Aqila Revenge

Chapter 20

It's something very difficult and heavy. There's even no way I'm used to living without your self Qilla. But I'm sure, right now I'm releasing you not to lose you but to wait for your return in my arms.

He's the man you love more, but I'm the man who's been giving you the comfort, the calm and the satisfaction you never got from him before I was present in your life. And I'm sure there's no way you won't miss all the flavor I've given you. A feeling that will make you walk towards me. Ditto.

At a nightclub, a man was drinking alcohol. I don't know how many glasses he's been drinking. He certainly didn't want to stop nudging her.

"Give me one more glass!" dito said to a bartender.

"Okay sir," the bartender replied with a shrewd look at Dito.

"For a long time he held me tightly but now he threw me down with the person who would be the source of the sadness later on. Why are you so stupid Aqilla." Said Dito who began to fumble.

"I love you so much, I always protect you. Keep yourself away from Bram so you don't have any trouble with Mrs Vienna. Why does all the effort I've put in seem to be in vain now Aqilla. Tell why?"

With a staggering walk, Dito left the bartender's desk. Several times he fell because he was unable to stand properly. He continued to be helped by people around him to get back on his feet, but only a few steps he fell back.

In a drunken condition, Dito left his vehicle in the parking lot of the Club he came to. He took a taxi and drove his car to an apartment in the city centre, not far from Bram's hotel.

He deliberately did not return home, because he did not want to show his condition like this to his little daughter.

Dito got out of the car with the help of a taxi driver. The taxi driver helped Dito into the waiting room near the reception desk of the apartment.

A security man who knew Dito also helped the taxi driver. Dito laid on a long sofa. He continued to talk under the name Aqilla.

Two hours Dito fell asleep on the couch in the waiting room. His presence there stole the attention of many people. Many people passed by, making Dito wake up from his sleep. Suddenly the headache and nausea began to attack him.

Being held onto his aching head, he also tried to endure the nausea that was engulfing him.

With a staggering step, Dito walked quickly towards the toilet. He spewed out all his stomach. From behind a security guard looks like he wants to help her.

"Mr Dito, are you okay?" ask a security officer.

"As you can see, I'm not okay. Please help me, take me to my apartment unit." replied Dito who was immediately embraced and led to walk by a security who also has a proportional body like himself.

In the apartment unit, Dito sat on a sofa, he was looking at a Figura attached to the wall of the room that he deliberately painted purple, like Aqilla's favorite color. Inside the picture is a picture of her, and Aqilla is with her daughter Tita. The photo was taken by a photographer who immortalized their togetherness on Tita's third birthday.

Cella was supposed to be in the photo, but Cella suddenly could not attend her daughter's birthday celebration, with reasons that are completely beyond reason. Just because I don't want to go through a diamond match with a social friend. Cella is willing to leave the happy moment of her own baby. Miris is, but that is.

"You're not wrong to leave me Qilla, because I still can't make up my mind, to let Cella go and make you the only one. I admit, I lost a step with Bram. He's good at taking you from me. Although I've been with you all this time but I can't understand your true creations yet." said Dito with tears. He bit the bottom of the red lip that looked a little thick.

Dito wept for his broken heart, after knowing clearly, that Aqilla had married Bram. Although the marriage is only limited to the betel wedding.

Tonight Dito let himself dissolve in such deep pain. He spent the rest of the night contemplating the pain of his heart in a room he left without a light on.

"Yes. This room is so dark, he deliberately created to accompany himself who is trying to make peace with his heart and circumstances.