Love Wrong Target

Chapter 75 A Revenge

The woman smiled cunningly, imagining what evil thing she would do to avenge her heartache to the two happy-looking people.

He's Erin, the one who sabotaged Alvan's photo. Which makes the marriage of lovers who love each other must run aground in the middle of the road. And that makes Namira have to live a complicated life like this.

Still remembered by him, a bad event a few months ago. When he had to be in a cold and gripping holding cell. A place he never imagined he would live before.

He had to crouch in that place because of a man who had once drawn his heart. But all those feelings have now turned into a burning sense of vengeance. Because that's the man who put him in prison.

Fortunately, he was helped by his wealthy uncle. So he can be free by using a certain amount of money as his guarantee.

Moreover, the case that befell him is not classified as a severe criminal case, such as murder or persecution. He was only charged with fraud and defamation. So it was not difficult for him to break free from that creepy place with the help of his uncle.

Now he's here. Waiting for the right time to launch the action. He had carefully planned out what evil plan he would do since he was in a holding cell.

And he was determined to do it with a neat game so that everything went as smoothly as he wanted.

He still looked at Alvan and Namira who were enjoying the meal with the insults he said in his heart.

*You had fun after you threw me into that rotten place..

Do you think I accepted what you did first?!

Make no mistake, Alvan! I am not a weak woman who easily gives up on circumstances..

I promise I'll make you sorry for dealing with me..*

The woman stepped away, got into her parked car not far from the place. He must play beautiful and elegant so that his plan runs smoothly without obstacles.

Because if you are less careful, then the fate has been made sure it will be the same again as before, namely languishing in a holding cell. And of course he does not want it to happen again.

"Where is Namira's porridge?" Alvan opens his voice just to make small talk. According to him, it feels incomplete if you eat together without chatting. Like there's something lacking.

"His son, I haven't eaten gini chicken porridge in a long time!" reply Namira enthusiastically afterwards put the last mouthful of porridge into his mouth.

"You want to go again? I'll take one more serving huh!?" bargain Alvan.

"Eh. No need Alvan. I am so full of this!" reject Namira.

"Didn't it look like you were too tired!?" alvan said with a faint smile.

"He. he.. Yeah anyway. But now I'm full of dong!" reply Namira while holding back the shame.

After eating, Namira felt like something was lacking. And apparently from earlier they forgot to order drinks because they were too focused on the food they ate.

"But I'll drink first, what do you want to drink Namira?" Alvan moved from his seat intending to order drinks for Namira as well as for himself.

"Just a grapefruit!" ceplos Namira's. For some reason he suddenly wanted that refreshing drink.

"Oh . okay. wait a minute!" alvan said then walked to the various juice outlets adjacent to this porridge outlet.

While she was with him, Namira was very happy. Even his heart seemed to be surrounded by a million butterflies dancing in it. I don't know why this time it felt different.

It was as if he did not feel a burning sensation in his heart. And even more strangely, Namira instead thought about Rafka when he was with the man.

*What happened to my heart? why do I miss him? I miss someone who wants to be separated from me..

Missing someone who doesn't think I'm important in her life..

I hate this feeling. Why did this feeling have to be there when I was no longer with her?!

Why is this feeling there when we will soon be separated..*

Namira slapped her head. He does not understand his own feelings. He was too naive to admit it all.

Namira did not know since when the feeling came and controlled his heart. All he knows is that his heart is now empty without a man named Rafka. These few months have accompanied his days.

Moments later, Alvan came up with two glasses of juice for them to drink together. One was orange juice as Namira requested, and the other was apple juice for her.

"It's in Namira's drink first. Sorry about the forgetfulness of the drink!" said Alvan while putting a glass of orange juice in front of Namira.

"No pa-pa Alvan, thank you!"

Seeing the orange juice in front of him, Namira did not drink it immediately, but instead looked at the orange juice. He recalled his past while still with Rafka. The man had once praised the artificial juice is delicious, but what he made was just ordinary juice.

"Why don't you drink Namira?" asked Alvan who made Namira a little surprised because it was too busy daydreaming.

"Oh, uh, yes Rafka" Namira said spontaneously, he did not realize that he had misnamed the man in front of him.

"Did you say Namira?" asked Alvan with a face expression like he did not accept.

"What's? what did I say?" instead of answering clearly, Namira asked Alvan a question.

"You were wrong to call my name, Namira. You called me by the name of Rafka" disappointment was evident from Alvan's eyes when he said that line.

"Oh yeah? sorry Alvan, I didn't realize that I mispronounced the name" Namira said.

*What's wrong with you Namira? why do you even mention her name when you're with me?

Have your feelings changed?

I can't see the loving eyes you're looking at for me..

No, Namira can't be like that. He only loved me from then until now. And it will continue to be..

Yeah, it's just my feeling. He is just my name. And no one can take it from me..*

Alvan tried to deny his feelings. He denied his little conscience. He prefers to trust his own mind, as if everything is still the same as before.