
Cold sweat poured from her temple, for the first time Keyla stared at her lover's anger. The rage? Gilang usually just smile, obey whatever his wishes, easy to be persuaded, even tend to be naive even though in his work he is always serious like Leon the father.
"Hit Amel? A. I never, you know, I always worried about her, treated her like my own sister.." she said, trying to defend herself.
Gilang still smiled coldly, releasing the clutches of his hands from Keyla's cheeks.
"Gee... You said you believed me, right? About me meeting Farel, I just wanted to smooth your way into being the CEO of the Bold Company by having a friend like him, your grandfather probably would..." Keyla was speechless, the young man was still silent expressionlessly staring intently at her.
Tomy applauded, "Well, well, wow, Chihuahua really doesn't know himself. You managed to break the record as the smartest j*lang. I've met some women like you, but they know themselves, if they've been caught, bow down to apologize. Their brains aren't as smart as yours in making a series of stories." Tomy said pouring the rest of the wine in a bottle into one of the glasses, then drinking it.
"A..I'm not lying, I approached Farel to.." Keyla's words were cut off.
Brug...
His body was kicked by Gilang to fall on the floor.
"Look, baby this is just a misunderstanding..it hurts." he said grimacing, expecting compassion.
However, the young man seemed to be completely disgusted at him. Hands were stepped on, until Keyla screamed.
"How did your friends beat him? More than this, right? There were 8 men, four men and four women. And one more of your date, who groans back with you, locks herself in the room." she said with a small laugh, where she laughed at herself, who did not believe Amel's words.
Making the fat girl even more downcast, to give up leaving her.
"A... Amel likes you!! That looks obvious!! He lied to ruin our relationship. Besides, I've been to the club's all night, but I've never had a party at home" she said.
Gilang retreated about three steps, staring at Keyla full of contempt, "I'm even disgusted to breathe the same air as you..."
"Amel her.." Keyla's words stopped.
He turned his back, "House, car, everything is still in my name, even the diamond certificate is still in my hands. Gold, branded bags, and your clothes, take it!! That's alms from me. At a time like this I was grateful to obey my father's order not to put your name in a high-value asset." the young man walked a few steps.
While Keyla still bowed her eyes in tears, unable to accept the humiliation she received. If Leon had agreed to their relationship, he would have been married.
Fingers clenched, this was the fault of Leon and Amel. Gilang also had to know the truth about how rotten the two of them were.
"Wait." he said, beginning to rise.
Gilang was silent stopping his steps, holding the door, without turning his head.
"Your father disapproved of our relationship from the first time we met. You know why!?" he said but Gilang just kept listening.
"The father you're proud of, he's my Sugar Daddy. Every holiday he wears my services to satisfy his bed needs..." Keyla smiled, if it had to be destroyed at least he was not destroyed alone.
"Amel? He's just a fat man who likes you secretly. My friends and I beat him up!! Why why!? He's just an actor in the guise of a friend!! I'm your pretty girlfriend!! He's the ugly one who dares to approach you, clinging to you like a hammer. Really j*lang who is a saintly pretentious." he continued, still faithfully smiling.
"They're not good people. I know I'm not a good person either. But I'll change for you..." Keyla started to move closer.
Gilang was still at the door sighing harshly, "I think you misunderstood. I myself asked my father to look for another woman, because I could not bear to see her continuously slumped. Having a stepmother is fine, too, but you'd prefer to have a mistress who you can pay, met if you're lonely,"
"just you? No, before you there are others. But about your presence, I don't know it at all. In general, the woman who became my father's mistress would be expelled if she dared to serve other guests. Of course for some reason, my father didn't want to get a contagious disease. Hope to replace my dead mother? No one will be able to, because only my mother is sincere with him." he continued.
"Gee... Gilang?" Keyla tried to get closer.
"A concubine my father threw away, hoping to be my wife?" Gilang laughed loudly.
"But you said you loved me." said Keyla, not accepting a perfect husband-to-be as Gilang took it for granted.
"Like Farel's words, I'm sorry to trouble your life. I love the actor in the guise of a friend." he said smiling, his fingers began to push the door.
Keyla did not remain silent, had not admitted his defeat, held Gilang's feet, "Look, only I love you sincerely. That poor fat student, only smart to complain to us..."
Keyla's face was deathly pale, what would happen if Gilang knew everything. Just slap? No, his friends who were then in a semi-conscious state due to the influence of alcohol even kicked Amel's body hard. Trampling his body at Keyla's behest. With instructions to only hit the part wrapped in clothes. To not be known Gilang.
Amel, who pretended to be unconscious, was thrown into the river. However, the fat woman runs away when Keyla's friends are off guard.
Tens-fold? Maybe Gilang will kill himself if he finds out everything...
Tomy, carrying her bottle of wine, passed Keyla with a smile, "Farel ordered an expensive, rather than wasted, I'd better take it home..."
Up to a few steps, the young man stopped his steps, slightly turned around, "This is my advice, I am also the biological son of a concubine. My mother lived by selling her body, but she was self-conscious. What not to do and what a lowly woman can do. He also tried to quit, hating the work he had been forced to do, to get a bite of rice,"
"Chihuahua, I can say, you are the mistress who br*hngsek.." he sneered, walking away.
Keyla down, advice? No, not all of them were heard by him. Her fingers clenched, the third person in her relationship and Gilang was Amel.
The woman he hated the most, the vile woman who ruined his life. The actor in the guise of a friend? Envy and envy enveloped his heart.
Amel, the name he will always remember, the person he will hate the most.
***
Ready to see him? No longer, Keyla's belongings were placed in front of the gate of the private house Gilang bought. Gold jewelry, mobile phones, expensive bags. Gilang kept his promise, letting the objects belong to Keyla.
The woman was downcast, trying to contact the services of the freight forwarder, before she got a new Sugar Daddy.
Indeed a fundamental difference with Merlin, Merlin sold his body to survive. Meanwhile, Keyla sells her body to maintain life like a socialite.
Taking different paths, having different goals and satisfaction. Until, get something different in the end...
***
The white Lily flowers placed a middle-aged woman on her husband's grave. Crying out? No, the woman smiled, her pale face covered in makeup.
Began to sit on the ground, next to Damar's tomb, "I'm happy, with what I have..."
"I've seen the faces of our grandchildren.." His face was looking up at the thin light of the morning sun,"Damar, you're going to pick me up right? I'm afraid it's not you who will pick me up, my sins are too much." he said.
"Is dying painful?" he came from the hospital, checked his body. Coronary heart? This is the illness he suddenly suffers from. Perhaps because God felt his wish was over, his task would have been over.
Seeing his grandson, apologizing to his son, even had the great-grandson of his stepson who lived in Germany. Living alone with the manager and the waiter was exhausting for him.
Money, for the most part, had been donated, hoping that his sins could be understood by God. Getting heaven? That was not her hope, wanting to meet and hold her husband's fingers again....
A wrinkle? It's okay, just the only man who sincerely loves her. If God allows, in the future life Merlin wants to live at the same time as Damar.
Protect him, as Damar protects himself in this life...
"I love you, master husband.." murmured, full of smiles, as if speaking to her late husband who was by his side.
Seriate
...A lot of mistakes my little wife made. I may be able to see you from His side....
...Waiting to meet, someday. A regret? Nothing, because I still hope we will be together by His side or in the life to come......
...I love you......
Damari...