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Broken

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Turns out he was really trying to buy me that painting.

Alana looked at Max from a distance, the man was asking for permission to buy a piece in a museum that was basically not to be owned.

The woman smiled as Max walked towards her. "How, Honey?"

"You can have it now."

"You serious? Well, I must be dreaming right now. Thank you, Bebe."

The woman immediately hugged Max, jumping up in excitement like a child getting candy.

"Stop acting weird, Lana. You're not a kid anymore."

Alana shook her head, she kept hugging Max and laughed. "I'm so happy, Max. You must really love me."

"You know the answer, Lana."

Max felt the air around him turn into heat that burned the skin. Alana kept clinging, hugging and screaming like a child.

"Thank you, you're really the best."

"Yes, be a smart girl. Let go of your arms first."

But the woman shook her head and instead tightened her arms around Max's waist. "Let me hug you like this. I'm happy."

"You're gonna hold me even when you're unhappy" Max muttered, still hearing Alana.

"You're smart, Bebe. Because I'll also hug you any time until we're old."

"Come on, let go of your embrace. We have to go eat, I'm hungry."

The woman let go of her embrace, she grinned.

"How about you just eat me?" the whisper is spoiled in Max's ear.

The owner of the blue bead chuckled lightly, he never thought Alana would change so quickly.

"I won't be full with just that, Alana."

"But we've never had sex, Max. I want to try it with you" said Alana pursed her lips. "Come on, we can book a hotel nearby."

Max shakes hearing that. He even let go of Alana's stranglehold on his arm. The man suddenly felt very angry, either because Alana who easily said that or imagined Alana had done it with another man.

"You crazy?" said sarcasm. "Are you used to doing that with a lot of guys?"

Max's eyes were reddened by anger, he couldn't control himself. Therefore, he calls Alex so that he can harbor anger in his own way that will not hurt the woman.

"Take the woman to the villa! He's gone mad."

Stepping away from there, Max paid no heed to Alana's cry intercepting him. She was angry, furious at Alana's invitation that broke her heart.

"Max, stop! You love me, don't leave me. I know you love me so much, so please, don't go."

The woman was crying as if being watched by many people outside the building. It seemed that he paid no heed to people's babbling and only cared about Max going far away from him.

Alana ran after Max who was already far ahead. The man did not look at it one bit.

"Max, I know you can't leave me alone. Come back, I beg you."

Still the owner of the blue eyes stepped away. Alana fell to her knees hitting the rough floor outside the building.

"Max, I beg you. I beg ...."

"Senorita?"

Someone stood before him, with an icy gaze he stuck out his hand. "Wake up, Senor just went to get the painting."

The woman received her hand. She smiled after knowing that Max would not leave her. "I knew he couldn't leave me. He loves me."

Then remove the tears that were sliding earlier. "Thank you, Alex."

"Why isn't he waiting for me?"

"You're crying, Senorita."

"Max sucks" said Alana pursed her lips. He then ran towards the direction where Max was going.

"Senorita! You can't go there!"

Alex chases and pulls Alana's hand, stopping the woman from disturbing Max who is doing something.

"I'm Max's girlfriend, you can't stop me."

"Only buyers can get there, Senorita. You don't have money."

Alana stomps her feet, she's pissed at Alex.

"Then leave me alone."

"I'm in charge of looking after you, Senorita. Senor's worried you're being chased by that thug again."

His lips smiled again, the woman looked very happy. "I knew. He's the Max I know."

"So don't disappoint Senor, Senorita."

"I didn't do it."

"I'm afraid you'll do that again later."

Alana glared in annoyance, she stared intently at Alex. "I'm not gonna do that, Alex."

The tall man smirked thinly. "Why are you looking at me like that, Senorita? Did I guess correctly?"

"You're wrong, I'm not leaving Max because he loves me. I'll obey him."

The owner of those ash eyes stared at Alana flat making the woman a little wary.

"A behavior like this seems very cheap. Don't embarrass yourself in public again, Senorita."

"It's none of your business!"

"It's my business because you're with a man of high esteem."

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"Sara, come here!"

Deborah shouted from behind, precisely in the vast park.

"Yes, Mom?"

"Come here! Get me some of these flowers."

"Which one?" Sara approached, she saw a bunch of pretty flowers Deborah pointed at.

"The colorful one."

"Everything's colorful to combine, Mommy."

"Then do it!"

Sara shook her head slowly. Sometimes he doesn't understand the meaning of Deborah's words.

"Mommy needs how many stalks?" sara asked who was busy pruning the blooming flowers.

"Enough for ten tables."

"That much?"

