Young Miss Assistant
Secret Boyfriend

"Do you enjoy it!?" zion asked with an irregular roar of breath.

"Ti...no!! Br*have!!" snapping, Clarissa pushed the body of the man who cornered her.

Thumped? All the raging feelings he held back, leaving the bowed Zion speechless in the dead-end passageway, towards the toilet.

Ting...

Notification of the incoming message from Farel, 'Sorry, I came to pick you up. But suddenly there was a phone call from the client. My biggest project tender wants to be snatched by the enemy in a blanket in my company. Be careful on the road, very cold days, preferably after arriving home after a warm bath,'

"He's very considerate, sorry.." murmured Clarissa, after reading the message on her phone.

Biggest project tender? Of course it's his dearest nona, Jeny. The enemy in the blanket means Tomy. Such was the true meaning, of the message Farel had sent, without Clarissa realizing it.

The woman bowed guiltily, staring at the heavy rain that fell before her. His hand was holding up the raindrops, there was a strange feeling within him.

"Mom.." Her emotions suddenly missed the figure of the woman who gave birth to her, raising her lovingly. Although, from the time of college the relationship between mother and child stretched.

Suddenly missed him? That's what it feels like, her tears are dripping a little. Wiped by her, "Why do I miss that shitty woman. I'm independent now. There was no need for her help anymore." he muttered, feeling a strange emptiness in his heart.

Sobbing alone, until the fingers of a man's cold hand pulled him back who looked pensive."Off!! Or I'm really going to ask people to kill you!!" he said he was trying to release Zion's hand.

"Why then are you afraid of me? I'm not gonna do anything to you. Don't cry anymore, will you be picked up? If so, we should wait somewhere else." he said with a warm smile, wanting to remove the sad look on the woman who always looked cruel.

Opening a sizable umbrella, embrace the shoulders of women who are slightly shorter than him. Walking in the cold rain. Warm? Strangely these cold hands were warm, Clarissa's tears were flowing along their journey, like finding a comfortable place to cry.

"I won't ask why you're crying, but crying in the rain, no one can hear it. So cry." she said embracing Clarissa, walking slowly in the increasingly heavy rain.

***

A small house inside a narrow alley, a large umbrella closed the young man. Run into the house quickly to get a towel. His face was smiling, rubbing Clarissa's slightly wet hair.

"You know how to get here, if I do something bad to you. Send the hit man to kill me." he said with a smile, using another small towel to dry his own slightly dewy hair.

What are the upper classes like me here for? That's what Clarissa might have in mind. However, his curiosity with the contents of the young man's house made him enter.

A neat little house, an old sofa, an analog TV, a display of some family photos is nothing special. The woman slowly sat on the sofa, warm tea began to be served the only occupant of this house.

"Why crying?" zion asked, sitting next to Clarissa, starting their conversation. Want to get rid of awkwardness.

"There's nothing, I just miss the unimportant woman." she said bowed, her tears dripping inexplicably.

"If it doesn't matter, you won't miss it..." Zion sighed, trying to be a loyal listener.

"I miss my mom. We used to live together in California. She was over-regulating my life, ka... therefore I hated her," Clarissa suddenly cried increasingly sobbing, the emptiness in her heart felt even more.

Mother and child bond? Maybe that's what made him feel a strange feeling. Sasha's Death? Something that is not known at all to him. It's just tightness, feeling oddness, longing that messes up his feelings.

"Thank God, when your High School dad started taking me to another country. So he didn't set..." Clarissa grew sobbing, as if she would never meet that figure again.

"Stupid..." Zion wiped away her own tears that had already flowed, sighing her trying to calm herself down. "My mother died of typhus. He's self-medicated, doesn't say what he's sick of,"

"Just yell at me to keep learning and stop messing around. I snapped back at him at that moment, saying I wished I didn't have a matriarch like her. The thing I regret the most, I haven't apologized, until his death...,"

Zion sighed, trying to smile, "A mother has a different way of loving her child. Even his own life was meaningless if it was for his son. Never hate her, love her, while she's there." she said stroking Clarissa's hair.

