High School Girl Casanova

CHAPTER 20

Since then, every time Andika went home from school always approached Silvi. He was waiting for her in front of the school. But Silvi has always been indifferent, she prefers to go home with Dion or his father.

Andika does not give up, she always comes to meet Silvi with food, chocolate, dolls, or flowers. But it all ends up the same in the trash.

"Sil, give me one more chance. I'm gonna fix everything. I also want to take responsibility for everything I've done to you." Andika presented a beautiful bouquet of roses in front of Silvi.

Silvi did receive the flower but then she threw it in the trash can.

"Sil, my mistake is big and may not be worth your forgiveness. But I'm not giving up. I still can't let you go and one more thing, you're still my wife. I haven't divorced you." Andika holds Silvi's hand as Silvi is about to step inside the house.

"I don't care!" Silvi stared intently at Andika with her nanar eyes. "Sir Dika regretted? It's too late that things won't go back to how they were. The broken glass will not be able to unite anymore."

"Yes, I understand. Sil, I really feel like I lost you."

"Lost what? Losing someone who could satisfy Mr. Dika! Find another woman! There's still a lot out there." Silvi forcibly pulled out her hand.

"Sil, I love you." Andika increasingly pulled Silvi's body and would embrace her.

Plaque!

Silvi slapped Andika's cheek hard to make Andika let go of her hand. "Don't touch me again!"

Andika just fell silent. He deserved that slap. "Slap me as much as you want."

Plaque!

Silvi slapped Andika again. "For all the rough treatment Mr. Dika has been to me. Mr. Dika is just looking for satisfaction without knowing how sick my body and soul are."

Plaque!

"For all of Mr. Dika's harsh words and treatment to Dad!"

Plaque!

"For..." This time Silvi began to shed her tears. "The blood of Mr. Dika's flesh that ended up in Mr. Dika's own hands!" After that Silvi turned her body and went into her house. He closed the door hard.

The heat and pain of Silvi's slap were not comparable to her heart incision when she heard Silvi's last sentence. He sat down limply on the porch of Silvi's house and looked up at the cloudy sky that afternoon.

Yes, you are right. I am a murderer who kills my own flesh and blood. With this hand I push you rough. I shouldn't have to be that rough.

He rubbed his disheveled face. That regret continues to haunt him

I can't turn back time and turn things around like everyone. I can only fix it. Silvi, I will try to take your heart. Even if you try to close the door of your heart, I don't care. I'll keep trying.

Long enough Andika sat pensively on the porch of Silvi's house. Finally he stood up as the rain started to fall, he got into his car and moments later Andika's car started to drive away from Silvi's house.

Silvi was also sitting behind the door, occasionally she saw Andika who was still pensive in front of her house. After hearing the sound of Andika's car roar away, she opened the door again and walked to the terrace of her house. He took back the flower he threw away.

He lifted her from the wet rain and brought her into the house. He put the bouquet of flowers on his desk.

He looked at the things he always threw away in the trash then he took them back after Andika left.

"I'm a fool, already picking up the stuff I've thrown in the trash."

To be honest, every night he always dreamed of Andika, even though he hated her so much.

"I don't know why I feel this way. I really hate Mr. Dika, but..."

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Andika was standing by the window of her apartment room. Look at the rain falling down.

He caught himself feeling the coldness striking his body.

"Silvi, should I let you go..."

Andika took a long breath. He now climbed onto his bed and pulled his blanket as the coldness increasingly invaded his body.

"It's cold." He had already turned off the AC but his body was shivering even more. His head was also very dizzy.

He could only close his eyes while feeling the merriment in his body.

His phone vibrated several times but none of them raised Andika. His body was too weak to wake up from his sleep.

Until the morning came, someone opened the door to his apartment.

Andika only faintly heard it. She knew it was her parents, because no one had access cards for her apartment other than her parents.

"When," Bu Nayla immediately sat down near Andika and touched Andika's forehead. "You're so hot. Since when are you sick? Last night Mama's feeling really bad, Mama called you also did not lift. It's true, you're sick."

"Mama." Andika slightly opened her eyes. His face was very pale, his lips were also dry.

"Mama told you, go home. If you're here alone, keep getting sick like this who's gonna take care of you."

Andika just nodded her head.

"For a while Mama's got a warm drink and then Mama's compresses." Ms. Nayla stood up and took a glass of warm water and a basin of water to compress Andika.

He helped Andika drink, after having finished one glass, he compressed Andika's forehead.

"Mama called the doctor to check on you. Mama also ordered porridge for you."

"Where is Ma?" asked Andika with her weak voice.

"Papa to the office. That's why Mama came straight here because she heard from Papa if you don't go to the office. It's true you're sick." Nayla brushed her son's hair. Although her son is now 25 years old, but when sick like this she will definitely treat Andika like she was a child.

"When, you still think about Silvi? Mama knows very well how you are, you must immediately get sick if you think too much about something."

Andika just fell silent. She grabbed his mother's arm and hugged him.

"Andika, you should never play with women's feelings. A woman was to be guarded, not to be corrupted."

Andika's chest felt increasingly tight as if squeezed into something...

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Regret always comes too late, if at the beginning of the name registration.

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