The Love of Mr. Erick

GCTE | Chapter 67

"T-please, uhuk-uhuk, b-open the door, uhukk!"

Elena hardened her voice so that anyone outside the warehouse could hear, but in vain. It doesn't matter to him even if they realize there's a woman trapped in the middle of asking for help inside here.

Once again, Elena really felt extremely devastated. The only person he trusted would always love him, who became his back, who became the focus of hope and his life has now changed. There was no love left for her in Erick's eyes, her husband was no longer the man she used to be. He sacrificed his life for his love.

Elena was stunned, lamenting her fate which again had to suffer misfortune. Recollecting the sweet memories that had intertwined at the beginning of his new household will be built. The salt acid of life Elena has often felt, she managed to get through it all thanks to the support and affection of those closest to her. But now all he has is Erick, and the man doesn't even want to see her as a wife just because of a cruel slander that has never even been proven to be true.

Oh, poor Elena ... He was intrigued by his sobbing, he bent his knees with his face resting on it, shedding a delayed cry.

"Mother ... Elena was afraid .. "bluffy in the middle of the sobbing, she missed her mother, missed the home that had always given her a sense of security, she wanted to feel the warmth of the family again. It was as if this was her last day to remember all the faces of those who loved her as well as those she cared about. Dea, Marvin's sister, the children of the orphanage, Elena was stunned when she remembered all that.

Unknowingly, as she further cornered the body on the wall, Elena felt a tremendous pain making her grimace pain. Stifling her shoulders in discomfort, Elena felt around her back, much to her surprise when she saw the blood clinging to her palm as Elena froze in a long dumbfounded manner.

"Where's this blood from?" his face was suddenly pale, his hands were shaking violently, sweat was adorning his temples, a cold wind swept over the nape of the girl giving him goosebumps, Elena then widened her eyes when she saw the deep red liquid that was increasingly rushing over the ground floor forming a puddle.

Not remembering anything else, Elena suddenly felt nauseous her head spinning and then everything darkened when she fell unconscious.

...***...

"Yes, arrange a meeting with the commissioner's board tomorrow, at the independent hotel because I want everything to be perfect." Erick spoke to his secretary on the phone.

"Yes, okay." After giving the authority at length, he disconnected the call. The annoyance in his heart still did not subside to make Erick throw his phone with a rough, gray square object with the logo of an apple that was bitten half worth millions was thrown horribly on the mattress.

"Damn ... Why should I worry about her, why?!" he shouted to himself, squeezing the still wet hair after cleaning himself earlier.

"Why Elena ... why?" he clucked loudly, feeling that everything he did was excessive but on the other hand as his mind recalled the pictures of Elena being friendly with Vicky, making his eyes closed again, it was as if there was a monster inside him that did not want him to use his heart and his feelings.

Erick felt very frustrated, he walked to the middle of his spacious room area, there was a billiard game table there, he said, he tries to play it to throw thoughts about Elena as well as her feelings that continue to rage lately.

But in vain, halfway he stopped when accidentally his eyes caught a guitar standing in the corner of the room, his gift for Elena's birthday. His memories came back making Erick screech in annoyance, throwing his billiar baton in any direction.

Suddenly his phone rang, Erick tried to ignore but because his ringing did not stop making him lift it lazily.

"Hello, who is this?" he yelled in annoyance at the caller who blew away his limelight.

"Who is this?" Erick muttered a little to keep the phone away to see the name on the screen, he gawked after knowing who the caller was.

"Why are the nights bothering me?" erick asked disinterestedly after knowing Aaron was across the street.

"Why? are you busy?"

Erick did not answer and Aaron said again. "I want to take you to my party, to celebrate me winning the nomination for best actor of the year!" the man's voice sounded very happy.

A little information, Aaron is one of his friends since college may be the only one because Erick is not so sociable even though many want to be his friend. Aaron is also the son of Mr. Oliver Sykes, the owner of Sykes roatti entertainment company in the field to the artist san who had worked with his company and also their father was good friends.

"I'm not interested." That's all Erick said.

"Oh come on, is it so busy you can't attend your friend's show? we haven't even seen each other in years, you don't miss me?"

"I'm busy." Erick answered briefly.

"Okay, I'm sorry I didn't invite you officially, but couldn't you come?" Aaron urged, "My father is also very eager to meet you, there's no way you're busy all the time, you must be free tonight, right? Aaron kept pushing.

Erick gave a brief sigh. "I don't have time for things that waste time like that."

"Oh come on, Erickson, you're so unpleasant, you have no taste. We're young, in your early thirties you don't act like an old man with a fat belly and a plontos head. Anyway you have to come, here you can forget for a moment your problems, we have fun stuff for a moment."

Erick. Forgetting a moment of trouble? that's what he needs.

"Many beautiful women here, you can choose what you want." Aaron whispered a little joke.

"Alright, it's getting crowded here. If you want to come I'll send you the address, but I hope you're coming because you're also an important part of my career."

Tut! the call was turned off unilaterally and shortly thereafter a message notification appeared in which Aaron sent the address of the party building there.

Erick clasped his phone tightly, maybe it's time he got out of his comfort zone. His youth was wasted in carrying out corporate responsibilities at a young age, so long as it was enough he always listened and obeyed the words of his father. He also has his own life.

Erick had decided, he walked into the walk in closet room to change clothes, he would go for a moment to eliminate all his problems. Unknowingly, if he has a wife who is still locked in the warehouse and he does not care about it.