Rosie Sanders!

Guilt

Miguel who was doing a meeting was forced to stop his meeting in the middle of the road. Clara entered the meeting room without permission and began whining about her wedding dress.

"I'm sorry, meeting we're postponing tomorrow. Thank you very much for understanding." Said Miguel felt guilty, but seeing the turmoil of the lover made him forced to have to do the delay.

"Darling, look at my body.I'm up 5 kilos a gram and my wedding dress doesn't fit anymore, we're getting married in two weeks and I'm not sure I can lose weight that fast." Clara began to complain about everything that happened to her in the boutique. Of course with the addition of stories that do not match the real events.

Miguel was speechless, the boutique was his mother's property how could he buy her and hand her over to Clara just like that.

"Darling, let's sit down. Relax, our marriage is still two weeks away so don't panic. You don't need to go on a strict diet, I like you for what's wrong. And for that boutique, sorry baby, I can't buy it. You know that boutique is not just any boutique. Many famous artists and models who subscribe there, the meaning of the boutique is quite competent and of course has a high class in the eyes of its clients. I'm...."

"So you mind buying it even for our wedding gift? Why are you counting like this on me?" Clara began sobbing with drama, really making Miguel a dilemma. Should she ask her mother to give it to Clara. Toh Clara will be his wife and eldest daughter-in-law in his family. The store must be nothing for the mother who already has everything.

"It's not so dear, it's not about the price. But there's something else, but I'll try it. Hopefully the owner is generous and willing to give it to us. Now don't cry anymore, I don't like to see you cry like this. Go home, I'll call if I get it." Clara wiped away her false tears and then smiled sweetly.

"Alright, sorry to mess up your meeting, baby. I felt guilty, "Clara looked down sad as if she was feeling guilty.

"No problem, just a job evaluation meeting. Can be continued tomorrow. Now go shopping to make your mood better, the bride and groom should always be happy, right?" Refer Miguel back then transfer some money to the lover's account.

Clara's smile grew more and more perfect. The woman gave a kiss on Miguel's cheek and then left. All of his inner burden seemed to disappear just like that when he saw the nominal listed in his account balance. Enough to make her forget that damn dress.

Miguel massaged his throbbing forehead. Clara's dress thing to mess up her meeting. What if they're married? Maybe her lover will make everything easy to be complicated in his life.

Remember the wise words of the mother when they finished dinner a few days ago.

Flashbacks

"Are you sure of your choice, son? It's nothing, marriage is not just a matter of bringing two bodies together. But also two families, two traits, two personalities, two habits and many more things that will participate in the bond. Before going too far, think wisely about all the consequences. Marriage is not for a year and two years, but for your whole life. You'll wake up in the morning and stare at the same face all your life. Marry a woman who not only makes you comfortable, but also makes your heart calm when with her. That way you'll be easy to achieve unlimited happiness."

A flash of memory of the mother's advice is like hitting the recesses of her heart. Does she really love Clara? Or just a sense of comfort because the woman always needs her in every way. And he felt needed every moment.

But lately the shadow of Charlotte's face that haunts her all the time. Either the guilt had made the woman die in a way unimaginable to her.

Charlotte is a true friend. And he had hurt the girl so deeply, there was as much regret as he tried to tepis. It's appropriate for a killer's son.

Not wanting to dissolve in his thoughts that began to compare the two women. Miguel chose to return to his room to continue his work even though he was no longer in the mood to work.

"Mr Miguel, I'm sorry there's a letter for you." Gita said the secretary stopped her boss's steps when he was about to enter the room.

"From who?"

"I don't know, special lightning packs. The courier didn't say anything, but I didn't see the return address. Just the name of the recipient, that's you." Gita explained.

Miguel simply nodded in understanding, "thank you, and yes, please handle my work today. My head hurts so much, I need a break. And buy me a head saki at the clinic downstairs." Tell Miguel to ask the secretary for help.

Gita immediately opened the drawer of the workbench then handed a piece of Panadol brand headache medicine. Miguel was stunned for a moment. It was a drug that Charlotte always took anywhere for herself if at any time if her migraine recurred.

"Mr Miguel? You okay?" Tegur the secretary was surprised to see Miguel even dumbfounded to see the medicine in his hands.

Miguel shook his head slowly and then grabbed the piece of the drug.

"This is yours?" Ask Miguel.

"No, that's Miss Charlotte's hand. A few months ago Miss Charlotte dumped a box of headache medicine on me. When I asked, Miss Charlotte simply replied with a joke. He said he was afraid he could no longer give you the medicine if you had a headache. Miss said she didn't want to see you endure the pain, because she also felt the pain. Miss Charlotte is really a joke expert." Gita made Miguel's knee boneless.

Lekas Gita stuck the boss into his chair.

"I'll make you some warm tea, sir, wait here for a bit. Don't go anywhere, afraid you'll pass out when I get to the pantry." Gita died soon after Miguel who still felt a sudden tightness like strangling his neck.

"Why are you doing this for me? Why do you always give me attention, do you intend to make me live in this guilt for life huh?" Miguel muttered annoyedly. Upset because the person he hurt was not willing to hurt himself. But he was so willing to inflict a deep wound on the woman.

"You even bought me a box full of headache medicine. Do you have a feeling I'm going to disappear? If so, why don't you just avoid me so I don't do that bad thing to you? Why do you have to fulfill my destiny as a bastard?" Miguel continued muttering with tears that began to drip. I don't know what tears are for. What is clear Miguel's heart is marked by a very strong feeling of guilt for his friend.