My Fiancee's Spirit Substitute

Chapter > 80

“Don't delay too long to solve the problem. It won't be good in the future. Do not run away from problems, which are problems will become more complicated. If you run and do not face it directly,” said Fikar with all the realistic knowledge as a man.

On the contrary, the dominant Zifa wears feelings, she does not. He just kept silent while staring deeply and sharply at Fikar. I don't know what other words he has to say, to refute the words of Fikar.

“I don't want to give you the answer right now! But aren't we done? I don't want to be with you anymore! You've heard it, haven't you?” zifa's question made Fikar annoyed to hear it.

Fikar glared, “No! I don't agree with that! I don't want to lose the one I love so much! I don't want to lose the woman who accompanied me. Several years with you, taught me about the meaning of comfort, the perfection of love ...” Fikar instead sang a verse piece from Rizky Febian entitled perfection of love.

Syifa looked at him flatly, because she did not expect, Fikar would sing a song with his mediocre voice. Not too good and not too bad either, but still acceptable.

“Udah, no need to sing! The sound too! Why do you sing too? I will not fall, even if you sing in front of me! Even if you bring Rizky Febian here, I won't miss you! I made a choice, we're done here. I don't want to beat around in front of you. I also don't want to repeat everything I just said. We're done!” zifa said, making Fikar still unable to accept it.

At the moment Zifa is likened to a bowl. The bowl of Zifa was still closed, so no matter how much Fikar poured water into it, it still would not be able to make the bowl full. Because his position was still reversed, and could not accept anything Fikar said anymore.

“You really don't want to be with me anymore, Zifa?” asked Fikar, who suddenly mellowed to hear Zifa say all that in front of him.

Zifa looked at him firmly, “Yes, I will not accept you anymore. I don't want to be with you anymore!” he said, making Fikar sigh long.

‘As powerful as I go after him, he will never chase me back. I feel confused, with what I have to do in front of him,’ Inner Fikar, making him feel very confused at the moment.

Eventually, Fikar decided to end his fight against Zifa. He felt he had to finish, and accepted all the defeats that had happened to his side.

Fikar lowered his head, “Alright, if that's what you want, I will definitely take it well,” he said, making Zifa surprised to hear it.

It was not usual for Fikar to accept his defeat like that. Even Zifa understood very well, that Fikar would never do it. As a CEO, Fikar will always get what he wants.

‘He's not like he used to be. Why is he more pessimistic now?’ inner Zifa, felt strange about what Fikar was doing.

Not strange, what Fikar does is actually true. Although Fikar was not accustomed to such pessimistic actions, he could not bear it if Zifa constantly refused him. Fikar felt that Zifa always rejected him and made him lose his pride as a man.

Fikar let out a long breath. “Alright, let me take you home. Think of this as our last meeting,” he said, making Zifa look at him cynically.

“Lho, how do you say that, anyway?” asked Zifa, in a tone that was like not accepting what Fikar said.

“Ya ... How else? You asked,” said Fikar, who immediately prepared to deliver Zifa back home.

After that, there was nothing more they said. They were silent all the way, and said nothing. Although Zifa was happy because he had managed to get rid of Fikar, but he could not accept all of it if Fikar wanted it.

‘Why did he say that, anyway? Why is it like this is all my fault? As if everything I asked for!’ inner Zifa, was very upset to hear Fikar's words.

Meanwhile, Zaki was still looking and watching them through the window. He looked at those who had left, with a slight sense of calm.

Zaki let out a long breath. “At least Zifa did not go home alone,” muttered, feeling very happy to see those who are currently home together.

Feeling that they had finished their problem, Zaki threw himself on his bed. The problems of Zifa and Fikar, making him unable to rest properly. He stretched his stiff muscles, on a comfortable sleeping bed.

“Ah ... sleeping here turned out to be comfortable as well,” murmured Zaki, feeling very happy with Zain's house which is still comfortable, even though it has not been cared for by Zain for a long time.

Zaki suddenly thought about Kia. He was amazed by the circumstances, which made Kia to have to accuse him of doing things that he did not do at all.

“Why did Kia accuse me of being the one who killed Zain, huh? Why does he think so?” muttered Zaki, who was still inexhaustible with what Kia had accused him of.

His body felt very itchy and sticky, making him realize if he had not bathed at all. After arriving home, Zaki immediately talked to Fikar about the problems that occurred between him and Zifa. It makes Zaki can not do anything, even to lay down alone can not.

Zaki got up from his bed. “Ah, yes already. Instead of thinking about other people's problems, I better take a shower first. Udah gatel body,” murmured, which then immediately walked towards the bathroom.

His phone suddenly rang, making Zaki's steps stop because of it. He was astonished and looked at the screen of the phone, with who contacted him at that time.

How surprised he was, when he saw the name printed on the screen of his cellphone. There was the name of Kia, making him confused what else to behave at this time.

“Lho, Kia called? How's it?” murmured Zaki, worried about knowing.

Feeling worried, Zaki finally receives a call from Kia.

“Halo, Kia?” greet Zaki.

They were silent for a moment, before Kia finally answered Zaki's greeting.

“Halo, Zaki.” Kia greeted Zaki back with a strange voice, making Zaki feel even more strange about this state of affairs.

‘What's up, huh? Why did Kia call me?’ inner Zaki, confused by what Kia will tell him.