It's not my fault for taking your wife
BSMI 113
“Fred, you take care of him.” Allan looked at Ayra coldly without expression.
“Good Doctor.”
Allan stood up from his seat and was about to step up, but Ayra pulled her wrist, staring with compassion as if asking for pity, but Allan did not flinch at all.
He took Ayra's hand off and left without a word. While the woman could only stare at Allan's back which slowly disappeared behind the door.
Freddie shifts the map in front of Ayra.
“Bu Ayra, this is an agreement that must be signed by Mother, as a condition for Doctor Allan to help Mother to get out of prison.”
Ayra just stared at the white paper without intending to sign, so Freddie took a deep breath. He again tried to convince.
“I think it's better for Mom to sign and everything will be in order. Doctor Allan will help all problems Bu Ayra.”
Taking a deep breath, Ayra grabbed the pen and put the signature there resignedly. There's no other way. Prison is not a pleasant place for someone who is used to living a glamorous life like Ayra. Being there was like hell to him.
Freddie stared with a satisfied smile after getting Ayra's autograph. Today he will take care of everything, so that Ayra can be immediately free from all lawsuits.
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Everyone has the right to choose to live their life in their own way. Allan started a new life happily with Giany, and Desta with Aluna. Perhaps so is Ayra, who also has the right to start a new life.
After undergoing legal proceedings, Ayra was declared parole today. A day of rest in the apartment to reflect. He spent the night having fun with his friends. Trying to forget all the problems that come.
Due to a fire at a restaurant and being caught using illegal drugs, he lost several employment contracts with several companies. Even Ayra is no longer a brand ambassador of a famous cosmetic company. His career is on the verge of collapse.
The night is getting late, but the party is not over. Ayra sat contemplating with a drink glass in her hand. "I'm broken now. I lost it all."
Ayra came home with staggering steps. A woman who became a house assistant brought him into the room to rest. Ayra looked frustrated. He cried and cried in solitude. However, all that was not enough for him to forget all the problems of his life, so the drugs became the only escape.
“Halo, Doctor Allan ... Bu Ayra ..” he said staggered with tears. "Bu Ayra is drunk again and wears Shabu ..."
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That morning Ayra sat at the dinner table with a limp body left drunk last night. Yanie placed a glass of milk that had been mixed with honey in front of Ayra. “Drink first, Mom. Let's not limp.”
“Yanie, who drove me home last night?”
“Mommy delivered overnight with Sister Rieta,” she replied.
“Oh ..” He sipped milk mixed with honey made by Yanie, then glanced at the corner of the room. There were two suitcases there. “That suitcase why is it there?”
“Oh, the ... Anu, Bu ..” He scratched his nape. I don't know what to answer to Ayra.
“Don't tell me you want to stop working and leave me!”
Both of Yanie's eyeballs were bathed in clear liquid. Even though he tried to hold it. Although Ayra is not a person who can be judged well, but she treats Yanie very well when with him. “Bu-not mine, Bu ..”
“Then whose suitcase is it?”
Yanie had not yet answered, the bell rang. Yanie wiped her tears, then moved towards the door. There was Freddie Mercury there with his friendly smile. Behind his back were Joko and Amir.
“Aready?”
“Already, Sir. Wait a minute, I call Bu Ayra first.”
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