Charm Duda Ganteng But Jutek

Chapter 90

Amaras

The car Frans was driving at speed was heading to the hospital. He didn't talk much this time, unlike back in the office.

I grabbed my phone, wanted to call Daniel or Nathan's brother who might still be in the hospital. But my phone is dead. Though it was clear I had charged his battery when checking my work. I looked at Frans.

"You turned off my phone?"

Frans looked up and nodded.

"Yes! I don't want Alby to bother you baby!", she replied. I activated my phone too. There's a chat from Daniel's sister so I can just go home without needing to go to the hospital. Brother Daniel and brother Nathan are accompanying papi.

My jaw hardened. I'm sorry I ever loved this shitty figure. How could the man I knew well back then turn into this hideous figure right now???

"Please Frans!", I was upset. But there was no word from his mouth because Frans' cell phone suddenly rang.

[Hallo??]

[....]

[What??]

After turning off his phone call, he called someone again. I don't want to know what he's talking about. As long as it's not about my papi or the people closest to me. All I heard was about the lab fire. But I'm not really listening either.

"I'm not taking you to the hospital. Mommy and Daddy are coming. They live next to your apartment unit!", Frans said. But somehow he seemed very angry and did not like his parents to come here. Is there something he's afraid of???

"Huum!", I answered briefly. Brother Daniel asked me to go home.

Frans' car is parked in the basement. I got out of his car. I just got off, he locked me in with both hands.

I leaned against the door of the car that had just closed. His eyes look red and yes.I'm scared!

"Tell them if you're my future wife."

I'm unmoving. How can I admit to him as my future husband? I'm even afraid of him.

"Sound I'm a baby! I do love you, but I also do not hesitate to finish off the people around you. So, follow me! Your papi is not safe at this time! Understand!!?"

My breath is hunting! Besides being afraid of the threat, I also don't like having to lie like that.

Not answering his orders, I ventured to push both my hands from my left right side.

After I missed it, I walked ahead of him. Frans followed me from behind. We went to the elevator and went to the floor of my unit which was only on the fifth floor.

Out of the elevator, the man grabbed me by the waist. For some reason, it was as if my waist was his favorite spot.

"Before Frans!", I snapped, though softly.

"My parents are out soon!" said Frans. Shortly thereafter, a couple of married couples came out of the unit next to me.

Frans held my hand toward the two of them.

"Dad's night, mom!", greet Frans. Elizabeth hugged her eldest son.

"You know we're here?" asked John, Daddy Frans.

"Sure Dad! Even we are neighbors. Isn't that baby?", Frans' question turned to me. I was a little surprised because of her.

"This is Amara Dad, mom! My wife-to-be."

Frans asked me to shake hands with his parents. I try to be friendly with both of his parents. Not because they want to attract the attention of a couple. But only as a limit of respect for older people.

"You are beautiful!", said mommy in Indonesian.

"Thank you Auntie!", I said. Frans told me a little bit about his Singaporean mother. Hence he can speak Malay which is similar to Indonesian.

"Sorry om, aunt and Frans. I go in first. Excuse me!", in a slight hurry I got into my unit. Afraid Frans would come in.

I leaned my body behind the door. Hope Frans gets out of front of my unit soon.

I went straight into my room to clean myself and change clothes. I sent Alby a message when I got back to the apartment. I hope he's not worried about me. But it looks like he's asleep because it's been more than ten minutes my chat has not been read.

I decided to go to sleep because I was so tired today.

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Alby

Almost half an hour in the morning I was in my study. His intention was to go straight to sleep. But because of the plan to return home that I will do in a few days, I finally woke up and finished my work.

I came out of my room still seen Mak and Mila tea watching tv. I approached them too.

"Mak? Peter's hose? Acan sare geningan?", I asked.(It was night, I hadn't slept yet)

"Hehehe ngke Jang. Keur watch drakor yeuh!", Mak replied with a smile.

"Ari si teteh mah notjarin watch soan!", I said to Mila tea.

"Heheh teu nanaon Jang. Pan needs oge's entertainment!", Mila's tea.

"Watch what?" I approached.

"Pentos Jang!", replied Mak and Mila tea simultaneously. I'm wrong again! Aserahhh!

"Sir, if you are sleepy do not need to be forced, can be continued tomorrow again. I'm afraid it hurts!"

"Yes jang! One more episode!", replied Mak.

"Yes!", I went to my room where the door was still open. Nabil has changed position. It was sloping now on its stomach. Indeed this boy, small but crispy place when sleeping.

I kissed Nabil's forehead. He seemed to be smiling in his sleep. What is he dreaming about right now? Meet the mother? Or..kak Nabila as he often said?

Nabila...what..he's my son and Bia? But..what's possible? Didn't my son and Bia miscarry?

Abaghfirullah!!! But.. It doesn't seem to make any sense! I rubbed my face. Again I saw Nabil smiling with his eyes still closed.

Nabila and Nabil! Silvy once said he was waiting for Nabila. Silvy said that after his son was born Nabil!

Oh my God, how is this???

I took a deep breath and then I exhaled slowly. Thinking of such an unreasonable thing seemed to make me even more dizzy.

I took my phone. There's some chat coming in. I ignored her, only the chat from Amara I saw.

[By, I'm already in the apartment]

I was relieved to read a chat from him that he sent me at about eleven p.m. That means I went back to my study earlier.

Having read an important chat, I finally opened some chats from my clients. But there's a number I don't know. There are some photos sent from an unnamed number probably.

A little curious, I opened it. A series of photos of Amara with Frans coming out of the car. From Amara's clothes, it looks like the photo was taken yesterday. Not too prominent what Frans treatment on Amara even though it looks Amara's face is very uncomfortable.