"Don't ask too many questions. I won't spend flowers on your house."

She laughed, she didn't think so. "Come, Mom. You know what I mean."

"My husband likes beautiful flowers."

Sara recalled the fit looking middle-aged man. "Why didn't Dad ever come here, Mom?"

"He doesn't like to walk."

"Jeez, when it's good for health," said Sara.

"Wow, that's fun. Why didn't Mommy accompany?"

Deborah looked at Sara, she chuckled. "He's a pervert old man, Sara."

The woman's eyes were round, Sara covered her mouth which was about to scream.

"Laugh as you please" said Deborah.

Sara laughed loudly throughout the vast expanse of the park. A quiet and lively morning.

He remembered Max who used to tease him. A husband who flirts whenever he wants.

Ah, I want it to feel like Sara's crying considering how perverted Max is.

"Sara, why are you daydreaming?"

"Eh?" Sara gnawed. He shook his head quickly casting off the shadow of Max's perverted grin that always bothered him.

"Sorry, Mom. I remembered there was something I had to do again," he told a lie. He wanted to hide himself from shame.

"Go, I know you miss that brat. Falling fruit won't be far from the tree, Sara. Call her!"

Then how's the fruit falling on the sloping spot, Mom?

Sara left without a sound, she was embarrassed because Deborah already understood what was happening.

"I can't hide anything from Mommy either, just like Nadia," he muttered.

Back in the room, Sara picks up the phone she threw away. Check out some incoming messages and emails from friends.

"One missed voice call? Max?"

Sara smiles. He called back. Once the ring was lifted immediately made Sara surprised.

"Where have you been? I called you from earlier, Stupid!"

Sara conicals her head. He kept the phone away from his ear because Max's voice was so loud.

"I'm with Mommy."

"What's Mommy doing there?"

"Spend time with me."

"Ck, you're getting close. What did Mommy tell you about me?"

"On your childhood alone and a few years ago about you being kidnapped and almost killed."

I heard Max's breath. "Stop talking about me again, okay? Your job is to miss me."

"I understand. What are you doing?"

"Called my wife. Wh why? You missing me?"

Sara rolled a lazy eyeball. "Don't be naive, I'm not," she denied, even if it's true. "When are you coming home? It's been seven days."

"Sorry, there are still some things that have not been resolved. I'll go home when it's all over. Don't be mad, honey."

It was like Sara threw the phone in Max's head that was so naive. "You're okay, aren't you? Why do you talk like a delirious person?"

Max chuckles. "Honey, change to video call. I want to see your face."

Sara did. "You're outside?"

"Yes, I'm walking around."

Shortly thereafter, a female figure appeared behind Max. And that made Sara both shocked and worried.

"Who is he, Max?"

"I'm Alana."

Like being struck by the lightning of a long dry season, Sara stiffened. He swallowed a rough spit.

His feelings were mixed, it was unexpected that the video call he made led to a broken heart. Alana, he's back.

Sara held herself back from crying even though her chest was suffocated by the breath she was no longer able to exhale.

He intends to show his lover to me with this video call? I'm too naive, that man isn't mine.

"You're Max's wife? Hahaha, I'm with your husband. Sorry yes."

Sara blinked quickly as the call was decided just like that. He hasn't said anything to Max.

The woman lowered her head between her two knees, sitting in a state of disarray on a king-size bed. His heart breaks, imagining Max acting perverted to Alana, the lover.

There was no hope for him, the rising sun would eventually have to sink again in the darkness. Wanted to cry, but Sara felt she was nothing.

Max, her husband, her man is with the woman she loves. The woman Max always wrestles with when drunk, and the woman who makes Max lose control and importantly Alana is a woman who is loved by Max.

I'm hurting baby, I'm broken down

(I'm hurt, love, I'm broken)

I need your loving, loving, I need it now

(I need your love, I need it right now)

When I'm without you, I'm something

(When I'm without you, I'm weak)

You got me begging, begging, I'm on my knees

(You make me beg, beg, I kneel)

I don't wanna be needing your love,

(I don't want to need your love)

I just wanna be deep in your love

(I just want to drown in your love)

And it's killing me when you're away

(And I was tormented when you were far away)

Oh, baby

(Oh love)

'Cause I really don't care where you are

(Because I really don't care where you are)

I just wanna be there where you are

(I just want to be where you are)

And I gota get one little taste

(And I have to taste a little)

Your sugar, yes please

(Your table, yes, please)

Won't you come and put it down on me

(Will you come and give it to me)

I'm right here, because I need

(I'm here because I need to)

Little love and little sympathy

(Little love and little sympathy)

Sugar, Maroon 5's

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