The Pledge of the Ingkar
IYI 3'S

After getting permission from Wulan, Zoya also ventured to approach Liam who was still fluttering in the same place. He walked very carefully and slowly so as not to create a slight knocking sound of shoes echoing in the room. 

There were doubts that had invaded him, but he tried to stay brave and believe that he could face Liam, even though the man's level of depression was quite severe. 

Yes, without Zoya asking any further about Liam's current condition, he could already guess for sure. Just look at the state of the room that looks like a broken ship. Some items can be seen scattered on the floor with just any place, including pillows and bolsters, also some objects that have been toileted out, fell to the floor, even visible glass fragments that also decorate the room. He guessed that Liam had swept all the objects on the table using his hands in one go, also throwing pillows and bolsters without feeling. 

Zoya observes one by one the objects lying on the floor, without stopping her steps which still look carefully avoiding the glass fragments that may be scattered to some places. His steps suddenly stopped at the end of the bed. 

He looked at the man who was still sitting behind him. He sighed for a moment, trying to neutralize his feelings before resuming his steps, facing Liam, the man he would first meet. 

Meanwhile, Wulan is still standing in the doorway, watching Zoya's activities live. He did not even take his eyes off Zoya. Wishing the woman he believed in could really revive his son's life spirit. 

A moment later Wulan raised both corners of her lips forming a smile, as soon as Zoya turned to her as if asking for permission and support back. Although Zoya did not say it directly, Wulan could understand the meaning of the woman's gaze. 

'Come, Zoya .. You can definitely do it. Aunt sure!' Wulan stared expectantly as she muttered inwardly, hoping that Zoya could hear the voice of her heart, even if it was impossible. 

Zoya sighed again. This time it looks a little heavy. Maybe because again doubt invaded it. He then rolled back his face forward, after getting a nod of his head from Wulan as support. 

I can and should. I can't see Aunt Wulan grieving like that seeing her son. Prove you're useful to Wulan's aunt, Zoya. The whisper of Zoya in the heart. 

The woman's steps back slowly. Just a few steps he had stood in front of Liam. His gaze immediately led to a pair of brown irises staring blankly at the window. 

Not only that. He also saw blood spots on the man's temple in front of him. It has not been cleaned or even treated. It was possible that because the maid in the house did not dare to approach a depressed employer like Liam or perhaps the other way around, the maid had tried to attempt to treat the wound, but Liam refused it. At least that's what Zoya is thinking right now. 

There are too many possibilities that make a person reluctant to approach a person who has major depression like Zoya and their average reason for fear. He thought it was a normal and normal thing. Not everyone has the same courage. 

"Hi, Liam." Zoya greets meekly while publishing a knotty smile, as soon as Liam realizes her whereabouts and turns to her. 

There was chaos on the man's face. His face was pale with some sweat arising around his forehead. Not to mention the blood spots that further add to the mess. It's not much, but it's quite worrying. 

Zoya could imagine how strong Liam was at hitting or banging his head until it bled like that. Must be very strong. Just looking at it, he felt the pain. What a very appalling condition. 

It's worth it Aunt Wulan doesn't have time for me, let alone for me, maybe even for herself she doesn't have time. Looks like Liam does need someone to help him get up. But, who?zoya muttered in her heart. 

Zoya forced to smile, but no less sweet than her usual smile. He then extended his hand before Liam. 

"Include me, I'm Zoya. You may have heard my name. Maybe we can be friends too?" zoya introduced herself. 

Instead of responding, Liam threw a stare. Observing Zoya's outstretched hand, her eyes swept across the entire appearance of the woman in front of her from the tip of her foot to the tip of her hair, then down again to the beautiful face. Until his gaze stopped there and they exchanged glances for a moment. 

However, there was no movement or speech Liam gave in response, despite only mentioning a name. Either the memory of his brain can receive well every word Zoya says, or quite the opposite. 

What is clear is that Zoya sees that Liam is as if he can't catch his words well. This was evident from the man's blank look. Although Liam's gaze was fixed on her, Zoya could see that she was not the real object of view. He realized and understood that so many burdens were disturbing Liam's heart and feelings. 

Zoya immediately lowered her outstretched hand, but received no response. He smiled disappointed. But I don't want to extend that. At least he still had a chance to try to get close to Liam, as long as the man did not rebel and do things that harm him. 

"Rem ... Can I help you with your wound?" zoya asked, smiling unconvincingly. 

Zoya appears to step forward near Liam and intends to sit next to the man. However, it was snuffed out when Liam suddenly opened his voice. 

"I don't need your help. Get out of my room!" liam shouted with a cynical look fixed towards Zoya. His hand lifted and led to the door of his room which was still wide open, without him noticing his mother was standing there. 

"Get out!" his yell.