Next, a photo of Frans carrying Amara leaning against the car door.

I don't know why my hands clenched for a moment! Am I jealous?

The next picture, shows Frans fondly wringing Amara's waist. Then the photo where Amara was shaking hands with two strangers who seemed to be Frans' parents.

And finally, a video that still needs to be downloaded.

Until I finally heard Frans' voice saying that Amara was his wife-to-be to two strangers he called mommy and Daddy!

Amara seemed friendly to the two old men.

Suddenly my chest is tight! Why is he like that?

I took the jacket in my closet. Not to forget the wallet is also a mobile phone. I've been wearing knee-length shorts and tee shirts because I'm going to sleep. But right now, my destination is Amara's apartment.

I'm afraid that Frans is acting against Amara.

"Jang, where are you going?", asked Mak who saw me wearing a jacket.

"Exit Mak. There's business!", I replied.

Mak looked at the classic clock that had shown at one in the morning past five minutes.

"This is Jang's morning, where are you going?", asked Mak anxiously.

"Neither wait for Alby. Now Mak rest. Watch the drama tomorrow again. Nitip Nabil Yes Mak. Assalamualaikum!", I said goodbye.

"Moskalamic. Be careful Jang!", said Mak.

I headed straight to the garage to pick up the car that was parked outermost.

After closing the gate again, I darted out of this luxury housing complex.

I honked the sign greeting the complex security guard. They also say hay ria to me while raising his hand.

The streets of the capital at this hour are quite quiet. Within half an hour, my car arrived at the apartment. I went straight to Amara's unit because I had accessories there.

The atmosphere was very quiet this morning. Would I overdo it if I was worried about Amara's safety? What more do I know if Amara went with Frans??? But wait!!! What exactly am I afraid of??? Frans and Amara doing anything?

I hit the doorbell of Amara's apartment. Maybe I'm interrupting Amara's sleep. But what if Frans is in there?

I hit the bell repeatedly. I could have come in, but it's rude. Especially if Frans is really in there....

Apaghfirullah!!!!

Shortly after, the door opened. The figure of the girl who was surprised by the face of her pillow.

"Alby??" he asked in a hoarse voice. The girl dressed loosely with the oversized t-shirt widened the door.

I looked into Amara's living room. Frans was really there and did nothing to Amara....

Amara looked confused and pulled me into her unit.

"What's up By? Why are you suddenly here? Two o'clock in the morning, right?", asked Amara again.

Amara closed the door again. I immediately stepped my feet into the room after the room in Amara's apartment.

After a few minutes, Amara began to collect his life. He followed where I was going.

"What are you looking for?" asked Amara, pulling me in as I walked into her room.

"Did that man come here?", I asked. Amara knitted her two eyebrows.

"Who?", he asked in a still confused tone.

"Who else wouldn't be Frans!", I said. Then I showed you the photos and videos that were sent to my phone.

Amara looked surprised.

"By..."

I looked at his face. There's a purplish mark on Amara's jaw. I raised his chin. There are the same traces there.

I don't know why I'm really upset. Didn't I decide not to date Amara myself? Then, what right do I have to be angry with Amara???

Amara lowered my hand from her chin.

"This is not what you think By ..I have nothing!"

"Then what is this?", I slowly held back my emotions.

Amara fell silent. Must be confused to explain what to me!

Why do I feel betrayed like this???

"You don't like my way of continuing a more serious relationship, says Amara! But don't make me like this!"

Amara looked at me with a look that was out of the question.

"You said to me, you don't want to have any more contact and involvement with Frans. You're scared of Frans! Then what is this ??? Even he can touch you like this!?! You mean what Amara???", I'm annoyed by the high enough tone.

Plakkkp....

Amara landed her palm on my cheek making my head turn to the side. But after that, Amara looked at her hand before slapping me.

"So, you think I'm as cheap as By?", he asked softly. But I'm sick of hearing that question.

I turned my face away. I was just afraid I couldn't control my emotions.

"Jawab By!", he pulled my jacket collar. Our faces were so close that I could even see a flash of emotion in Amara's eyes.

I turned my face back to avoid those eyes. Amara pushed me up against the wall. Still in the same position, he still holds my jacket collar.

"You want to know By! Every time I got close to Frans, I was always scared. Yes, I can indeed defend myself. I can fight him. But I chose not to do it. Because what? There was a papi and my family who were the target of Frans' anger. There is your mother who will be threatened for her safety because she has the same disease as papi! And there's Sakti at stake for his career here! Then what should I do By? What???"

Sentence after sentence came out from the lips of that tall girl.

"Frans asked me to go back to him, I didn't want to because I didn't have any feelings for Frans other than fear. I just love you Alby! Just you! But I'm scared! Maybe if it's just my own safety I don't care. But what about you guys? People around me Alby! Tell me, what should I do???"

Amara's tears melted down her cheeks. My hands stretched out rubbing both of his cheeks. My heart ached hearing every word that came out of her lips. Amara was so depressed. But what am I doing? Even I accused him as if I was the most entitled to him.

Amara grabbed both of my hands that I just used rubbing her cheeks. He dyed both my hands.

"What am I supposed to do?", he asked me softly.

Without saying anything, I grabbed the girl's body. After that, I only heard a little prank from him. His shoulders were shaken because of his sobbing and crying.

"I'm sorry!", only that word came out of my mouth. My hands rubbed his back slowly. Maybe.. calm him down a little!

Is it because Amara has to be depressed and sick like this?? Whether the women who reign in his heart will always be hurt by him, intentionally or not. But the truth is like this!

This is what I'm afraid of! I'm afraid of hurting women again, including Amara. Then what should I do to free Amara from this situation? Should I release Amara for Frans even though Amara's heart is for me???

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This is how it was. hehehe.

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