The Murder of the Beloved
Chapter 54

"That's fine sir. You have also talked about it. I don't know. The final decision is with him. He who occupies. Not me."

"But the mother bought it." Bram said with admiration.

The woman laughed. His laughter was like a low question.

Bram immediately extended his hand. "My name is Bram, Mom".

"Maya Widiawati," the woman welcomed. Then he elbowed the young man beside him. "introduce. This is my nephew, Bagas."

Bram saw a handsome young man with a pair of intelligent eyes. Bagas nodded politely and shook Bram's hand tightly. "It's our director" Bram's staff told him.

Bram takes out his business card and gives it to Maya. Then Maya opened her bag and changed her name card. There Bram read addresses, phone numbers, and also the Maya profession. She owns a beauty salon and boutique.

Next Bram let them sit down and told his staff to take a drink. Apparently Maya and Bagas are in no hurry to go elsewhere, as they accept Bram's offer. They continued the conversation more seriously. While at the opposite exhibition booth, which had just been looked at by Maya and Bagas, some of his guards noticed with envious gazes. A prospective buyer has been raced by a rival.

But for Bram, his friendly treatment to Maya was not just about facing serious potential buyers. He had fallen in heart before. The only doubt is Maya's status. His wife? Women as beautiful and rich as that certainly will not be left alone by the men, even more by "hunters" like himself. But he also had to carefully guard his own heart. Don't let him be lured to people's wives.

Finally Maya and Bagas parted after saying they wanted to see the location before making a decision. Of course it is a reasonable request. Bram would be surprised if they didn't ask for it. They make promises, when is the best time for both parties. Bram wanted to handle it himself even though he could have handed it over to his staff. So he volunteered to pick the two men up at their residence at the agreed time.

"Well, we don't have to be spoiled like that, sir," Maya said with a smile.

Bram blushed but replied quickly, "This is our service, ma'am."

"What if you don't buy?"

"Nothing is okay. We understand. Maybe you managed to get a better one" Bram said in the style of an experienced salesman.

Maya did not reject Bram's proposal. He thanked me with an attractive attitude. As he leaves without stopping by the other booth, Bram continues to stare and admire the back of Maya's beautiful body. Before turning, Maya suddenly turned her head and laughed and waved her hand when she found Bram still standing looking at her. Bram blushed with a reddened face. But he had time to reply Maya. After Maya is not seen again, Bram also stepped quickly to follow the departure of Maya with Bagas. He held back his steps when he saw the two men. He just wanted to know what kind of vehicle they were using.

When he saw them entering a car from an expensive brand he smiled with satisfaction. He felt optimistic despite trying to suppress his expectations so as not to soar. Don't be excited just yet. Who knows if she is married or has a boyfriend. Is Bagas really just a nephew? Was Maya buying a home for a niece? There are only two causes. Maya loves her niece and she has money.

Those unanswered questions raised Bram's spirit. He will know the answer soon.

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When picking up Maya and Bagas at their home, Bram is stunned to see the luxury of the house occupied. The house was not very big but was built with great taste. The architecture is beautiful and the building materials are first class. He expressed his admiration frankly.

"Oh, sorry Mom. Did I offend you?" Bram said with a sad attitude as well when in his heart he laughed gleefully.

"Ah, it's okay sir." Maya smiles soothingly.

"Actually we're lucky, ma'am. I too have not been left by my wife for long. Not a year."

"Oh yeah?" maya's eyes shone with a look of sympathy. "Sure your sadness is still thick. Thicker than I am, because my husband's departure has been more than two years. I can accept the situation. Fate like this is not just me who suffered. Death can take anyone, anytime."

"That's fine, ma'am. But the heavy ones are loss. Resignation is resigned, but the sense of loss can not be lost immediately."

"Then, you must love her very much." Maya said with respect.

"Yes, Mom. Ah, we better not talk about it."

Maya nods. "Agreed, Sir. We have to live this life, don't we?"

They left in Bram's vehicle. Before leaving he had seen that the luxury sedan Maya was in the garage. There are two cars there. In addition to the sedan, the other one is a Toyota Kijang. He suspects, Kijang must be a vehicle commonly used Bagas. The sight was enough to corroborate his original estimation that Maya was a wealthy man. Ah, a rich widow.

On the way, Bagas took the initiative to sit in the back until Bram who was driving so side by side with Maya. Bram was pleased with Bagas' attitude which he judged as self-knowing. Bagas does not talk much except as necessary and if asked. Bram occasionally looks at him through the rearview mirror. He considers Bagas a sympathetic young man and can put himself in. It's no surprise that Maya loves him.

Later Maya answers Bram's curiosity. "Bagas was the son of my eldest brother who died when he was a child. I've been babysitting it since childhood. You can say he is like my own son. I have no children."

"Mother adopted her?" ask Bram.

"Not yet thought, tuh. Her real father still exists. He would disagree. I think the most important thing for Bagas is affection. Not formalities or official-resmians."

"Yes, that's absolutely right, ma'am" Bram said with respect.

Realizing Bagas' close relationship with Maya, Bram gave his full attention to the young man. In a short time he managed to get closer to Bagas. He already knew, that the shortest and most appropriate way to win the heart of Maya is through Bagas.

Furthermore, Bram's efforts to offer homes to be purchased are no longer a maximum of one hundred percent but have been divided. The rest is an attempt to show itself. Home is not so important anymore. If he could be straightforward, he would say without shame, "choose me, not this house!"

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