Pursuing My Love of Hands

Amateur Stalker

After exiting the cake shop, Byan got into his car, stared at by the watch on his wrist which had shown at ten p.m. After about to start the car engine, suddenly something stuck in his heart to make Byan undo his intention to go home.

"It's this late, why hasn't Mara come home yet?" Byan's feeling of worry about Mara suddenly appeared, he stared at the store and Mara's car that was still parked.

"Am I just waiting for him?" muttered Byan again in the heart.

Minutes quiet as a scout in the car, Byan saw several people coming out of Mara's cake shop. He looked from a distance at two people who were taking turns out of the store, but he did not see Mara.

"Where is he?" Byan was still worried about Mara's current state, his eyes kept staring at the unblinking shop as if impatient to see his ex-wife.

"Bye Mba, Mara," Renata greeted Mara with a wave of her hand.

Mara waved her hand at Renata accompanied by a small smile. After that, he locked the shop.

Mara is well known and quite attentive to her employees. Until his attitude made them look familiar.

Byan's intention was to get out of the car to help Asmara there, seeing the woman pull the Rolling Door alone in a curfew like this.

"Ck! Does he always come home this late? What if there's a criminal?" Byan could only speak for himself in the car as his eyes continued to watch over Mara.

"He's working too hard!"

After Mara finished with her activities, she immediately headed to her car to go home. But Mara did not realize that there was currently someone following her from behind.

Byan continued to drive his car following Mara's car, actually the direction of their house opposite the direction, but Byan chose to follow Mara on the grounds for safety. This time Byan can be called an amateur stalker, because he was following his ex-wife for no apparent reason.

I don't know the idea of where Byan's current behavior is, which is clear he continues to want to follow Mara and make sure she gets home safely.

Thirty minutes of travel, he had passed, and arrived at the Mara housing complex. Byan decides to stop and watch Mara into his house. Byan's attitude is like driving Mara home.

Byan's tiredness was a little treated because he had seen Mara safely at home. Byan decided to go home.

When the gate was closed by Kamila's mother, she saw a metal black car that made her suspicious.

"Mara, are you among the home by your friends?"

"Friends? Mara is not with anyone, Mom," replied Mara was surprised by her mother's question.

"Oh, I think the car that was passing by was your friend," said Kamila made sure and made Mara wonder. He did not feel suspicious of anyone.

"Car? Mara came home with her own car, Mom was there," Mara smiled and went into her room.

Kamila felt a little calm, at least Mara was willing to talk and began to be more cheerful than yesterday. He also did not want to be too tight for his daughter. He prefers to believe that Mara is a good boy.

Mara is too tired to work to support herself and Randy, Kamila as a parent does not want to burden her.

Mara laid her body on the bed, then she recalled her bad memories the other day. He also recalled when Byan came this morning apologizing to him.

"Argh, Mara stop thinking about it," Mara was tired of her brain constantly remembering about her ex-husband. Although he had been hurt repeatedly, he still could not be that hateful with him.

"The more I try to hate you, the more you continue to control my brain and my heart, Mas Byan."

Mara chose to go into the bathroom, she needed to soak her tired body in the bath tube with therapeutic aroma soap. But his brain again twisted Byan's face.

"Gee! Can't you get out of my mind?"

Mara was irritated, she rubbed her skin firmly with the sponge that was already foaming. Yet again the shadow of Byan interfered with his activities. In fact, Mara imagined when Byan kissed her lips at that time. He can also remember the athletic body of Byan with a checkered stomach that makes Mara can only swallow her saliva.

"Mara! Since when do you think dirty!" Mara patted her own forehead firmly to make her head hurt. She was completely inexhaustible, it turns out that her ex-husband has been filling her entire brain lately.

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While in the deserted Malik family residence, Byan entered the Star bedroom room which was now dimmed by the light of the sleeping lights. Slowly he approached his daughter with a blanket fix, not forgetting he always dyed the top of Star's head.

To this day, Star still does not want to talk much and keep a distance on him. He tried to understand Star's protest, but he could not understand the pain in his own heart.

Byan placed a jar of chocolate cake that he bought earlier on Star's nightstand. After that Byan also chose to go out and headed into his bedroom.

Byan looked at the jar he was holding, his eyes reading every piece of writing on the jar.

"STAR cake's, is this a coincidence?" Byan just realized that the name of the Mara cake shop is also the same as the name of his son.

Byan smiled, then he tried one piece of chocolate cake. "Nake,"

Byan so enjoy the taste of the cake that is now being chewed. Not wanting to eat too much chocolate, Byan also chose to clean himself first.

After finishing the bath, Byan did not just sleep. As usual, he had to open his laptop first to review some of his unfinished work. But something stuck in his heart as he leaned against the head of the bed.

Her memory is back for Mara, she's trying to shake it all off. But the more he tried to forget, the more clearly Mara's shadow approached him.

Byan threw his gaze to the floor, then he chose to close his laptop. But his eyes were startled by something shiny there.

Byan also chose to see the shiny object on the floor. As he got closer, he took the thing.

"Continue?" Byan wondered because he felt he did not have a pendant. Moreover, this pendant was like it belonged to a woman.

Byan did not know who this belonged to, according to him no one entered his room other than himself or the housekeeper who fixed his room. But he never saw his assistant wear a pendant like this. Similarly, Uminya, he knows very well what jewelry is the taste of Umi Andryani.

"Is it possible that this pendant belongs to ..."

To be continue ...