This Love Killed Me (Dark Love)
Letter From Alex

The sound of the high hells beats that Freya wore, implying the anger that made the bristles crumble. All the staff knew what had happened to Siska, Tamara, and Andin.

Among them there are those who blame Siska and his friends, for presumptuously gossiping boss. But there are also those who blame Freya, they consider him too cruel, because they include the names Siska, Tamara, and Andin in the blacklist.

Nevertheless, they did not dare to voice their hearts. Opinions that they are excited are only stored in the mind.

With a quick step, Freya walked into his room. The door creaked loudly, as Freya opened violently. Arriving there, he was immediately greeted by Yana. The secretary bowed, saying an apology.

"I'm sorry Mrs Oliv, I failed to discipline the employees. I'm really sorry, for this unfortunate incident." Yana continued to bow, not daring to raise the head of the item for a second.

"No need to apologize, this is not your job!" freya answered briefly.

"I know Mom, but___"

"Get out! Get your job done right! Meet clients or relationships that come. I want to be alone, I don't want to be disturbed!" Freya landed her body roughly on the chair.

"Good, Mom." Yana steps out leaving Freya.

After Yana left, Freya went to the window. Staring at the scorching sun that never tired of shining buana.

His mind drifted back to the other hemisphere, Russia.

Freya knitted her hand, tightly grasping the two rings that were coiled around her ring finger. Left of Calvin, and right of Jordan. Freya tried to keep her promise to Calvin, not to let go of the ring at any time.

While the ring from Jordan, repeatedly he tried to take it off. But failing, his heart always refused whenever he would do that. Hate and disappointment are not enough to erode the taste that has been embedded in khalbu.

"Jordan, are you still resting in this world? I'm sorry for making you sick, but you know, this heart hurts Jordan too" Freya murmured at the roar of the wind caressing her face.

"If someday there will be time to meet___"

A rowdy voice in the doorway, making Freya's sentence hang without end. Yana's voice that was slightly emotional, was caught clearly in Freya's hearing.

"Mom Oliv, I'm really sorry! I already banned him, but he forced his way in!" yana shouted along with the sound of the door creaking.

"Freya!"

Freya's heart beat fast, hearing the voice of the man calling her name.

Although years without meeting, but he still clearly remembered with the voice. The voice of the man who had his heart, from long ago, to the present.

Freya turned her back, her net catching the figure of a blue-eyed man staring at her. Freya squeezed her own hands, convincing her that none of this was a dream.

"Mom, I'm really sorry. I've rejected it, but he's very pushy!" Yana still continues to apologize, she is afraid that her boss is disappointed because he failed to carry out his duties.

"It's okay, get out!" freya said to Yana.

"Ba..well, Mom." Yana breezed away, and did not forget she closed the door again.

"Freya, I finally found you." Jordan swung his legs, and walked towards Freya.

"Jordan, is he really Jordan? A few seconds ago I thought about it, and now he's showing up in real. What does this mean?" inner Freya.

"Freya!"

"Jordan, is this really you?" freya muttered nervously.

"Yes, I'm looking for you." Jordan stopped right in front of Freya.

"You okay?" ask Freya.

Freya gasped, not expecting to get such a sarcastic question.

"That's not what I mean, I'm just. I didn't expect you to come here" replied Freya. His heart began to beat fast, when he realized the cold aura that emanated clearly from Jordan.

"You're smart, but I'm not stupid either! Finding you is easy, Freya." Jordan looked at Freya sharply.

"What do you really want? Killed me, like I did with you back then, yes!" snapped Freya.

Freya did not want to make herself look weak in front of anyone, including Jordan. At first he thought Jordan had come with good intentions, but apparently not, Jordan had come with anger, and possibly revenge.

"You are arrogant, Freya!" Jordan gripped Freya's shoulder tightly, pushing her against the wall.

"Jordan___"

"I know I was wrong, you're disappointed with my attitude. But I did it for your future. Although I have no love, but your happiness is my priority. What a reply, huh! It's just a matter of feeling, you intend to kill me! Where's your conscience, Freya!" snapped Jordan with a hunting breath.

"I___"

"You know, your actions are fatal. Because of you, I lost someone precious. You have to take responsibility, Freya. I'm going to take the rest of your life, starting from this second," Jordan said still with high intonation.

"I won't let that happen, my life will still be mine!

You said I had no conscience, then what about yourself, Jordan! I killed your greatest rival, even though he was my lover. I'm down, I'm trying to treat my wounds. And you came in a sweet manner, as if I were the queen in your heart. Then I burst out, and started loving you, and then I knew it was all just pretend. Do you think I'm just a joke, Jordan! After what I did for you, you don't appreciate me at all!" snapped Freya. After there was time, he vaporized everything that stuck in the heart.

"What is the importance of love? You should be happy, because I want to heal your wounds and make you happy. You consider yourself too tall, Freya!" furious Jordan.

"I am not high, but I am not as low as your betrayer. And stupidly, you're still crazy about him!" Freya smiled cynically.

Jordan tightened his grip even more, not caring even though Freya grimaced with pain. Hearing Freya belittle Lyana, her emotions grow louder.

"Even though he was in a relationship with me based on a lie, but he didn't make me lose anyone" Jordan said right in Freya's face. "Read this carefully, and understand what the consequences of your stupid actions are!" Jordan let go of his grip, and thrust out the fold of paper he had been holding.

Freya grabbed the folds of the paper while frowning. His eyes glanced at Jordan who was still standing in front.

Then Freya unfolded, and her net caught a scribble of characters neatly set out there.

To Freya Ollivierra

Three words on the top row.

Then Freya glanced at the bottom right corner. His eyes squinted as he stared at Alex's name there. To shake off her curiosity, Freya began to read line by line the lines Alex had written for her.

Freya's body trembled, cold sweat pouring down the clothes worn. His power slowly dissipated. It didn't take long for him to fall limp on the floor. Tears of divorce, soaking up the sheets of paper that were still in his grasp.

Seriate...

Thank you to all the brothers who still support This Love Kills me to this day.

It does not feel we have reached the end of Ramadan, may our worship charity in this month be accepted by Allah SWT.

In a few days we will arrive on the day of Fitri. Forgive all wrong and wrong, whether I realize or not. Minal aidzin wal faidzin, apologize born and inner.

Sorry if these days selow update, and can not reply to comments. After Eid, God willing will return to normal. Up regularly, reply to comments also regularly.

Again, thank you and apologize profusely.