This Love Killed Me (Dark Love)
Unexpected Facts

The sun began to crawl up, its golden rays coloring the universe beautifully.

Under a solar windshield that holds nature, Jordan stops his car on the porch. He and Freya just got back from the hospital. Kamila's condition improved, and this morning Reman took care of her.

Freya took off her seatbelt while staring at the sturdy building standing before her. Today, he returned to Jordan's house, but not as a prisoner as he always was.

"Little hope has come true, Jordan. You want to face God and go back on the right path. May this be a good start, may my other hopes also come true" Freya said.

"Freya!" Jordan clasped Freya's arm, as the woman was about to get down from the car.

"Why?" answer Freya.

"You ... Are you sure you're back in this house?" ask Jordan.

"Of course" Freya said without hesitation.

"You're not afraid I'm back in your lockup?"

"No, because I can definitely get out," Freya replied with a crisp laugh.

Jordan was speechless, there was no smile on his lips, but his grasp on Freya's arm grew tighter and tighter.

"You why?" ask Freya.

"You can get out easily, but why do you always come back here. What keeps you in this house, Freya?" asked Jordan with an intense look.

"I want to take you in kindness, Jordan. I care about you, because to me you are precious. You asked me this yesterday, didn't you?" answer Freya.

"Nothing else?" ask Jordan.

"The others?"

"Yes. Maybe .. 'cause I touched you. I'm sorry Freya, I've taken your honor, I've tarnished you" Jordan said seriously.

Inwardly, Freya smiled amusedly. Jordan's classmate really believes in his cunning tricks, how clever is he?

"Forget over that problem, I don't feel wronged" Freya said.

"But Freya, you took care of her for so long, and I took her by force. Calvin alone do not you believe to get it, but I believe at that time you loved him very much" Jordan said regretfully.

"Jordan, believe! I'm it's okay. There's not a single thing you've taken forcibly from me." Freya said as she rubbed Jordan's hand, reassuring the man that she was okay.

"What do you mean, are you___"

"Whatever I mean, obviously I don't feel disadvantaged. Now come on in, I'll be back in the afternoon at the hospital." Freya let go of Jordan's hand and stepped down. He breezed away, leaving Jordan still riveted.

"Freya, wait for Freya!" shout Jordan. However his voice was only considered the wind then by Freya.

There was no other choice, Jordan opened the car door and went downstairs. He stepped up after Freya who had already entered the main door. By being forced he damping all the curiosity that has not ended.

"Freya!" call Jordan when passing through the middle room. At that time Freya was sipping a bottle of mineral water there.

"I'm still thirsty" replied Freya.

"Freya, actually what is___"

"Jordan, stop talking about it. If the time comes, you'll know" Freya said quickly.

"But Fre," Jordan said.

"So soon sketch your mother's face. The sooner we start looking, the greater the chance of meeting." Freya threw an empty bottle into the trash, then she turned her head and looked at Jordan.

"Come on," Freya asked firmly.

Jordan let out a long sigh, "well!"

"Wait a minute, I'll take a paper and a pencil" said Jordan, who was answered with a nod by Freya.

Jordan went into his room, and before long he came out with a pencil and a piece of paper. Then he took Freya to an open room not far from his room.

"Beautiful place," Freya muttered with a big smile.

The tail of his eyes stared at the sheen of white sand that blended with the blue of the sea water. Jordan's house is not too far from the beach area, and the open space is right facing that direction.

"Have you never seen him?" Jordan asked as he landed his body on the chair.

"Not yet." Freya shakes.

"You get out of your room a lot" Jordan said.

"I came out just to see Kamila and take care of work, not to observe your house, Jordan" Freya said without taking a look.

Jordan laughed loudly when he heard Freya's reply.

"Finish your sketches, and I'll talk to Yana." Freya pulled the phone out of her pants pocket.

"Fre!" Jordan looks at Freya's movements. "Do you still have another cell phone?" continued.

"You think?" Freya turned her head while raising both of her eyebrows.

"I was really played with him. It's the first time I've been defeated by a woman" Jordan grumbled inwardly.

"Can you use it in the room?" asked Jordan curiously.

"of course. I've been your partner for a long time, I've been really concerned about how you work" Freya replied casually.

"What not-don't that night .. You did something to me. I can't remember anything at all, is it because of you?" accuse Jordan.

"You think?"

"You're really sneaky, Freya!" furious Jordan.

"Tools of your words, Jordan. I'm clever, not cunning," Freya said with a crisp laugh.

"Whatever!" said Jordan. Although he put on an upset face, but in his heart he praised. That woman is really good at fooling opponents.

The next second, they dissolved into their respective work. Freya is busy discussing business with Yana over the phone, while Jordan is busy scraping pencils and painting her face on white paper.

About half an hour later, Freya ended her phone call. He approached Jordan and saw his paintings.

"Looks like this, the hair is long and a little wavy, then there is a mole above the lips and also on the left temples" Jordan explained.

Freya did not heed Jordan's words, her eyes were glued to the sketch of the face on the table. Without giving an answer, Freya immediately grabbed the sheet.

Freya's hand shook, when the painting was already in her grasp. The face in the picture reminded her of the familiar woman in her life.

"Fre, what's up Fre!" Jordan moved from his seat, when he saw Freya fixated on the painting.

Freya still remained unmoved, Jordan's voice was considered the roar of the wind that did not need an answer. Freya's mind was shackled to a reality she never expected. Is that how narrow the world is?

"Freya, what's wrong Fre! Answer me Fre!" Jordan shouted while shaking Freya's shoulder.

"Is this really your mother?" asked Freya in a stammer.

"Yes, as I recall, his face was like this. Fre, do you ... know him?" ask Jordan.

"No, this is impossible!" Freya shook her head many times, this fact was too difficult for her to understand.

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