The Price Of Sincerity
Sincerity Price

Jane could only hear the sound of the waves, she could hear them clearly. What he wanted to hear was not that. The man he asked to answer was still silent. Max seemed to be thinking.

“His Passivity.” Finally Max answered, his tone sounded low and full of doubt. Jane could still hear it. He was surprised by the answer he heard. He never thought he would hear such an answer. Money and sincerity?

“You mean you paid his sincerity? By what? Don't tell me if you pay with your money.” Jane grabs Max's shoulder, she puts her hand there to demand another answer. I hope he concludes wrongly.

"I give her whatever she wants, whatever she wants from me. But it turns out that everything I gave her wasn't enough, I didn't pay her properly. And he's gone from me.”

Jane was silent, she thought hard about what she heard. He hoped that what he heard was wrong. His body seemed to weaken, his hand slipping off Max's shoulder. He sat there thinking and understanding Max's intentions, but he could not find them. He couldn't understand the man.

Unknowingly her tears were dripping down her cheeks, Jane clenched her hands on her thighs. He really doesn't understand.

Are you also going to return my sincerity like that. Jane rubbed her wet cheeks and tried to hold back the tears to stop flowing. While Max, he daydreams unconsciously with the circumstances around him. Not knowing that Jane was crying beside him.

“You're not human, Max,” Jane out of the car. He stepped away from the super-expensive Bugatti, with his still-chaotic mind he picked up his phone in a bag and contacted someone. He called Dev.

But just as the call was connected, Max suddenly came and grabbed his hand. Jane hasn't had time to talk to the person across the phone. He also can't hear what Devan said when he received the call because Max spoke to him.

“Jane, what's wrong with you?” Max is shocked to see the woman crying as Jane turns towards him. “Why? Why are you crying? You mad at me?”

Jane releases her hand from Max's grasp spontaneously, “You're the same. You're the same as your brother. I thought you guys were different from the way you treated me, but now I see it for myself if you and him make no difference. You two jerks.”

“You—you know?”

“Yes. I know everything, and I also know this second if the man standing in front of me is not worse than her.”

“What do you mean? You equate me with him?”

“Why? Am I wrong? You both can't appreciate other people's feelings. Judging everything with money, paying everything with money, and I didn't expect that you would pay someone's sincerity with money either. No. gabe. Maybe not. You're even worse than him. Seeing you like this, I know why he left you.”

“You call that an excuse? Did you ever ask him what he wanted? What does he want?” Jane looked at Max, and the man suddenly fell silent. If you recall, Max never asked her about it. He just always spent his money to buy this and that for him. Without knowing his wish. It seems like Jane was right about that, but the reason? Max still doubts him if he leaves after receiving everything he gave him. With the reason that Jane had in mind, because she was returning sincerity with her money?

“Huh, sure you are. Then what about me? What price will you give for my sincerity? How much will you pay for the sincerity I gave you?!” ask Jane. Her tears flowed back down her cheeks after she held him back for a while. Unstoppable anymore.

“Au—.”

“Can't set your price?! Let me be clear, Max. You can't pay for sincerity with your money.” Jane looked at Max with teary eyes. He raised his hand to the height of his shoulder, pointing at Max's chest with his finger. “And what's the point of this? Is your heart dead, or do you not have it.”

Time seems to stop. Max fell silent motionless and drifted away in a daydream. Jane was still staring at Max. His eyes became red, and tears were still trying to keep him. Makes her eyes still teary.

Tit. Tit.

A car horn makes the clock spin back, Jane glances at the only car other than Max's passing car. The front window slowly opened, a woman.

“Need a ride?” ziya asked as she lowered her sunglasses confidently on Jane who was looking towards her. Without a second thought, Jane got into the car. Ziya shifted the glasses back to his original position and immediately gasped as soon as Jane sat down and closed the door, he ignored Max who called and asked him to stop.

The man couldn't hold Jane back from getting into the car because it was so dissolved in his mind. While the silver car that had just brought Jane had disappeared in the corner of the road. Leave Max alone.

An hour later, Max arrives at his apartment after returning from Jane's apartment. She slammed the door as soon as she came in, upset that she couldn't meet Jane, that woman wasn't in her apartment. And the activities he had done during the journey still continued until now, he called Ziya many times but there was no answer. "Damn, where'd he take her."

Max was sitting on the couch, he threw his phone somewhere. Throw it away. Max turned his head to the ceiling, trying to calm his mind. But could not, the shadow of Jane crying in front of him still vividly remembered in his memory. The woman was crying in front of him.

Suddenly Max realized from his thoughts, he got up from the front sofa of the television and went into the room. In a hurry he approached his desk and checked the desk drawer. There were three drawers there, for the two drawers he opened first he did not find the one he was looking for. And on the third drawer made him daydream for a moment before he took some photos inside there. The photos she receives from Dye as evidence of the affair of her fiance, Rose and another man.

'I have to find him.'

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