This Love Killed Me (Dark Love)
Three Months Later

Day and night, days and weeks passed.

Three months have passed Calvin left Freya and everything in the world.

Freya has lived her life normally. Although his heart is still fragile and cracked, but logic forces him to move. Silence in adversity is not the way to solve problems.

Let everything flow like water, let time answer what its future will be like. Will the heart still die, or will it be cured.

Freya still works at the Diamond company, only this time without cooperation with Emerald. Ever since Calvin died, his business has been a rage. So many subordinates, all the confusion, like a chick losing a mother.

And Freya, she's still tight-lipped. Calvin's death is still a secret.

In addition to working at Diamond, he also remains active in the mafia world. If there are small rats trying to tease, do not hesitate Freya make them not warty. She remains a female demon who hides behind the face of an angel.

This morning, Freya woke up from a dream, when the sun was crawling high. Freya yawned while writhing. His eyes blinked as the solar glare struck. Last night he forgot to close the window curtain, so easily kirana solar barged into the room.

Freya's eyes widened, she slightly snapped as she stared at the figure sitting on the chair. The man owns the blue bead, which lately has been amazingly attentive.

"Jordan! What are you doing here?" freya shouted from under the thick blanket.

How not to be surprised, Freya is currently sleeping in the apartment, and suddenly Jordan has entered her room. Since when did the man arrive here?

"It looks like you're forgetting something, Freya," Jordan said casually. Open a business book that is scattered on the table.

"What?" ask Freya without changing her position.

"You promised to accompany me to see the vineyard I just bought. You didn't forget, did you?" jordan said, raising both eyebrows.

"You said we were leaving at ten, but you came this early. Wait a minute, I'll resume the delayed dream!" freya said as she grabbed the bolster and hugged him tightly.

"It's almost noon, and you say morning, Fre! You're an hour late from the time we promised!" jordan quickly.

"What do you mean, what time is it?" ask Freya while turning her back.

"Eleven hours past twelve minutes" Jordan replied as he glanced at the circular clock in his hand. Then he looked at Freya, wanting to know how she reacted.

"Lying, there's no way that," Freya grumbled as she got up, and grabbed her phone.

The highlight of the netra turns soft, when it comes to looking at the painting of a man's face on the mobile screen. Now Freya remembers, last night she was late in her sleep. Beautiful memories with Calvin, dancing in memory. Keeps his eyes awake until the early hours of the morning, and he still cries.

Jordan noticed the change in his attitude. He who had been chattering long, was now flinching with his eyes glued to the thin screen in his grasp.

Jordan took a deep breath, then moved from his seat. He approached Freya, and sat down next to her.

"I know it's hard, but I'm sure you can!" jordan said as he patted Freya on the shoulder slowly.

Freya gasped, she woke up from the daydream. Then he put his phone back, and looked at Jordan with a smile.

"Let's wait outside, I'll take a shower and get ready for a while" Freya said.

"All right!" answer Jordan. Then he left Freya alone.

On his way to the vineyard, Jordan stopped his car at a typical Russian restaurant. He invites Freya to stop there, to enjoy lunch.

Freya picked a table by the window, and Jordan didn't mind it.

Both ordered food and drinks. Freya ordered pelmeni. Russian food is like dumpling. Made from flour dough, which is filled with a mixture of minced meat, fish, and mushrooms. In addition to pelmeni, Freya also ordered kisel. A Russian drink made from oats. Very delicious if served in a cold state, especially in the summer like now.

As for Jordan, he ordered beef stroganoff. Russian food made from beef. Sauteed with stemana sauce, paprika, onion, and oregano powder. A combination of salty, spicy, and sour taste, really spoil the tongue. In addition, Jordan also ordered modovukha. In addition to being a typical drink, modovukha is also the oldest alcohol in Russia. This drink is obtained from Zolotoe Koltso.

"It was so hot outside Jordan, and you ordered the drink instead. Aren't you interested in cold drinks like this?" freya asked as she took a sip of the drink, letting the cold soak up the throat.

"I'm used to it" Jordan replied casually.

"A strange habit" Freya said with a crisp laugh.

"It's weird but it's delicious, so why not" Jordan replied as she pulled the tip of her lips together to form a smile.

"Yes .. It's up to you" Freya said, bribing a penny into her mouth.

After eating all the dishes, Jordan and Freya moved from her seat. So Jordan paid the bill, and he also wrapped up a few servings of blini. A typical Russian snack is a pancake, but the shape is very thin resembling crepes.

"For what?" freya asked when she saw Jordan buying a blini.

"Eat." Answer Jordan briefly.

"You're not full yet?" freya asked as she stepped towards the car.

"Who knows when he's hungry again" Jordan replied quickly.

Actually the blini was not for himself, but for Freya. She was indeed a smart, tough, sadistic, and cruel woman. But he couldn't help being hungry. And Jordan, he's already got it right. Freya rarely admitted it.

The two got into the car, and slowly Jordan started to drive. Under the scorching sun, he split the streets of a very dense city. Sometimes Jordan glanced at Freya, and she breathed a sigh of relief because smiles were often etched into her ripe lips.

About three hours away, they had already arrived at the plateau, on the edge of the city. Jordan still drove his car for a while. Then he stopped in front of a magnificent villa with a distinctive European style.

Both of them got out of the car and were greeted with a very beautiful natural panorama. Trees that grow shady, combined with various flowers that grow along the way. Not to mention the atmosphere of the city that was gazed at from a height, it was amazing.

The breeze blows softly, cool and soothing. But it even caused a shock in Freya's heart. He looked down lethargic, letting the wind blow his hair into a mess.

"This atmosphere reminds me of the past. A wonderful time that will never return" Freya's inner self with teary eyes. Remembering Calvin, always shedding tears.

"When we walk in the darkness, and there's only a lighter as a lantern. Then the wind came blowing and extinguishing the flame, even though our goal is still far away. What are you gonna do, Freya?" jordan asked while standing right next to Freya.

Freya looked over, and looked at Jordan. Wonder to hear his question. A question that SD children can certainly answer.

"Of course I turned it on again, and then I walked back. If the wind hits again, I'll make it light up again. I'll do that until I get to my destination" Freya replied quickly.

"I hope you can do it .. for your life," Jordan said, embracing Freya's shoulder.

Seriate...