The Price Of Sincerity
She's Already Engaged

So pretty. Elegant design with unique displays here and there. The villa looks luxurious. Max stared at the bag and fur jacket on the sofa as soon as he walked in, while Jane scanned her surroundings while hugging her in a suit hanging from her body.

“Wah, is this your Villa?” jane asked Max, who seemed to be daydreaming. “Max?” Jane called the man because he didn't answer.

“Ah, yes. This is my Villa. Go up, as soon as you get to the top there is a room on the left. Just go in and change your clothes, it looks like there are clothes you can wear there. I'll catch up.”

“Following? What do you mean by that?” jane's embrace was tight on her.

“Colah. Do you think I'll go home like this?” Max stretches out his hands, exposing himself to the wet from taking part in the water game that Jane started. Both were soaked, coupled with grains of sand attached to their clothes.

Jane narrowed her eyes in protest.

“Good. I'll be upstairs when you're done, I'll be waiting for you here. Satisfied?”

“OK, I won't be long.” Jane looked at Max and a satisfied smile was plastered on her face. Max could only sniff out the annoyance of Jane's behavior that seemed to make him a sister. Once it comes to his mind, it is likely that Devan's reason for rejecting Jane's love. But whether it was true or not, he was just imagining.

Jane climbed the stairs, occasionally looking back. He glanced at Max who was sitting on the sofa, he felt uneasy and afraid that the man waiting for him below would go and leave him there. Or did the man suddenly hate her.

As soon as she got upstairs, Jane looked confused. She doesn't remember what Max said to her a moment ago, right or left. Left or right. His mind seemed to drift thinking of the bad possibility that would happen to him if the man judged him the same as the others. And Jane finally chose the right.

The door was not closed, leaving a gap. But Jane ignored it, maybe someone forgot to close it back when leaving the place. Yeah, maybe it's Max. Without a second thought Jane pushed her, her body immediately fixated on standing in the doorway. His eyes caught two men making love in bed.

Jane's presence makes them instantly stop her kissing and erotic activities. Quickly Jane closed her eyes, “Sorry, I didn't see anything. I don't see.” Say Jane before turning around and closing the door.

Jane walked in the other direction with a flushed face. He did not expect to see firsthand how people made love. With his own eyes. And as soon as she got to the other door, the real door, Jane took her breath and exhaled slowly. He wished he was in the right room. Jane opened the door and entered.

There it is, it smells exactly the same as the fragrance in Max's car. Jane turned on the light and went straight to the bathroom, she didn't want to linger. Within ten minutes of her bathing, Jane came out with a towel covering her body. He picked out a few clothes in the closet, all of them seemed to fit him. Coupled with the underwear in the closet drawer also fits on his body just that the bra there is a little small to ***********.

Jane mirrored, her wet hair looking tangled. He was looking for a hairdryer on a table near the mirror, but nothing. He walked towards the bed, checking the desk drawer. And finding him, he found a hairdryer and a framed photo inside that drawer. Max with a woman.

"Did she have a boyfriend?" Jane looked at the photo again, she found a ring between the two. And it looks like the photo was taken at a cover event. "They're engaged?"

Meanwhile, Ziya and Max sat together on the living room sofa. With three glasses of warm tea in front of them.

“Why don't you let me know if you're here?” max asked Ziya who was enjoying her tea.

“Already. I've notified you, meaning you're not reading my message.” Ziya replied unhappy. “I don't think you'll be here again for giving me the keys to the Villa. And that woman, are you guys having fun?” Ziya placed a set of keys on the table.

“It's none of your business.” Max took his cup of tea on the table and drank it.

“Hemm, okay. So how? Is making her your model still not enough so she's still with you?"

“That's no scandal, we're indeed dating and are getting married soon." Ziya raised his hand. The ring ring around his ring finger was proof of his words, if the man had proposed to him. "But if you need I can meet you, I still owe you.”

“OK, it's good if you guys are getting married. And didn't I tell you you don't have to do it anymore if you still feel like you owe me.”

“Entailah, maybe because I can not forget it when you came to save me at that time. I'm really very grateful you came.”

“Forget that, just assume everything paid off. Live your life as you want, don't be burdened because of me.” Max finished his warm tea as soon as he heard the door shut from upstairs. He saw Jane get out of there. “OK?” max said as he took the Villa key before he left.

Max walked up the stairs in wet clothes, he passed Jane who was going downstairs. He was stunned for a moment to see the shirt and shorts that fit the woman so well. Not small or big. “I'll be back.” Max passed Jane so easily that he didn't see Jane's nod.

Meanwhile, Jane sees the woman sitting on the couch enjoying her drink quietly. And suddenly he called Jane to sit with him. Drink tea with him.

“Drink, mumpung still warm.” Pinta Ziya smiled kindly.

“Thank you,” Jane returned that smile and drank her tea a mouthful. He looked at the woman and remembered what she saw. “Sorry, I'm really sorry. I didn't see anything. Really.”

“Haha. Are you gonna apologize if you don't see anything?”

“Itu—.”

“Already, I'm not taking issue with it. Don't you know me?”

Jane was a little jolted by the question, the exact question she asked just a moment ago. Jane stared into the woman's eyes for a long time, and she wondered if she might know. Jane remained silent.

“I mean at Dev's engagement party, don't we meet?”

Jane's squinting eyes imply that she's thinking. And finally he felt better when he remembered it was true, it was fitting that the woman felt familiar to him.

“Oh yes, I remember.” Jane remembers the woman who approached her that night, as well as the woman who met her in the toilet. He didn't think he'd see that woman again. At Villa Max?

“Ziya,” he said as he reached out to shake hands.

“Jane.”

Brief, concise and clear introduction.

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