The Bride Pay
Anne Sonya

Staring at the sad face full of secrets of the girl in front of him, Aaron tried to keep things calm.

"We eat first, after this, we'll talk about it" said Aaron gently, trying to feed Hayley food, but the girl refused.

"I can eat by myself."

"Well, make sure the food runs out, yes" asked Aaron, then Hayley nodded obediently.

Eating sessions on the bed went very slowly, Hayley often daydreamed and in the end he did not spend half of the food on the plate.

Aaron returned to tidying up their old dinner plates and walked towards the kitchen. Some of the waiters whispered softly, talking about her employer who looked so rare as to bring her own dirty dishes to the kitchen sink.

"Ih, sir seems to have been enslaved in love with non Hayley, yes!" whispered one of the maids.

The other, must have confirmed what his friend said.

They all know Aaron, a man who rarely speaks and is just busy with the job is now transformed into a standby husband.

"Is Miss pregnant, anyway?" another whisper. They again gossiped, muttering about her husband who from the beginning of marriage was seen sleeping in a different room.

Until Aaron passes them, all are silent a thousand languages

Walking with a muddled mind, Aaron returned to meet Hayley in his room.

"It's late, get some rest" Aaron said.

"You haven't responded to my request, Mr. Ice," Hayley interrupted firmly, apparently the girl really wanted an answer.

"What you ask, whatever, I'll give you everything, Hayley. Except one, split up!" aaron stressed, he tried to neutralize his emotions so as not to be easily provoked.

"You broke our prenup, Mr. Ice. I'm entitled to claim damages."

"Residence? okay, I'll take responsibility for what I did last night."

"I want us to separate. I don't want to live in your shadow."

"Give me another choice but to let you go, Hayley. I can't!" said Aaron. "Mother is still sick, she's struggling with her malignant disease, and you'll add to her heart's burden if we get divorced."

Down, Hayley thought again. It is likely that one more week his mother can go home, a series of surgeries and treatments have been carried out to the fullest, leaving everything to God's destiny.

"Can we meet for a while?" ask Hayley. "Give me some time."

Exhaling a deep breath, Aaron grabbed Hayley's palm, he clasped tightly onto the cold sweaty hand.

"Well, I'll give you time" Aaron said. "Think of everything being mature."

"I'm going home, maybe until our marriage contract ends."

"That's too long, Hay. One month is enough time."

"Well, one month."

A heavy deal forced Aaron to agree for the sake of his relationship and Hayley, he knew if the girl was still in a state of shock with this problem, but Aaron believes, Hayley is not the weak girl.

Aaron will still try to do his best, but he will not force if Hayley has been unanimous with his decision.

His love, now imprinted with the name Hayley, but if various efforts and efforts have been done but not succeeded, Aaron will move on.

Isn't the highest level of love to let go?

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On Monday morning, Aaron drove Hayley to his house in a residential area that was located quite far from his residence.

"You can take a day off, a day, two days, or whatever day you need. I don't mind" Aaron said.

"Please, don't call me that. Hasn't my attitude changed much?" ask Aaron.

"What do you want me to call you?"

"Because my attitude has warmed up, can you call me Mr. Warm?"

"Mrs. Warm?" repeating Hayley, he raised the next eyebrow with a slight smile

"Ah, I'm just kidding. Call me whatever you like, I'll take it," replied Aaron smiling happily. At the very least, he could already see the girl's tiny, sweet lips smiling.

Shaking softly, Hayley looked back at the outside of the car glass.

For almost a week since Hayley's return, the girl had only come to the office occasionally when there was emergency work that only she was able to complete.

During that time, Aaron always came to his house to put small gifts on Hayley's doorstep, he bought many items that he knew as Hayley's favorite, from various types of food, and he bought many things, snacks, even Hayley's personal needs.

Two weeks passed, Hayley always dodged the face to face with Aaron, there was shame and something strange when they met.

Still vividly remembered in Hayley's head, the long night they had been through. Although he was out of control due to the stimulant drugs he gulped, but his memory is strong enough to repeat the events he experienced with Aaron.

Shadows of moans, touches, caresses, and hot kisses accompanied by fused sweat, Hayley was increasingly restless, he could not afford to forget the night that surprised him, he did not know, he was, how can a drug make him feel like he's not.

For Hayley, the virginity crown was an absolute price that could not be bargained for, but right now, she no longer had it.

"Hailley!" hello Alex, he came early to the girl's room to see her.

"What's wrong?" ask Hayley cuek.

"I have something" said Alex, he pulled out a brown map containing several photos.

"What's this?" hayley asked as she received the envelope, she opened it quickly.

Hayley's hands trembled, she was confused, she did not understand. Running towards the mirror in the corner of her room, Hayley looked back at the photo in her hand.

"Marcel," he murmured softly.

"Why? you surprised?" ask Alex. "He doesn't love you, Hay. He had another reason" he continued.

A rather large photograph, Alex shows. A white man with a charming firm jaw was taking pictures with a girl wearing graduation clothes.

"He, like me," Hayley said softly, sitting limp in his chair.

"really. Her name is Anne, Anne Sonya. Ex-lover and fiance Marcel," explained Aaron briefly, can be seen, Hayley's face was getting pale and changed pias.

"Anne has been dating Marcel for over 1 year, and in her 2nd year, Marcel proposed to her even at a young age."

"That woman looks a lot like you, doesn't she?" ask Alex. "So, you should know, she only loves her fiance, not someone who looks like her fiance."

"But ...." Stuttering, Hayley was unable to speak anymore.

Though, the more days, his relationship with Marcel grew closer, they already understood each other.

Although Hayley did not tell about the tragic night she had with Aaron, the girl was convinced that Marcel was sincere and would accept it.

Increasingly pale, Hayley recalled a large painting plastered in Marcel's study, the painting still looks well preserved on the edge, it's just that Hayley never saw what picture or who was on display there.

Marcel always covered the painting with batik cloth, every time Hayley asked, Marcel only replied that the painting was old, and would soon be replaced with a new, better painting.

"What's the painting, is Anne?" inner Hayley wondered.

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