The Ruler's Widower
Failed to Meet
Sahira is in a wheelchair with Filio. He turned the wheel slowly to get out of the room. Just arrived at the family room, Sahira's hands felt very sore.
“It's just right Filio is lazy to wear it, so tiring,” complains Sahira. He wiped the sweat off his forehead.
Sahira was shocked when suddenly someone patted her on the shoulder from behind. “Why do you always surprise me?” sahira said with an angry tone. He held his chest that was beating fast.
Instead of answering, Filio pushed Sahira's wheelchair hard.
“Filio stop me scared.” Sahira's hand held the edge of the chair tightly in fear of falling.
Sahira was frightened because Filio did not bend his wheelchair, while in front was a square table made of glass. “Filio don't!”
Filio deflected the wheelchair spontaneously to avoid crashing. He again pushed Sahira's wheelchair towards the pillar of the house. “Filiooooo turn!”
Filio pushed his wheelchair back and forth, turning Sahira. Her lips expand upon hearing Sahira's terrified ravings.
The wheelchair that Filio pushed walked straight towards the swimming pool. “Filio stop!” Shouted Sahira.
Filio pushed Sahira's wheelchair quickly, then released it into the pool. He laughed out loud at Sahira's wet situation in the pool.
Sahira splashed water towards Filio. “Filiooooo you're such a bitch!”
Not wanting to get drenched alone Sahira pulled the foot of Filio he shot.
Filio's injured leg could not hold his body when he pulled Sahira.
Sahira manages to pull Filio's leg, until Filio's body is drenched in front of him. Sahira laughed, her hand holding her stomach which hurt. “Look at yourself, no longer handsome, hahaha.”
The face of Sangar Filio turned into an innocent man if his crest collapsed forward perfectly due to being swept away by water.
Filio combed his hair back using his finger. He pushes Sahira's body against the pool's fringe wall.
Sahira closed her mouth, although there was still a slight sound of her laughter. Filio's sharp gaze did not succeed in making Sahira afraid. The shadow of Filio's innocent face made him not stop laughing.
“Sounds like you're not afraid of me?”
Sahira tried to change the look on her face that held the laughter flat. “No.”
Sahira slid into Filio's arms, leaning her head against her husband's chest. In her mind Sahira cheers when she hears Filio's rapid heartbeat, Sahira believes her plan to make Filio fall in love with her will work.
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The orange sky greeted Sahira who had just come out of the teacher's room. It did not feel like he had four hours in checking on his student's duties.
Sahira walks in a fairly quiet school corridor. The steps of his shoes sounded echoing as they came into contact with the floor.
The vibration of the cell phone in the pants pocket stopped Sahira's steps. Dahi Sahira crinkles when she sees an incoming call from a new, unfamiliar number.
Out of curiosity Sahira picked up the phone. “Halo, sorry who is this with?”
“Sahira, it's me Rangga.”
Sahira recalls the voice of her ex-husband. “Rangga-“ So happy Sahira can not continue his words. He did not expect that Rangga was still alive.
“I'd really like to meet you,” pinta Sahira.
“Meet me at hotel W, tenth floor number three hundred nine.”
“I'll be there soon.” Sahira walked in hasty steps. Arriving at the school gate Sahira stops the taxi.
The screen of her phone lit up, Sahira frowned as Filio's name appeared on the screen. Sahira hesitated to answer or not.
Sahira took a deep breath before taking a step to press the green button. “Halo Filio, what's up?”
“Vira said you haven't come home yet, would you like me to pick up?”
“No need I can take a taxi, I happen to have a sudden affair.” Sahira bit her lower lip waiting for Filio's reply.
“Well then, see you at home.”
Sahira was able to breathe a sigh of relief after her phone disconnected. The distance to meet Rangga is not too far away. It only took fifteen minutes for Sahira to reach the lobby.
Sahira walks towards the elevator, to get to the tenth floor. The elevator door opened on the tenth floor, several people walked out in the Sahira. He looked for the room numbered three hundred and nine.
Sahira looked at the door with the number three hundred and nine. There was a strange feeling when he saw the door partially open.
Sahira knocked on the door, waiting for someone to come out from inside. Sahira tried to call Rangga's number, but the number was not picked up.
Anxiety makes Sahira reckless to go inside. He walked slowly. “Rangga,” call Sahira.
Sahira was shocked when she heard the door slam. Sahira turned her body, and was surprised to see the cold face of Filio in the doorway.
“What's the reason for a storm?”
Sahira looked back. His mouth opened as he watched the gym teacher at school come out from within with a sweaty growth.
Sahira turned her face when she saw that the teacher was wearing a towel around her waist.
“What are you doing here?”
Sahira was a little excited when she got a question from Filio. He can't tell the truth. Sahira fears Rangga's life is threatened again, if Filio finds out.
“Mother Sahira wants to take the files that have been changed yes, I briefly get it.”
Sahira was a little confused by the speech of the sports teacher. Because they did not know each other, which he remembered the man often Sahira saw several times in the field was teaching children.
Filio pulled Sahira's body until they were attached.
The sports teacher came back with the map in his hand. “This is Sahira.”
Sahira accepted it with joy. “Thank you, then I say goodbye.”
Sahira and Filio walked towards the elevator with a fretful feeling as Filio's hands coiled around his waist.
“You didn't sell your body right?”
Sahira's steps stopped. “How can you think like that.”
“Why should I meet at the hotel, I think there is another place.” Filio looked at Sahira with an annoyed look, it felt like Filio wanted to devour the man who deliberately showed off the beauty of his body.
“If you don't believe yes already.” Sahira walked in hasty steps leaving Filio. He did not want to be upset, especially to provoke the anger of Filio who will make his fate worse.
Sahira's hand was pulled, making her steps stop. “Iya I believe, don't get mad ya.”
Sahira's manic is rounded with gaping lips. How could a Filio man who was very Sahira knew cruel, so easy to believe. “Looks like he's really crazy,” Inner Sahira.
For the sake of launching a goal to ingratiate Filio, Sahira wrestled spoiled on Filio's shoulder. “I'm hungry,” Sahira said in the tone she made as much as possible. Until he himself was disgusted to hear it.