Stop At You

Ep.4

One week has passed. These few days my activities are running quietly without a hitch. Go to work, go to college, and still intensely meet with Zayn as usual. I really hope to continue like this, hoping that the great mistress will not come again, and can forget about my relationship problems with her beloved son.

I was still confused and had not decided what I was going to do with Zayn, I was also still reluctant to tell him about his mother coming to me, because if he knew I was afraid it would cause a dispute between them.

But once again reality was not as beautiful as hope, I just stepped foot to where I work, a luxurious black car that came from nowhere in front of me, intercepted me.

Come out a figure that some days I do not want to meet, who else if not the mistress Alvarendra, rather the birth mother of Zayn my lover.

It runs haughtily, in the control of several large high-bodied bodyguards with uniforms and sunglasses. They're heading towards me, slowly the land is getting closer, and.

Plaque..

A hard slap landed on my left cheek. It hurts so much, I gently rub the tip of my lips which turns out to emit red droplets there.

"Based on cheap women, how many times have I said, stay away from Zayn!! Did you not heed my threats yesterday? Are you planning to fight me, huh?". Umpatnya. His eyes stare brightly at me, his teeth clenching.

I haven't been able to answer again I feel pain in my right cheek, he did it again, this time even harder than the first.

God, do I have to be treated like this? She's older than me, and she's also the mother of someone I love. I tried to be respectful, even humbling myself in front of him. But once again he bullied me, even daring to hit me.

"Enough madam!! are you satisfied now? Insulted me, bullied me, and now hit me. What next are you gonna kill me to keep me away from Zayn?". Sarkas. The woman who looks graceful, honorable and distinguished turned out to have a very bad temper, even the heart to hurt fellow women. The saying goes, Never judge a book by its cover.

"Heh.. Your idea is good too, no matter how you go, you two have to split up. Don't ever dream of getting into the honorable Alvarendra family, because as long as I'm alive I'll never let that happen."

After being content to oppress and step on my pride, he just left. I was sitting limp on the sidewalk, trying to hide my tears as well as my bruised face. I can't go to work under these conditions, I don't want to see my friends worry and feel sorry for me.

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Tonight beautifully decorated with stars, the breeze gently stroked, I sat in front of the house while sipping a warm tea accompanied by snack setoples.

God, show me the way. I would love to fight with him, but in fact I am unable to fight, should I stay? Or go as far away as that guy says?

Drrtt.. Drrt...

Shaking the phone suddenly awakened my daydream, I immediately took it and I picked up the call without seeing his name.

"Hello dear." Gentle greeting someone across there.

"Zayn, what's wrong?". I asked without a stale base.

"I'm sorry I couldn't pick you up, I drove my sister out of town, were you mad?". The answer.

"Not at all, besides the distance between the restaurant and my house near Zayn, I can go home alone, you're too much." I said.

"Hm.. You know, I did it because I was worried, baby. What else was yesterday it's almost, if I don't come in time, I don't know what's gonna happen to you." He said he didn't want to lose.

"All right, you win. It's late, we better get some sleep." My heart then ended the call.