This Love Killed Me (Dark Love)
Spend Age In A Hugging Only

Time passed by so quickly, though Freya just stayed in a delusion. One soul-shaking tragedy, is a real event. Although Freya hopes all is only part of the dream in her sleep.

A week has passed since the accident that day. Now, Freya started to get out of the base. Not to become a mobster, but to go to Calvin's house. As per the commission, he will take the ring. Wear it, and never let go.

"I'm with you, Fre?" tawar Jordan when Freya was already in the living room.

"No need, your presence there will cause problems, Jordan," replied Freya while cursing blazer that had been just fortified.

"But I'm worried that you're going to Fre's own" Jordan said.

"You forgot who I am? Yeah, I'm down, but I'm still Freya. I'm quite capable of protecting myself" Freya replied with a discordant laugh.

"But Fre___"

"I think Freya was right Jordan. Calvin's men will not remain silent, if you see you at his master's house. You don't want any more trouble, do you?" andrew just arrived in the living room.

Freya glanced at Andrew at a glance, from that night until now, she had not greeted Andrew.

"Freya!" call Andrew, he's not comfortable keeping quiet.

Freya did not answer, but she turned her head and looked at Andrew intensely.

"I'm sorry" Andrew said sincerely. Either wrong or not, he apologized first. He hopes that his apology can improve the relationship between the two.

"For what?" asked Freya flatly. Questions that sound ambiguous.

"I wasn't open about Alice, and I wasn't honest about my desire to quit the mafia. My closed attitude makes you suspicious, and .. sorry it's all like this" Andrew said, staring at Freya.

"It's not your fault, I'm too stupid, can't understand the situation. I shouldn't have suspected you, because we're partners. Back off, if that's what you think is good!" freya said, patting Andrew on the shoulder slowly.

He left Andrew and Jordan.

"Work Jordan! Don't worry about me!" freya shouted from the doorway.

Without waiting for an answer, Freya went straight to the garage. Get in the car, and drive it at high speed.

***

The hour hand shows exactly at 10:00 p.m. Freya stared at the sturdy building before her with nanar. His body trembled, cold sweat began to pour out.

The first time he came to this house, he laughed crisply in the arms of the lover. But now, he comes alone. In there, there was no more love and warmth. Just a wound, regret, and emptiness.

Without asking for a drop of water to fall from the corner of his eye. A flashback about a few days ago, just flashed in memory. Torturing the mind and soul.

"If only I could choose, I would rather die in your hands. Your departure, carrying a part of my soul. This love and regret, it's like killing me, Vin." Said Freya quietly, while gripping the steering wheel of the car tightly.

While Freya was still in grief, suddenly the security guard knocked on her car glass. Freya flinched, then she turned her head and looked at the security guard.

"Please Miss, the gate is already open," said Satpam with a smile.

"Ehm yes, thank you." Answer Freya. He drove his car and stopped it in the garage.

"Please enter Non, but you are not there" said Luke, one of the men disguised as a waiter at Calvin's house.

The men who participated that night, successfully silenced by Freya's men. So that none of them knew what had happened to their master.

"Yes I know, Calvin just told me to take something in his room. So can I come in?" asked Freya while smiling gracefully.

"Of course, please Miss!" said Luke. Everyone there knew that Freya was Mrs Zaiden's candidate. So that they are very respectful, and do not dare to mess around.

"Thank you." Answer Freya.

The leg that kept swinging, led him into the spacious room that was predominantly white. Calvin's room, for the first time Freya went in there, because she used to live in the living room. His eyes looked around every corner, when he had closed the door.

Freya closed her mouth, tears coming back. Every item that was there, reminded him of the figure of the man who had become the back of the heart.

Freya stepped closer to the table, her self-portrait clearly emblazoned there.

She was smiling, her face was graceful standing among the shady trees. He remembered where the photo was taken, by the roadside, at the summit area. While they were taking care of the project there, Freya just turned her heart.

Freya opened the drawer in front of him. His eyes were immediately fixed on the red velvet box. With a tremble Freya grabbed the box, put it on the table, then opened it.

Diamond ring crown jewel, sparkling sweet charming. Freya's cries were breaking, tears were falling down her lap. The man who planned to propose to her with love, even he harmed her to lose his life. How could it be so cruel?

After being satisfied with crying, Freya took the ring and pinned it on the ring finger. Very beautiful, the size and also the model is very suitable with her taut fingers. Freya looked back into the drawer. There was a small piece of paper folded. It's just below the newly retrieved velvet box.

Freya picked up the paper, then read a row of letters written by hand.

I'm like a night without edges

Gulita was imprinted in silence

Sukma empty no despair

Where the step is endless

But self-incarnated pelita

When you give love

You're lighting a lantern

In the soul of seroja

In your race I hope

Unrequited renjana is silent

Stretch out your fingers through the holy day

Spend age in a hug

Freya was fixated on one last sentence, 'spending her age in mere hugs'

Perhaps the implied meaning is married and married until the age of twilight. Never left, enough death to separate.

However, there was another meaning that had occurred in Freya's mind. A meaning that he leaned more towards there. Spent the age in his arms, and last day Calvin breathed his last breath in his lap.

Is this a premonition, or just a coincidence?

Freya folded back the white paper, some of it wet with tears.

"Maybe Marcel knew who you were, Vin. He swore before me. And yes, he's right. I've felt a much more painful thing than death, which is loss." Freya said to herself.

Then he wiped away the remains of tears. Then he left Calvin's room.

"But while my heart is still beating, my world won't stop spinning. Maybe after this I can't fall in love anymore. But just let love and my heart die, just so my wits don't. I have to live my life properly. Even without love, I still have goals. Maybe someday, I'll be as personal as Jordan," Freya's inner self as she steps away from Calvin's home.

He drove his car at high speed.

Seriate...

Drama corner

Calvin: Is Freya going to be a match for Jordan?

Me : I don't know, it's still dim. Expect opinions from readers.

Calvin: Or am I brought back to life!

Me: I can't, not a horror novel.

Calvin : Anyway, suddenly I was made to die, nyesek know!

Me : Salah himself handsome, I will be your desire.