This Love Killed Me (Dark Love)
Messed

An hour ago.

The servant aunt came back to meet Freya while carrying the item she asked for, which was Mukenah. Aunt handed the white cloth to Freya. Then glanced at the tray that had not been touched at all.

"Non, why haven't you eaten yet?" ask Aunty.

"Let's go, Bi." Freya smiled faintly.

"Later Mr. Jordan was angry, Non," muttered Bibi.

"I'll eat it Bi, but for a minute yes, I will pray first" said Freya.

"Sheesh?" Aunty squinted her eyes, astonished to hear Freya's reply.

According to Jordan, Freya is a sadistic and ruthless mobster. Even his master was once killed just for pretending to love. Is he really praying now?

"Why, Bi?" ask Freya.

"Ehh uhmm, it's okay Non. Then I'll go out first." Aunty lowered her head as she stepped out, leaving Freya still riveted.

Freya clasped her face tightly with both hands. In the past, it was the woman who always used that thing. But since his father died, he never once touched him. For so long he was lost, and forgot his Lord.

"Hopefully there is still a chance to improve yourself" Freya murmured.

Then Freya put on the face, and stood facing the Qibla. Although many prayers have been forgotten, but Freya really intends to end it all. He repented, and promised to improve.

A few minutes later, Freya ended her prayer with a greeting. Then he nodded while raising his hand. Regretting the sins and vices that fill some time in his life. Freya's lips moved, begging God for forgiveness. Tears melted, soaking the face and face.

"O Allah, forgive the servant who has strayed far from Your way. So many sins have been committed, please give instructions to fix everything. Lead the servant to stay on the right path." Freya rubbed her face with both hands.

A few minutes passed, but Freya had not yet moved from her seat. He kept his head down, regretting the past. Tears, bear witness to how devastated he is right now.

For almost an hour, Freya was in her place. To cover all the sins that have been committed. Too deep he drifted in thought, so that the creaking of the door was not caught in hearing at all.

In the wide-open doorway, a sharp blue-eyed man stared at Freya with a pus.

His fingers gripped tightly against the doorknob, dispelling the sudden heart-wrenching pain. What Freya does, makes her fall into the memories of the past. The time when he still knew his God.

In the past, Jordan was a devout child. He always got up early and performed the prayer before the mother woke him up. Among his other friends, Jordan was among the most exemplary of children.

But it was all over, when the bad thing happened that night. Since losing those around him, faith has begun to falter. Living miserable in the streets, Jordan began to doubt the existence of God. Then the faith and belief was almost gone, when he managed to kill the mafia who killed his friends.

Since that night, Jordan has only believed in himself. For him, life and death are in his own hands, not in the Divine. He continued to grow into a free man, having no guidelines or handles.

But tonight, when he looked at Freya and faced the Qibla, his heart immediately shook. There was a glimmer of intent that prompted his soul to do the same. Yet reason still refuses, the bitterness of life forges it into a proud figure who refuses to acknowledge the greatness of God.

"Jordan!"

Freya's voice breaks Jordan's daydream. The man immediately gasped. He rubbed his face violently, not wanting Freya to notice a speck of water drenching the corner of his eye.

"Jordan, you___"

Freya failed to continue her sentence, as Jordan passed away without saying a word. He left Freya who was still frowning in wonder.

"What's wrong with her?" freya muttered after Jordan's body disappeared from view.

Meanwhile, Jordan sped up a step, and went back into his room. He threw himself on the sofa, shuffling his hair violently.

"Armghhhh!!" furious Jordan.

"He's the one who made Alex die, and I want to demand revenge. But why am I the one who messed up. I haven't made him a toy yet, but he made me fret first. Ahhhrrggg shit!" Jordan hit the table in front of him. The breath is hunting more and more, as the emotions are getting ignited.

Then Jordan moved from his seat. He opened the glass cabinet and took some vodka bottles brought from Russia. Jordan then walked to the balcony. He sat on a chair while sipping vodka in the dimness. He wanted to forget his burden for a moment.

Between conscious and not, Jordan felt a warm touch on his arm. A taste that contrasts sharply with the cold of the night wind. His blue eyes squinted, looking at a figure that was not clear what it looked like. Who is he, where did he come from?

"Let's help."

Jordan heard a soft sweet voice in his ears. A voice that hypnotized him, so that he could not resist when the figure swept him into bed. In his embrace, Jordan inhaled a soothing fragrance, oozing from his body. Without being asked, a sweet smile just popped out. Decorate her lips filled with the smell of alcohol.

"Sleep, rest your tired body and soul! If reality is not in accordance with expectations, then realize that desire in a dream. I'm waiting for your smile tomorrow morning" whispered the voice right in Jordan's ear.

"You who?" ask Jordan between the guard and lena.

"I'm a woman who cares about you." The woman replied while covering Jordan's body with a thick blanket.

"Don't leave me!" jordan said as the woman was leaving. He clasped the arm that was touching him.

"I won't leave if you ask him to be conscious. Go to sleep, so you're ready to welcome tomorrow." The woman let go of Jordan's grasp slowly. Then he left her.

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A burst of solar rays burst into the room, keeping Jordan awake from his dreams. He blinked slowly, as the light hit right on his face. Jordan got up and held his dizzy and heavy head.

Jordan recalls the incident last night, from the moment he saw Freya wearing the face, to spending a few bottles of vodka on the balcony of the room.

"Who brought me here last night, could it be Freya" Jordan murmured.

Without a second thought, he immediately went down and stepped out of the room. He rushed to Freya's room. His heart beat faster, when it arrived at the doorway. Then he grabbed the key placed on the table. Then opened the door with an unsettled feeling.

The next second, the door opened wide. One object that was first caught by the cornea was a woman who was combing her hair in front of a mirror.

"Jordan!" The woman who was none other than Freya, she greeted before Jordan could open his voice.

Freya frowned, staring at Jordan from toe to head. Her clothes were a mess, and her hair was disheveled. My face is wrinkled, and my eyes are. It was obvious that he had just been awake.

"Is there anything important?" Freya re-opens the voice, because Jordan has not yet spoken.

"What did you do last night?" jordan asked without a smile.

"Eat, then sleep" Freya replied.

"You don't lie to Freya, you went to my room last night, right?" Jordan walked over to Freya. Look closely at his eyeballs, and look for honesty there.

"To your room? You don't freak Jordan, you lock me up here. I can't get out, and I don't know where your room is either. What do you mean say that," Freya said firmly.

"You prayed last night, didn't you?"

"Yes. You came at a glance, then left and locked me back here," said Freya.

"But you went to my room last night, Freya!" jordan said with high intonation

"No Jordan! I slept after you left. Where can I get out, while the door you lock from the outside" said Freya.

Jordan thought hard. Freya's words were very reasonable, she had already locked him up, there was no way the woman could get out. But if so, then who came last night? Could it be that it was all an illusion?

"Jordan!" call Freya.

Jordan did not reply, he instead left and went back to leave Freya alone. Meeting Freya did not make her heart calmer, but instead made her more chaotic and messy.

Seriate...

Thank you to the Sisters who are still loyal to the novel This Love Kills Me. Sorry a couple of days ago couldn't get up, there was a bit of a constraint on the RL. I'm trying to start this routine again today. Thank ye.