Love for Young Miss

Episode 9 Don't leave me

As now Zigar is laying on his bed looking at a picture of himself and his ex-lover who looks so friendly.

His eyes were glazed with glass considering the events of half a year ago where he was forced to leave the girl he loved so much.

His memory suddenly rotates like a film that is spinning, a series of events after events are clearly illustrated in his memory.

BRAAAKK!!.

The sound of Zigar's desk buzzing was so clear that it was heard when Mr. Kemal kicked him down so strongly that several piles of paper that were there flew.

"What the hell is this Zigar!". Excited Mr. Kemal Bachtiar who is none other than Zigar's real father, Mr. Kemal threw some photos of Zigar with a beautiful girl and a brown envelope containing all the information about the girl.

"What's pa?". Zigar who was busy working was surprised by the attitude of his father.

"You were in touch with that lowly girl and you still said what was going on?!". Excited master kemal.

"Papa's heart is talking, she's not a lowly girl she's a good good girl". Zigar's jaws tightened, his eyebrows sharpened, the eyes of hatred drawing out the papa.

"Cihh, she's a poor girl why are you dating her?, she's not on the same level as our family. He's only after our treasure so leave that girl right now!".

Yes, his father has known his relationship with Dinda Kusuma, a beautiful orphan girl who grew up in an orphanage, a girl from the lower middle class, a girl who only works as a news finder at a private television station in Singapore.

Zigar had been in a relationship with the girl for 4 years, during that time he also never told about their relationship to his family because his family always gave distance and built a very high fortress to limit them with people of the lower class.

Zigar was so gasp at the words of Mr. Kemal who only judged his lover in terms of material things and he concluded that the girl was a lowly girl just because she was born not from a conglomerate family like his family.

Zigar already knew that his family was most anti-relations with people from the lower class, people whose economy is low therefore he prefers to hide his relationship with Dinda from his family but he only found out that besides that his family also assesses the honor of someone from the material they have. What a pity, what kind of thought is that!.

"I didn't expect that papa would only judge one's honor in material terms!. Papa knows he's more honorable than papa!". Zigar exclaimed with a tone full of annoyance.

THE PLAAKK..!!

Mr. Kemal slapped Zigar's cheek until the man's face turned away.

"Shut your mouth!, if you still don't want to leave the girl, papa will cross you off the Bachtiar family list and you won't receive a penny of treasure and money from papa!".

"I don't need any of that, if you want to do that, just do it, but don't ask me to leave Dinda". Zigar is full of emphasis.

"Look, papa will make him leave you!". Mr. Kemal smiled slanted and left Zigar's study.

Zigar incubated in annoyance, kicking the powerful air strongly to vent his frustration.

One week later after the incident Dinda severed their relationship unilaterally because their social status was different, not long after that Zigar got news from relatives of Dinda that his lover had died by suicide.

Zigar was devastated that time, every night he would cry over the departure of his lover even more when he knew the cause of Dinda suicide just because he did not want to make the relationship between Zigar and his family worse.

Very sad conditions at that time, Zigar like there is no spirit of life anymore, even he had the thought to come to end his life.

His life was meaningless, the girl he loved so much had not left him for so long, the one for whom he smiled, a person who is the spirit of his life is really gone and will never come back.

One month after the death of Dinda Zigar decided to leave her family, the person who caused her departure, leaving behind all the luxuries she had, comfort, honor, and honor, his position as President Director of Bachtiar Corporation even his identity was left behind.

Zigar decided to go to Indonesia, his homeland, he left with nothing, only carrying his body and clothes attached to his body, Zigar wanted to prove to his family that he could live without a penny from his family.

Zigar sold the luxury watch he wore at the time, the watch costing almost 3 billion was only sold 500 million with the money that he bought a plane ticket to fly to Indonesia, and that money is also what he used to buy a used ninja motorcycle, pay the boarding fee and fulfill his life needs when he was unemployed.

Ah already, if remembering the incident really makes his chest tight, his heart hurt like slashed sepat sembilu.

