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Suspicious

Abigail immediately threw her body on the bed. After returning from Ed's cafe, he brought Chelsea back to his apartment. Time wasn't too late at the time. Abigail stared at the ceiling. He chuckles to himself remembering Tom's barrage of questions bombarding him incessantly. He could not deny, answering all questions Tom turned out to make him tired, Tom just continued to look for him with many questions related to photography. Finished explaining the one part, Tom asked the other part again until Abigail was forced to give him a short lecture.

Questions such as the difference between a wide angle lens and a macro lens, or how to set up a camera's shutter speed, or questions that lead to the habit of a photographer who always carries a lot of lenses, Abigail, who is quite an expert in the field of photography, answers these questions very easily, as easily as she explains how to make instant coffee to a child. At that moment those who listened to Abigail's explanation seemed to nod in satisfaction with the answer Abigail gave. And until the end of that short lecture, Tom and Ed agreed that being a photographer was not as easy as it sounded. It takes special techniques and adequate cameras to produce a slick photo.

Abigail took a deep breath. In his heart he was astonished, why suddenly Tom seemed interested in the world of photography. Didn't when he first met, Tom seemed ordinary when he knew his profession as a photographer? What makes Tom seem interested in learning about photography?

"You don't want to take a shower first, Abigail?" Chelsea who had just entered the room, and saw Abigail lying on her back staring at the ceiling asked. The question slashed a bit of ambiguous thought in Abigail's mind regarding Tom.

Abigail raised her head, when her eyes saw Chelsea, she moved sideways with her hands propping up her head. Abigail couldn't help but smile as Chelsea walked closer to where she was relaxing.

"Would you take a shower together?" Abigail raises her eyebrows teasing Chelsea. He still misses his girlfriend.

Chelsea smiled sweetly at Abigail's offer, trying not to show her reluctance to fulfill the offer. One side of his heart felt irony. Back when he didn't know Peter, he would have been happy to take a bath with Abigail. Spend time together in a shower flush, with the smell of rose essences emanating from the liquid soap they use. Crossed the fondling in several areas of each body, it became a fun thing at that time. But now, after everything that happened with Peter. Making that offer seems unattractive anymore. Chelsea knew there was a special feeling for Peter in her heart.

"I'm tired, you must be doing nothing in there." Chelsea are close to Abigail's position.

Abigail chuckles at Chelsea's true allegations. He stretched his body back to look at the sky of the room. He remembered something he had not told Chelsea.

While in the United States, Abigail was shocked by news of the escaped prisoner while on treatment. Ever since the news broke, Abigail seemed unconcerned. Because the location of the detainee is in one American state, it is thousands of miles from the United States. But when in one news broadcast that Abigail was looking at mentioned in detail the case that ensnared the escape, Abigail became riled up. Because he knew for sure, the escaped prisoner was Chelsea's stepfather. Albert Wilson's.

Abigail was increasingly convinced that it was Chelsea's stepfather because the reporter blatantly named Chelsea Valencia as the only victim.

After hearing the news, Abigail swiftly had several private detectives her father's acquaintance there to help the police search for Albert Wilson. But until the last day he was in America, the detectives have not given good news related to Albert Wilson.

Abigail turned her head to Chelsea, who looked to be closing her eyes. In his heart there is a fear to convey what is becoming a furore in the country across there. He was not ready to see Chelsea come back scared and traumatized again.

Hasn't it been enough of his suffering all this time? The injury is not enough, Abigail does not want to make Chelsea feel threatened because Albert Wilson has not been found.

"What's wrong? What are you thinking?" Chelsea feel awkward over Abigail's residence.

"No. I just feel tired." Abigail looked at Chelsea. "You certainly saw earlier how Tom kept asking like a person thirsty for information" Abigail lamented. He moved to get up from his position. Chelsea just silent does not respond to the words of his lover.

"You haven't told me what happened in America? How's the charity event?" abigail asked curiously.

"Go take a shower and rest first. I'll tell you tomorrow." Chelsea closed her eyes with her arms. He was indeed very tired all day and was reluctant to talk about anything else, he just wanted to unwind.

"alright. I'll take a shower first." Abigail said before she stepped into the bathroom. Let Chelsea busy themselves considering the events of the last few days.

***

"All the exhibition needs have you prepared?" Abigail looked at Ayu, her assistant who was accompanying her in her photo studio to do a peek at the photos that would be displayed at the exhibition.

Before returning to America, Abigail did assign Ayu to prepare all the exhibits and report all the developments to Abigail.

"Already Abi." Ayu reply straightforwardly.

"Abi?" Abigail felt foreign to that word. He looked in wonder at Ayu in front of him.

"Sorry.. You told me to call you Abigail, didn't you?" Ayu looked anxiously at her superior. "Abigail is too long to be called. So I took the initiative to call you Abi, how is it?" Ayu explained anxiously. He had already prepared his heart if Abigail did not receive the call he had given her.

"Pig.." Abigail seemed to be weighing. "All right, it's up to you." Abigail broke up in the end.

His gaze returned on the few sheets of paper that Ayu had given him. He turned the paper back while nodding his head. His eyes combed through the words that were there, trying to understand the series of developments in the preparation of the exhibition with a myriad of equipment that he had to prepare.

