The Desired Angel of Heaven
Chapter 151 S2 (You Have Marked It)
Ivan opened his eyes as he felt the sunlight blinding his eyes. His sleep is very good. Just this time he felt calm and sound in his sleep. A smile rose on his face remembering what had happened last night.
He realized, remembering the woman Rara who made him bend his knees over the game he did to make him trapped and could not end it to the point where he obtained satisfaction that he never felt.
Ivan quickly got out of bed and looked around. There was no sign of anyone else in the room but him. Ivan's eyes were glued to see a red spot that was almost drying on the white and clean bed sheets.
“Gosh …. “ Ivan holds his head with both hands aware of what he has done last night.
The shadow of what he had done to Abbas' widow turned back to fill his head. He did not think that he had taken something that was not his.
“I have robbed Rara of her honor,” Ivan's inner being begins to be plagued with feelings of guilt as well as anxiety.
How could he do such a damned deed. Ivan shook his head in disbelief. The common sense he had was lost only because of the feelings he had towards a young woman who was none other than the widow of his own friend.
Ivan stared at the bathroom, slowly walking and opening the door. Empty, there's no one. He walked to the sink and started washing his face there. Ivan was surprised as he stared at his body. His chest was firm with 6 torn breads full of scratches.
He smiled mysteriously while tracing the scratches with his fingers. Not just one but many, so that it is like an abstract painting that adorns the chest of the white field.
Vaguely Ivan heard a knock at the door. He frowned with a sense of wonder. Ivan walked over and opened the door.
Anwar was surprised to see a young man who opened the door of Rara's room using only a towel with his hair still disheveled with his pillow face.
Ivan remembered the figure, the man who had been with Rara for a few days that made his emotions peak. A look of disdain rose on Ivan's face considering that he had the honor of the woman who had demeaned him.
“Mana Rara?” Anwar barged in.
It had been almost an hour he waited in front of the room but there was no sign of Khaira. He tried calling the phone, but there was no answer. Out of curiosity he knocked directly on the door, and the shock was clearly drawn on his face when he saw a handsome face with a pillow face that only used a towel coming out of the room he knew where Khaira was staying.
“He is not here,” replied Ivan casually observing the behavior of the curious Anwar to research carefully.
“I can't believe.” Anwar looked at Ivan sharply.
His gaze turned on the dinner menu that was not touched at all. He looked back at Ivan, “Why are you in this room?”
“What right do you forbid me in this room? I have money to rent any room I want,” Ivan sits casually.
His hand grabbed the tv remote and started to turn it on without caring for Anwar who was still curious about the state of the room that looked silent.
With a heavy feeling Anwar came out of that room. Questions popped into his head as Khaira did not announce his impromptu departure.
Ivan smiled cynically as soon as Anwar passed from before him. The door of the room opened again, he felt that Anwar was returning.
“How was the result?” Edward immediately nodded at her with a question.
Ivan did not expect that Edward would visit him so soon. He casually got up from the chair and picked up the cell phone in the room contacting Hari to bring her clothes.
Edward just shook his head at his behavior. Upon seeing Ivan return from the room, he clearly saw a beautiful painting on Ivan's chest. His eyes widened in disbelief, especially with the appearance of Ivan who was still a pillow face and only wrapped in a towel.
“Wah, a lot of abstract paintings painted on your chest.” Edward sneered at him, “As I said you will burn.”
“Dia virgin.” Ivan said looking at Edward with a face turned grim.
“Wah, you are very lucky. How's it feel?” Edward looked at him enthusiastically, although a little astonished because Ivan's voice was not excited.
“I'm sorry to do it. I think I betrayed my friend Abbas.” Ivan covered his face with both hands trying to repel the turmoil that enveloped his feelings suddenly.
“Gentlemen dong. You should apologize to your friend,” Edward so confused to see Ivan's attitude.
“He's dead,” Ivan's voice is getting heavy.
“You just marry. I'm sure every woman would be happy if an Alexander Ivandra came to propose.”
Ivan fell silent. Is it that easy? Will Rara accept her proposal after she does it by force? What if Rara refuses?
“For so long I had mistakenly thought,” Ivan stood walking away towards the window, and began to look at the scenery outside with a heavy sigh.
Edward did not comment, he wanted to listen to the continuation of Ivan's words to find out where the romance drama his friend was facing.
“I underestimated the woman from the beginning. Nothing special about her figure. I thought she was pregnant before her marriage to Abbas. Even accused him of playing with other men after the death of my friend.”
Edward just the mangosteen heard Ivan's story, “Why are you this semelow? Is it because you've fallen in love with her?”
“I tried to deny that feeling,” Ivan shook his head remembering a pitiful face that was teary-eyed as he had committed his forbidden deed.
“Now where is the woman?” Edward began to be curious to see a room that only had the two of them.
Ivan shook his head in excitement. The sinful feeling towards the late Abbas was also the sad shadow of Rara's face making her lazy to do anything.
“Come Lex. Don't you want to know who protected that woman and took her away from here?”
“What will you do?” Ivan looked at Edward lazily.
“We look at cctv to find out what time it went?”
“For what I know it?”
“Why are you so stupid. Your feelings for that woman did make you the dumbest man I know.” Edward began to scold her for being annoyed to face Ivan who did not budge from his position still standing by the window.
A knock at the door stopped the conversation. Seemed Hari entered the suite room while carrying a paper bag.
Ivan stared at Day at a glance. He must return to Jakarta as soon as possible and rectify the problems that occurred between him and Khaira.
“You and Gisel should set a model schedule that will do a photo shoot for the company Mr. Edmond. I'll be back in Jakarta.”
“Good sir.” Day said quickly.
He had not expected Ivan to leave Paris so soon. Though from the whispers he heard from fellow models including Sandra, Ivan will be in Paris for 5 days, but in fact he has just 3 days he will be back.
“Quite you know my return. Don't talk to the others. All financing directly send to my email. Arriving in Jakarta Roni who will take care of it.”
“Good sir.” Day said while nodding her head, “I excuse me.”
Ivan nodded and grabbed the paper bag on the table, then his sturdy figure disappeared behind the bedroom door.
An hour later Edward and Ivan were already sitting leisurely in the cctv control room. A trust operator Edward immediately opened the recording starting at eight p.m.
Ivan looked closely as Khaira and Anwar chatted briefly in front of the door until Khaira finally entered the room and two body guards who had stayed guarding the front door.
The groove he and Edward set began to run. When two young women invited both body guards to come to Edward's room and entertained Edward with classy wine. And the appearance of Ivan who replaced OB deliver dinner orders Anwar for Khaira into the closing of the night until exactly 2 in the morning seemed he came out with a travel bag that was ready. With a staggering stride Khaira stepped up following the two body guards.
Ivan's heart felt empty seeing the departure of the figure who had locked his heart firmly. He doesn't know what happened to him. The sinful feeling of also losing as if competing made his heart feel sad.
“If you love her pursue.”
“I'm not sure he accepted me.”
“Why are you so pessimistic?”
“Entahlah …. “
“I'm sure you can conquer it. Every woman will be touched by attention. I'll help you to get your love.”
Ivan smiled faintly. A glimmer of spirit perched in his heart, “Well, I'll meet you. Because you've been marked.”
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