The Murder of the Beloved
Chapter 57

Bram was stunned for a moment. Doesn't Maya disgust seeing that rat?

"I'm not watching your work, but I want to keep you company in the back. It's not good to be alone here." Maya explained.

"But behind it smells. Not here."

"It's okay. I'll close my nose."

It was only at that moment that Bram realized that Maya was a strong person by her will. But he did not feel irritated because Maya had a reasonable reason. What Maya advocated was for her own good.

They're back together.

"However. Why would a rat that big die here?" Maya expressed her astonishment. Something that actually also questioned Bram even though only in the heart. "Maybe someone throws in here?" asked Maya while looking around. A three-meter-high wall bordered the left right and rear. Above the wall there is a shard of shard and still coupled with a stretch of barbed wire.

Bram. "There may be. But what to do that for? I am not hostile to my neighbors. If it is a fad, then the culprit must climb the stairs first and throw it strong in order to reach this place. A rat that big is certainly not light."

"Yes. I guess that's impossible." Maya starts to close her nose.

"No, disturbed right? Just go inside, May."

"No. Need Bram's help?"

"Oh, absolutely not. You just sit there."

Bram took the hoe from the side of the house, then looked for a suitable place. "Why isn't that Bram?" The Maya pointed to ungrazed plots of land while the surrounding areas were heavily overgrown with shrubs and wild plants.

"Ah, for such a small thing why go so far." Bram dug the ground near the porch stairs. He swung his hoe vigorously, deliberately revealing his strength. In a short time he finished his work. The carcass of the rat had vanished into the ground. But when he turned his head he saw Maya not looking at him. Maya looked the other way.

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Since the incident, Bram has been cleaning his house every day. He paid a special maid for it so there was no need to stay overnight. Thus he did not feel uncomfortable inviting Maya to come. But that's not really the goal. He prefers to chat with Maya at home rather than at Maya's house. In his house there is no one else until they can be free from interference. While in Maya's house there are helpers and also Bagas.

Maya also liked the togetherness. Instead of having dinner at a restaurant in a formal atmosphere, they better buy food from outside.

Their relationship becomes more intimate and then intimate after Bram kisses Maya for the first time. Bram did refrain from being too aggressive. He wanted to make a good impression in Maya's eyes. Don't act like a hungry wolf.

"There's actually something I want to ask, but I never dared to do it" Maya admitted one day.

"Will you tell me a little about your late wife?"

Bram was not surprised to hear that. "Yes. I owe you that story. You told me about your late husband. I haven't. Actually, not only are you afraid to ask questions, but I am also afraid to tell stories. I have to be open. Next the assessment is up to you."

"I'm ready to hear it, whatever your story is."

"Look, May. I have actually been married twice. Yes, I was a widower twice. And two of my ex-wives died in an accident." Bram tells a brief story about Indira and Lilis, limited to things that Maya deserves to know. "Well, someone once said, that there is a possibility that I bring bad luck to the person who became my life partner. It's awful, isn't it? That's why I'm afraid that you'll even think so and run away from me."

Maya laughs. "You think I'm superstitious? There's no such thing. Where possible. It's just the design of a person who likes sensation. If a man is destined to be short-lived, then he will still die in time with whomever he marries."

"Oh, how glad my heart is to hear you think that way. There must be rarely anyone who stands like you."

"Ah, has anyone ever run before me?" Maya laughs.

"not yet. But since Lilis' death, I've been afraid of myself. I dare not approach women."

"There's so much love for you." Maya caresses Bram's head.

"So I feel so lucky to have met someone as good as you."

"Thul? I feel flattered. Am I a good person?" Maya laughs.

"Yes. You're very nice."

"Be careful. Later you misjudge and regret prolonged."

"Of course not" Bram said seriously. "But tell me, how do you judge yourself about me?"

"You're a good man too. And I thought you were pretty honest with your confession just now. Nowadays, men are rarely honest. He just wants to hang on."

Bram's feelings were really flattered. It turns out that he was not wrong when he took the risk by telling the death of his two ex-wives. Precisely "honesty" it becomes a plus.

Furthermore, they feel closer and already know themselves enough. Each has no doubt. A month later they got married.

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