My Fiancee's Spirit Substitute

Taking the Precious

“What is the reason you accuse me if I killed Zain? Is it because of this jacket? Is it because of my body? That's all?” asked Zaki, Kia was silent to hear it.

For a moment they were silent without doing anything. Zaki looked at him deeply, not believing that Kia had accused him of doing something he did not do.

“Kia, as long as you know yes .. in this world there are so many people who wear kayak gini jackets. In this world there are also many factories that produce jackets like this model. Speaking of body posture, it's just me who has this posture, huh? If you clearly see my face on CCTV that you see, you can maki me as much as lo!” zaki said, making Kia feel a little guilty in front of him.

It was true what Zaki said, Kia also felt unsure of the accusation. But even so, that does not mean Kia just believes what Zaki said.

Zaki looked around again to see the situation, worried that someone would know them and hear their conversation.

After seeing the situation around, Zaki immediately looked at his watch. He looked at the clock that was showing at 09:00 in the morning. That's a sign the lesson hours have begun.

It made her confused and worried.

Zaki looked towards Kia, “If you still want to debate about this, mending not now, deh! My lesson hours have begun,” he said, who then left Kia without further ado.

Looking at Zaki who was leaving from before him, Kia also felt a little guilty with him. However, it does not rule out the possibility of him to still accuse Zaki. He sees Zaki's jacket and posture, which is similar to the man who killed Zain at the time, and he believes it.

Kia looked down confused, “His time isn't he the one who killed Zain? Why exactly does it look like? Why can't I be different?” he murmured, feeling that something was wrong with the circumstances that occurred.

***

After yesterday's staycation, today Zifa did not enter the campus. He felt unwell and his body felt weak.

This afternoon, Zifa was still spoiled on her bed. His body was not careless, because of the events of that night that made him feel like he was today.

That night when he finished talking and drinking coffee made by Fikar, warmth suddenly appeared between them. They do this, because they are both lulled by what they do.

Indeed, their heart's intention is not to do that, but all because of the incitement and temptation of Satan, so that they do things that are beyond what they originally wanted to do.

After finishing doing intimate scenes together, Ziva woke up from a deep sleep in the morning, and was surprised to see the figure of Fikar who was sleeping soundly next to him, bare-chested and wearing only one blanket with him.

His eyes dodged, how shocked he was when he saw Fikar who was currently in front of him.

“Oh my God! No way!” muttered Zifa, looking pusher at Fikar who was next to him.

His head felt heavy, because when he opened his eyes, he immediately forced to get up and sit on a hotel bed. His gaze was now black and he had to duck for a moment to relieve the pain in his head.

“Revealed all of that was true! I'm the same Fikar already ..” Zifa could no longer continue her words. He could only cover his mouth with both palms, not believing what had happened.

Zifa was just crying, because she was confused about what to do. He only curled up in fear, as his current future might have been on the verge of collapse.

‘How is this? What am I supposed to do? Why is everything so messy like this?’ inner Zifa, still in a state of cowering lamented her fate.

Disturbed by Zifa's sobs, Fikar wakes up from his sleep. When he opened his eyes, he found Zifa who was crying and curled up on her bed.

After a moment of silence, Fikar wakes up to find out what Zifa is feeling.

“Darling, why are you crying? What's up?” asked Fikar asked gently.

Noticing Fikar who had woken up from his sleep, Zifa also stared at Fikar cynically.

“Why did you sell it all last night? You ‘kan promised, will not want to do anything that exceeds the limit! Now that everything has happened, how do you go about turning everything the way it was?” zifa asked sarcastically, making Fikar aware of what he did last night to Zifa.

Fikar also glared and rubbed his face rough. He was puzzled by what he had to explain to Zifa.

“Ya pardon .. why does this all have to happen?” murmured Fikar who felt guilty about what he did to Zifa.

But of course this is not the fault of Fikar entirely. Zifa was out of control that night, so she let Fikar take all of her precious possessions. Zifa seemed unconscious, because she was too drunk.

Fikar grabbed Zifa's hand and grasped it tightly. “Sorry to me, Honey. Last night we were both drunk. Not just me, you wanted last night. I can't control myself, and you can't control yourself. You can't stop me,” he said making Zifa even more annoyed and cynical looking at him.

“So you mean now, are you beating me up? Yes, right?” zifa asked, getting cynical.

Fikar shook his head, as it was not his heart's intention to blame Zifa this time.

“No, I don't blame you, honey. But it was last night that we both wanted it. Because you were quiet last night, so I thought it was a sign of agreeing with you, to do all this. Even if you refused last night, I wouldn't do it,” Fikar said explaining the situation.

Zifa pondered, it might indeed be true what Fikar said. This was not Fikar's fault entirely, but his own. He felt stupid for letting Fikar do such a thing to him.

At the moment Zifa was completely confused and did not know what else to do. All his dreams may be ruined, just because of this problem. He may lose his future sooner or later. However, he did not want to be too quick to lose his future.

SERIATE....