Zigar got out of bed and walked into the wardrobe to pick up a bottle of alcohol that he had hidden there.

I don't know when in a down condition like now drink that can be a friend to take off all the heartache that stifles his chest, momentarily forget the sadness that leaves a gaping wound in his heart.

Zigar took a sip of the alcoholic beverage straight from the bottle, dissatisfied with one bottle he again took and gulped down the second bottle.

Until he started raving he dropped his body on the bed.

"Darling why you could leave me like this". His tears flooded his cheeks, he wept bitterly lamenting the sorrow that so suffocated his chest.

"I love you so much Din, I miss you so much, I want to meet you Dinda". Her tears flowed so hard.

After a while, he felt his throat ache, it seemed like he needed water. With great difficulty he walked towards the kitchen to fetch a glass of water.

In another place where Fira felt the same way, he woke up from his sleep feeling his throat dry to make his throat itchy, Fira was about to drink puti water, and then he started drinking water, Fira grabbed a clear glass on the nightstand but damn the glass was empty.

Inevitably Fira had to go down to fetch water in the kitchen, Fira blinked her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room, Fira stared at the wall clock that was right in front of her.

"At 12pm?, Ah it's still 12 I think it's morning". He muttered as he flicked the thick, light blue blanket, set his feet on the floor and then with heavy steps he walked out of the room towards the kitchen.

A moment after he had reached the kitchen he jumped in shock when his manic equally vaguely caught a man sitting in a mini bar with his head on the mini bar table, which was on the mini bar table, there was a glass of water next to the man.

Fearfully, Fira tries to turn on the kitchen lights that are turned off every night by the servants before they rest in their rooms.

Zigar raised his head that had been stuck on the mini bar table when the kitchen lights suddenly lit up, he blinked his eyes that had started to blur.

"Egar?, why are you here?". Fira approached Zigar.

Zigar was silent, he looked at Fira with an unusual look.

"Are you drunk?". Fira shook her hands in front of her sense of smell as the smell of alcohol burst into her.

Zigar remained silent.

"Honey you're here, you're back?". Racau Zigar looked at Fira lovingly.

Fira was about to turn around and run away leaving Zigar there, damn it! Fira was quickly defeated by Zigar, the man had already stood up and grabbed Fira's hand, hugging Fira's body so tightly as he said.

"Darling don't leave me again, please. I love you so much, I want to come with you". Racau Zigar hugged Fira tightly.

Zigar's body trembled with his cry, yes he cried again.

"He's crying?". Fira muttered in his heart.

Fira said nothing, his voice stuck in his throat he really gasped at Zigar while talking.

Zigar took off their embrace and wiped his tears quickly.

"Fucking water where is this". He said while removing his wet cheeks.

"I'm not crying baby, I'm not sad I just want you to come back to me". He said again his eyes that began to look glass again was fixed on Fira's face with sadness.

Fira remained silent, unable to say anything.

A moment later, Zigar pushed slowly on Fira's body until the girl's body was squeezed between the mini bar table and Zigar's sturdy body, the man advancing his face to remove the distance between the two, zigar's lips began to stick to Fira's lips, the man began to m* her information gently, the man's tongue peeling in open Fira's mouth and m*geksplor as typed Fira's mouth, to c*the uman was turned into a passionate p*uman p*nas.

Fira strongly pushed Zigar's body but the sturdy body was unmoved, the man actually tightened his hand that was circular at Fira's waist, the other hand holding the nape of the girl's neck.

Zigar took off the lip link between them, his breath hunting irregularly, he stuck his forehead with Fira's forehead.

"I'm sorry baby, it's because I miss you so much". His speech.

Fira rebelled again and this time the girl managed to escape from Zigar's arms, Fira immediately ran towards her room.

While Zigar was still standing, he faintly saw that the girl was not Dinda, his long-lost lover, though clearly he had seen Dinda but why he had arrived he saw the girl who had just run was not Dinda.

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