Arabella Secret's

Missed him

Nothing different from the previous days after work Neal will go straight to the mini bar at his house, drowning himself with alcohol, like tonight has been a can of beer moved silvery, he said, tossing the empty cans carelessly, made them scattered on the floor. He hoped that alcohol could take away for a moment Ara's shadow on his head but it was only his hope that never worked, in half his consciousness he still wanted to call - calling his wife hoping that she would appear in front of him, hold it warm with his body , the smell of the body of his wife who had missed him so much.

It has been two weeks since Ara disappeared, all efforts have been made by Neal, he spread his people in every corner of Moscow, sending people pecking at Ara's mother's house, suspecting Ara back there, but Ara never showed up there, checking all the lists of passengers who left Moscow, be it the ones who left by plane, train and bus, but never in the name of Arabella. It disappeared like it was swallowed by the earth.

He no longer slept in the room he had occupied with Ara, because he could not enter there again, every corner of the room was filled with the shadow of his wife, he said, that would drive him crazy, Neal decided to move to a room on the ground floor, telling the servants to move his clothes and belongings from there. He spent the night at his home mini bar and eventually fell asleep.

Maria opened the mini bar door carefully and closed it again after she entered, the atmosphere inside was so dim that the only light came from the lamp on the buffet at the corner of the mini bar, maria's eyes circled the room trying to find Neal's whereabouts, her gaze halted as she looked at the silhouette of Neal's body sitting on a wooden bench in front of a mini bar table, sitting with his body on the table overstretched one hand with his face while playing a beer can with the other.

Slowly as Mary approached her son, tears began to fall from Mary's eyes when she saw her son who looked so pitiful, she pulled Neal's body into his arms, rubbing Neal's head gently gave a lot of kisses there, looking at Neal's puffy face, he slowly touched Neal's cheeks and chin which was getting rough by the signs growing there.

“Ara dear...you know that, I miss you very much,” mutter Neal while tightening his embrace dunked his face in the presence of his mommy whom his wife stepped in.

“Nak..ini dear Mommy,” said Maria slowly.

“Mommy...!” Shameless Neal cries like a child in her mommy's lap, “where else I should look for her Mom." Neal spoke next to her tears..

“Sabar dear, we will definitely find Ara back,” persuaded Maria rubbed Neal's back gently.

“Don't be like this, son, alcohol won't solve anything, if it keeps going like this you'll get sick, if you get sick how you're going to find Ara, stop being weak like this, stop being weak like this, you should try even stronger, Mommy sure Ara also does not like to see you weak like this.”

“Does he still think of me Mom, what if he hates me.”

“Then make him like you dear.” Neal raised her face to look at her mommy. Staring at the face of the woman who had given birth to him was always there for him.

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Ivander enters his room after flirting with him in his study, his eyes fixed on the bed looking for his wife but he does not find Helena there, the bed was still very neat meaning no one had fucked her yet. Ivander again stepped out of the room, his steps like he had memorized where to herd his body.

The door of Anara's room opened slightly, she peered inside a little, and Helena was sitting beside Anara's bed, with her back, and she was sitting, before entering Ivander took a deep breath almost every night Helena visited Anara's room, maybe it was natural considering Anara their only daughter, her disappearance was of course a deep wound in her heart.

Ivander hugged Helena's body from behind giving a brief kiss on the top of her head, this” has passed the night why you still haven't slept, you don't usually sleep this late.”

Helena looked at Ivander who was still holding her remains of tears are still visible on the pretty face of Helena despite her age is not young anymore but the rest of her beauty when she was young is still clearly painted.

“What do you hold?” ivander asked as he tried to take the object in his wife's arms, no rejection from Helena he let Ivander take a picture frame in his arms. Ivander stared at the photo

inside the wooden frame, a photo of her third young self she was standing on a lapait by two beautiful women on her right left, she said, helena's wide smile that showed her neat teeth signified her heart was so very happy when the photo was taken, her left hand was coiled around Ivander's arm while one of her hands held the large belly of the woman on Ivander's left, a faint smile also adorning her thin lips.

“Will Janie be mad at me Ivan,” asked Helena staring blankly out the window of the room that was still open.

“She's been fighting for me but I can't take good care of her,” isak Helena starts to sound, she tries to hold back her crying but she can't . he cursed his weak self who only knew how to cry.

“No..you took care of it very well dear, do not blame yourself, Anara just entrusted God to us, when He ordered back of course we can not prevent it.” Ivander gently rubbed Helena's shoulders, long they were silent busy with their thoughts – each, Helena held the hand of Ivander who was still at home giving a gentle swipe on her shoulder, Helena held Ivander's hand, Ivander stopped his swipe he looked at Helena's hand that was clutching her hand, it felt so cold.

“I miss her so much, it's been a long time since I met her,” whispered Helena softly but Ivander's ears caught her clearly.

“We'd better sleep this very late, I don't want you to be sick.” Helena nodded her head slowly agreeing to Ivander's invitation.

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Ivander stared at Helena's sleeping face in his arms, giving a gentle peck on his wife's forehead, Ivander pulling his arm that was squeezed by his wife's head carefully for fear of waking Helena up, he raised his wife's head slightly and placed a pillow under her head.

Ivander stared at the ceiling of his room, the memories of Janie who had long been in his grave revolved like a movie in his head, the sacrifices he made with anything he could never repay. The departure of Janie, who was just saying goodbye through a letter to her and Helena, really made her very hurt, especially her wife. They have been friends for a long time since sitting in junior high school, Ivander knows Janie because she was introduced by Helena to him when he began to approach Helena.

“Janie..Wherever you are at this time may you always live happily, may someday God be able to bring us back.” Ivander closed his eyes trying to throw away the memory of Janie in the

her head.

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