You're My Antidote
My Destination

Seeing Rere welcome her just by using lingerie was nothing new to the King.

As if it had become a habit when he told the woman he would visit the apartment. Rere has always been available with minimal busan.

That asshole was him.

But he's also not an ***** maniac who always needs such things. They only do it once in a few weeks.

And the goal this time was not for that either. There might not even be such a thing for her and Rere after this. Since he has made a choice, he must also take responsibility for his decision.

"Change your clothes!" his word kept Rere's body wrapped around him like a leech when he had just entered. Walk towards the sofa quietly.

"Why? haven't we done that in a long time, Ja? don't you want to?"

Rere was still seducing her by trying to touch her chest. But he just patis. "Quick change your clothes or I'll go!" he was never gentle with any woman but his mother. Including Rere who should have gotten used to his cold demeanor.

With a throbbing annoyance, Rere passed towards the room leaving her alone.

The king looked around, a place that witnessed how bad he had been all along.

He observed one by one a photo of Rere hanging on the wall above the television. Something that he only realized this time his existence even though he believed the photos had been displayed there many years before he began to enter this apartment.

Photos of Rere from her teenage years to the last photo taken during the opening of her agency. The photo contains Adit, himself and of course the owner of the house.

"So, what's the reason you came if it wasn't for fun?"

Rere came back in better clothes despite still showing some of his lower body.

"I have come to end what is between us."

"What do you mean, Raja?"

The king could see a stiffened face in front of him.

"Just like I don't want to be a bully if you have a relationship with another man, I want the same for you to do."

"So you mean, you want to throw me out?!" Rere started screaming. The thing that the King disliked about this woman the most was that Rere could never hold back his emotions. "After what we've been doing all along.. Now you throw me out for that poor chick?!"

The king pressed his forehead which let out a long sigh. "I didn't throw you away. We can still be friends. But not on the bed."

"But why? Isn't it love with your future wife? Don't you believe in commitment?! she should already feel lucky enough to be your wife! he has no right to deny what you and I do!"

The king felt amused in his heart. Doesn't Rere understand the feelings of his future wife whoever it is, even if it's not Rani?

"I don't believe in commitment. Because I want to be free, with no attachment and no guilt. But that doesn't mean I don't appreciate it."

"But I love you the same, Ja." Rere's voice shook. It makes the king not like it. Because from the beginning he had emphasized what their relationship status was like.

"From the beginning I emphasized. Never bring feelings into our relationship. Because you will never get the same reply. And you agree, Re."

"But no one's heart knows, Ja! After all, where there might be no comfort after all this time we slept together."

The king laughed cynically. "It is not comfortable if it is related to body relations. It's just your lust and biological needs."

"If you accept a marriage, why am I not the one you marry, King?!" Rere was yelling uncontrollably. "We already know each other, and even we've come this far."

"Marriage is a parent's decision. And I appreciate it." she replied coldly. Not that he was heartless, but he didn't want to make Rere think he had more hope.

"Lo is not a puppet that is just quietly arranged by them, King! You have a soul that can resist. And you have the right to do that!"

Everyone even knows that his body is no longer soul. His heart was just a void space filled with darkness that devoured him without any remnant.

And Rere still hopes he has the soul to be able to defy his parents' decision to marry Rani?

It's not too complicated about marriage. It makes no difference if he marries any woman.

If being married to Rani can make her mother happy, then she will.

The king drives in no direction. The last word Rere said reopened his old wounds. A wound that never healed and only he kept tight by himself.

His aimless journey ended in a place that was no stranger to him. He himself was unconscious his subconscious brought to this place. Where Rani lives.

Turning off the car engine, he stared around. The state of the home is deserted. No wonder it was so late at night. And somehow it came to her mind whether Rani had gone home? considering that he just left the woman with Adit.

With hesitation, the King contacted Rani. Looks like Rani hasn't slept. Because of the third ring, the call had already received an answer.

"Hallo.." Rani's voice still sounded fresh even though it was late.

"Hallo sis.." The girl's voice came back after the King just remained silent.

"Is the phone tight?" the girl muttered to herself across there. Makes the King pull the corners of his lips up.

"Hallo brother? this is really a piss, isn't it? if it's really tight, Rani matiin huh?"

"Wait!" prevent it before the girl completely disconnects. "Have you come home?"

"It has. Just after the King's brother came home, Adit directly interracial Rani after the food runs out."

"You haven't slept?" The king was more and more shocked by his mouth which he could not control. Somehow he wanted to linger at the voice of the girl.

"Not brother. Just finished the shower."

It was a moment of silence when he no longer knew what to say.

"Hallo brother? the King's brother is still there."

"Hm."

"What's the king of the phones for? anything important, brother?"

The king pulled back the corner of his lips. Must there be something important before he calls this girl?

"You can get out? I'm ahead." having said that, the King regretted his decision. What if Rani really came out and she didn't know what to say.

"Eh? brother King outside? since when? why didn't you say?"

"You don't need to know."

The girl clucked and broke off the connection. He got out and sat on the hood of the car with his hands in his pockets.

Not just because of his habits. But also because the night air is quite cold.

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