief entered his heart. I can't believe it got to this point.

“God, thank you for sending them.”

“Please take care of Jhonatan, Mother, and also uncle Hanry."

The green net was closed considering the three of them who loved him. Only they remain, then he will be as strong as his strength to guard and pray for him. His current situation did not allow him to go meet them. Jhonatan who is still in a coma, the mother who is abroad, and uncle Henry who went nowhere.

******

Farel stared intently at Andres who was cowering in pain. I don't know how many times Andres got sick after getting an attack from the black-eyed man.

“Thank you, take it to the hospital.”

Ricard who heard Farel's absolute orders nodded quickly and gave the code to his men to take Andres.

“Arghhhh.” Farel pulled her hair.

Ricard grimaced to see his frustrated old man. I don't know why he was confused about how to behave. His parents were not angry because his wife, who had not been home for nearly two months, was angry when Raisya went missing.

“You, go! Handle all meetings today.”

Breath and face pressure were seen on Ricard's face. Always like this, he will be an easy target for his boss to complete all office affairs. But he can what? Refuse? Don't hope!

“Good sir.”

Farel looked at Ricard who was walking out. His black net was caught with a hunting breath. His mind was too messy, all just because of Raisya who had yet to be found.

“You, damn woman! How dare I lose focus!” Farel gritted his teeth.

His sturdy hand grabbed the sealed bottle of wine. Take a jolt to the open bottle.

Glucose... Glucose... Glucose...

Farel downed the wine in the bottle directly. A wry smile he showed remembering his messy life.He was busy thinking where Raisya was hiding.

Drt... Drt... Drt...

The voice of the device diverted Farel's mind from Raisya for a moment, especially seeing the name of the caller that he had somehow forgotten the existence of his life. Salsha's.

“Hallo.” That flat voice started the silence.

Silence, no sound from there makes farl growled instead of playing.

“Why did you call?” Farel asked impatiently.

Still silent, Farel wanted to end the call but, stopped by Salsaha's words.

“Do you love me.”

The deg!

Farel's body stiffened at Salsha's question. I don't know why the words he used to say often now feel difficult. It was as if his throat and heart were locked to express his feelings. What the hell's going on?

“If you call just to ask silly questions, you better just turn off the call in!”

“ya, I already know the answer. Remember, I love you Farel.”

Tut

Farel looked at his dead man. I don't know why he felt guilty after saying cold, but he was too lazy to just apologize.

****

“How?”

Salsha looked at Max, who was holding a towel behind her. The question piqued his pride. Farel's increasingly cold attitude, plus the warmth that Max offered made his heart waver.

Max grinned at the tense-faced Salsha. Farel never loved Salsha, but Salsha was too obsessed with Farel. The impotent man who was unfortunately handsome and rich.

“Already, just leave a man like that. Divorce her, then marry me.” Max grabbed Salsha's shoulder.

Salsha stared straight at Max's black bead, there was the radiance of love she craved. However, the radiance of love did not come from the figure he expected. He should laugh at his fate.

“Max, remember we are only__”

“Ok, okay. Don't continue your word. I understand what you're going to say.”

Salsha looked at Max who was walking towards the small table, on top of which was the clothes she had prepared.

“Max! What are you doing.” Salsha closed both her eyes.

Max grinned at Salsha's behavior. How could the woman scream to see her naked body? If he remembered the woman's behavior every night, such a thing would be inappropriate for him to show.

“You acted like you never saw my body. Hay, you always even touch it and stare at it full of damna.” Max pointed at the thing between his drooping thighs.

Salsha's face flushed to hear Max's words. How could this man in front of him not have any shame at all?

“That's a different thing! Hurry up you put your clothes on.”

Max held back his laughter seeing Salsha leaving their room. They had been living together since that miserable meeting. Even Salsha only told Farel by phone, and said he had to go out of town for a few months.

Salsha threw her body onto the sofa, she rested her back and pulled her head up. His feelings of anxiety, great love, even touched the point of obsession made him lose his logic. Worse still, his body that always longs for touch makes him seem to deny his own love.

“I'm like a hypocritical woman.” Salsha murmured before being washed away in a dream.