"But we don't get along very well." hesitant, and awkwardly that's the consideration in Clarissa's heart.

"His blood and flesh make up your body. You are his limbs, which are separate from him. He also misses and loves you. No matter how strained your relationship is. Lower your ego, love her first," Zion sighed harshly, "Stop crying, from now on, love your mother..."

Clarissa took a deep breath and began to try to calm down, "Thank you.." the woman smiled.

"For tea? Or coffee this afternoon?" the young man nodded his forehead.

Zion was stunned for a moment, that pretty face made her heart flutter again, kissing those cold lips softly. Of love? Is this what it feels like, when your heart is attached to someone else? there were many questions in his heart. Kala, Clarissa closed her eyes, replying to the slow lip movement.

"What if I become your lover? I'll wait for you when he's not around, let you guys be together. When, lonely you may meet me." whispered with disordered breath.

"But." Clarissa's words came to a halt, the young man sipped his lips slowly again. Gentle movements, their cold lips slowly warmed. Their eyes opened slowly, along with their irregular breathing scrambling for oxygen.

"Be my girlfriend." said Zion smiling, their eyebrows still touching, bowed to each other. Regulate his breath, until the lips are back in chains.

Wrongly? Zion finds out Clarissa's identity, and the young man also realizes this relationship will be difficult. To risk his own life, that's what he did. However, he did not want to lose the only thing that stirred his heart in such a short period of time.

Rain drops could be heard from the leaking roof, ignoring the two people who were struggling with their lips full of desire, as if they had never found a point of satisfaction.

"I don't love you." the woman's mouth said. Not with his heart.

"Then don't love me, I'll just continue to live one-sided love." she said, smiling. Don't have anything else, family? A fortune? A fella? Self-worth? There is no future for him.

Nothing is at stake or fought for by him. It was just that, for some reason he wanted to follow the cruel hearted woman beside him. Probably guiding the woman in her arms, that's all...

***

Gabriel let out a rude sigh, sending the results of the fake autopsy to the police. Look at the two bodies in front of him.

"Sister, did you kill your own wife? Does nothing mean anything to you anymore? If Deren or Clarissa were to betray, what would you do? Is it the same as me who was given the order to kill Citra? Or just like Sasha?" his mutter was pity, staring at the lifeless pale white face.

The man, coming out of the morgue, walked a few steps, in the dark hallway of the hospital. Suddenly, there was someone who was like following him, hiding in one of the hallways.

Gabriel looked back, but only an empty passage was visible. Continue to move, faster.

Tak..dak...

Tak ..tak...

The steps are followed by other shoe steps. It sounded like men's shoes, Gabriel quickly walked a turn in one of the hallways.

Getting ready, facing a person who seems to walk faster is like losing track of him. With a single step, the man in the doctor's suit, scuttle the person following him, then slam his body to the floor. Locking his hand movements.

"Dad, you are so cruel to your son." said the man he had just paralyzed.

"Pha... Farel? Sorry..." Gabriel frantically, helped his son get up.

"I'm going to tell mom!!" snapped the abused child, holding his aching back, as a result of slamming hard on the floor.

"You are wrong!! Why follow father quietly," Gabriel did not want to lose.

"We should pretend not to be familiar, did you forget? I was looking for a chance to meet dad in a lonely place" he snapped.

"But you shouldn't." Gabriel's words were cut off, by the babbling of his son.

"Better, just divorced mom and dad, I'll find a new husband mom who can love me more. Not abandoning me, not harming me like this" he lamented.

Gabriel rounded his eyes, never winning an argument against cloning himself.

"I'm going to find a new father." Farel's lips returned, walking past his father.

"Don't do that, wrong dad!!" Gabriel knelt down, hugging his son's legs, so as not to complain to Citra.

The responsibility as a father is huge. I used to want my smart and kind son to come back to life, even if the need to exchange my life was okay. But once he's alive, this is how it is... Gabriel exhaled a rough breath, in his patience.

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