This is the second time he held a photography exhibition in Bali, and in this photo exhibition he involved several foreign and local photographers who wanted to participate in showing the results of his shots. Pluralism is the theme that Abigail has set out this time. Given the condition of Bali as a tourist city with strong inherent cultural elements, but able to be one of the places where all cultural differences, such as, customs and languages come together to create harmony in togetherness as God's creatures on earth.

"Have you seen the exhibition location?" Abigail closed the sheet of paper then looked back at her assistant.

"I ended up there, two days ago. Everything looks okay." Ayu reported the readiness of the exhibition venue in Nusa Dua.

Abigail immediately returned the pile of paper in her hand to Ayu. He looked around looking at some of Ayu's work that seemed to be neat.

"Thank you Abi." Ayu was happy to receive the compliment.

"What time will the meeting begin?" Abigail asked as she walked into her study. Followed by Ayu who seemed a little busy tidying up the sheets of paper that he hugged since earlier. Abigail saw. Quickly grab the papers and carry them in your hand.

"Let me help" he said as Ayu appeared to refuse his hand.

"At 11. Several other photographers were already in the meeting room." Ayu replied.

"alright. Call me when everything is ready. I'll take care of a few things first." Abigail stopped in front of her study door. He returned the bundle of paper he held to Ayu, before he turned around and entered his study.

***

"Stop forcing me, Peter!" Chelsea can no longer hold back their emotions for Peter.

He is currently in La Plancha. And Peter came in the middle of his busy making tattoos of some visitors. Peter actually asked back about Chelsea's feelings for him, he went to Chelsea to the tattoo room when it was felt that no more visitors would turn Chelsea's attention to him. Chelsea seemed to be avoiding Peter, busy tidying up some tattoo equipment that he used up.

"You have to be honest with Chelsea. Be true to your own heart." Peter scuttle Chelsea to walk away from him.

"I've been telling you the truth, I DON'T HAVE ANY FEELINGS FOR YOU, PETER!" Chelsea stressed every word that Peter gave up on pursuing him.

He had to make Peter give up and stop approaching him. He did not want to betray Abigail with the feelings that arose towards this man he had just met up close.

How could Abigail be replaced by Peter so soon?

"You lied!" Peter grinned lazily. He let Chelsea walk past him. His eyes followed where the girl was walking.

Chelsea breathed heavily. There was something that stuck up and made him careless with the things he knew were in his heart. Chelsea don't want this to shake itself again. He must decide to turn off what is trying to grow in his heart. At a time like this, he was very depressed by Peter's presence. He must continue to deny and cover his true heart with falsehood.

Peter's statement continued to bother him. Even last night when Abigail wanted to have sex with him, after a long time apart. Chelsea tried hard to convince him that his physical condition was not good to accept Abigail's invitation. Fortunately, Abigail understood that. And let Chelsea rest.

"Are you not tired of covering up your feelings, Chelsea" Peter approached Chelsea again.

"I'm tired, Peter. If you knew that." he murmured inwardly.

Chelsea turned around, looking at Peter with a defiant look.

"Then what about you? Aren't you tired of asking me something you already know the answer to." said Chelsea ketus and turned back to Peter. He did not want Peter to realize his lie.

Without answering Chelsea's words, Peter moved to hug the woman from behind. He knew, perhaps because his status as Abigail's lover caused Chelsea to be reluctant to confess her feelings.

"I beg you to be honest with your heart Chelsea. I know you feel the same way as me. Your body says it's all Chelsea." Peter whispered in Chelsea's ear.

Chelsea was closed in on the tight embrace that Peter had put on her. And re-opened his eyes when the man turned his body to face him head-on. They looked at each other for a moment. Peter placed both his hands on the left and right sides of Chelsea's cheeks. His head lowered to the lips of Chelsea who looked tantalizing. And kissed the woman strongly. In Peter's mind, there was nothing more important than looking for answers to Chelsea's reaction.

Chelsea are back with a nervous feeling. Both of his hands were ready to push Peter away from him. But his heart instead asked Chelsea to return the wild kiss. His eyes are foggy because it is blocked by a tear that is ready to plunge freely wet his cheeks. His heart could not resist Peter, but it was even more powerless to betray Abigail. Chelsea feel he is in the middle of a bridge. He was confused to decide which way to go. Abigail was so patient and kind to Chelsea, or Peter was the new man who came and drew her to her full feeling as a woman. Chelsea know for sure, every choice will always end with the consequences that he must accept.

What will Chelsea choose? To disavow or to be frank in his heart.

Peter felt a salty sensation from Chelsea's tears that he accidentally felt as his lips continued to grip Chelsea's lips. His eyes were closed, open and surprised by the rubble present in both eyes of the woman. He let go of his kisses, peeping into Chelsea's wet eyes before drowning Chelsea in his arms.

"Sorry baby. I'm sorry." whispered softly.

Chelsea are silent. Trying to catch his breath again while feeling the warmth of Peter's embrace. Peter rubbed Chelsea's back slowly. The long embrace lasted. Neither Peter nor Chelsea wanted to end that embrace. They are immersed in the magical nuances that surround themselves. Peter felt calm hugging the woman, and he believed Chelsea also felt the same way.

The two humans were immersed in each other's feelings, without them both realizing that a pair of eyes had witnessed the tight embrace they were both doing. A pair of staring eyes full of shock, full of questions, and full of suspicion.

***