The Mafia's Prison of Love

The Part 67

Two weeks after Naya disappeared, Zian continued to search for her endlessly. Anita who mobilized all her subordinates to search did not also come to fruition. Dimas was like that.

Naya disappeared like the earth swallowed. There is no trace or information about its existence. They even have police involved to look for him. However, all the search efforts were deadlocked.

Search ads are back in circulation throughout the country. Anyone who finds or can inform the existence of Kanaya Indhira will be rewarded in large quantities. Many people have claimed to have seen Naya, but none have been proven to be true.

That afternoon, Fahri came to visit Zian in his simple house. With a book in his hand, the man entered the house whose door was never closed. Zian always opens the door, hoping Naya will come home soon.

Zian was pensive in the room when a voice called out his name. With gontai steps, he dragged his feet down the stairs.

"What's wrong? Why here?" asked Zian who was still standing on the first rung of stairs.

Fahri then chose to sit on the sofa, putting the book on his lap. "Sit down first, there's something I want to show you."

Zian stepped closer, then sat down on the sofa. Fahri looked at Zian's lethargic and pale face, with fine fur growing around his face. Since Naya disappeared, she no longer paid attention to her appearance.

The book with the dark cover was shifted Fahri in front of his sister.

"What's that?" tanyanya flat.

"It's Naya's notebook" Fahri replied. "I gave the book to her a few months ago. I asked him to record all the symptoms he was experiencing. You can keep the book .. and maybe, you need to read it too."

Zian's hand reached for the book. Just opening the first sheet alone had created a puddle of clear crystals in his eyeball. There is the name Kanaya Indhira Adiwinata engraved with gold ink. With a beautiful sentence underneath.

Smile, Naya ... God loves you more than you know.

Before you complain about the taste of your food, think of someone else who doesn't even have anything to eat.

Reading that sentence alone was like a sharp dagger stabbing mercilessly. Zian sure won't be able to read sheet by sheet.

"Prepare mentally to read the book." Fahri got up leaving his seat. "I go first, I have to get to the hospital." Before he left, he patted his sister on the shoulder.

The silence was back to greeting. Zian opened the first note Naya wrote. The writing was an outpouring of heart when Zian first kicked him out of the house.

I bleed...

It's not my physical body that's hurt, it's my heart.

This flowing blood is meaningless, my wounds are nothing.

I'm just a beggar who begs fate to be pitied.

Zrian ... Can you please forgive me?

My weak heart is powerless to move away.

I can endure this pain, but to be away from you I won't be able to even one second.

Did you know...

Every day my longing will kill me.

I look forward to you in every breath.

And when I'm away from you, it's as if I'm dead.

Why should I be separated from you now?

Can't I lean on you, please,

even if I am just a bitch to you?

Zrian ...

If a benevolent destiny gave me a choice, I would choose to spend the rest of my time by being around you.

I will wait for my death to arrive happily...

Zian read the writing with tears in his eyes, he hugged the book with his increasingly bitter cries.

Now, regret seems meaningless. He lost Naya. Zian then read through the notebook sheet by sheet with tears, until he found a note where Naya mentioned a secret room in the house.

"Confidential room?"

Zian then moved from his seat, then checked every room in his house, until he finally opened the door of a room that is a warehouse in the house.

His eyes were perfectly rounded upon entering the room. The book he had in his grasp just fell down. The room was filled with paintings of Zian's face.

Suddenly his legs felt trembling, as if not firmly standing. Zian also leaned on a used shelf cabinet in the room.

BRUK!

It sounded like something fell off that shelf. Zian turned his gaze to the thing that had fallen. The pain in his heart grew even more so when he realized what had just fallen.

Several envelopes contained the money Zian had given Naya. Zian took the fallen envelopes one by one and opened them. His tears flowed more and more when he saw the contents of the envelopes.

"Naya ..." he muttered in a voice so soft. "Even you're so scared to use the money I gave you. And you keep it all here. Why is my heart so blind? Why am I so cruel to treat you."

"You know, I'm not a rich man. I'll kick you out of here if you squander money." Zian said.

Zian then wiped his tears, then looked at the painting one by one, until he found a painting of the bride walking on the red carpet. A moment later, Zian found blood spots on the painting. Her tears returned unstoppable.

It was within that room that Zian enjoyed his deepest regret. He then continued reading the notes in the book until the middle and then felt no longer strong to continue reading them. His guilt is growing. Every sentence Naya wrote in the book was like an incision in her heart. Zian closed the book and cried again for his wife.

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Meanwhile, in a villa far away from the city, a man wears a sly smile as he reads a newspaper containing a search ad.

"Azkara Zildjian ... Too bad, you'll never find what you're looking for ... Because he'll be a corpse before you find him" the man said, chuckling sarcastically.

A short time later, a man came into the room and brought him a drink and put it on the table.

"How's the girl doing?" ask the man.

"It seems like he's getting weaker. It's been a few days that she won't eat."

"Good! Let him die slowly." The man placed the newspaper he had just read on the table. "It seems now is the time to greet him. He will definitely be very happy to meet me," said the man in black.

It was at the Villa that Naya is now. For two weeks he was confined to a room. He was lying with his weak body on the bed. The water that landed on his face woke him from his sleep. In a hurry, Naya tried to get up from her lying position, then raised her head to look at the figure of the man who was standing on the side of her bed. However, he was no longer able to clearly see the figure of the man.

Naya rubbed her face wet from watering, her gaze was faint, her body was getting thinner with a face already like an undead. He seemed to have no energy anymore, even just to stand up he was not strong.

"You're in vain?" naya asked in a voice like a whisper. He does not yet know who the person who has kept him in the villa.

The man chuckled cynically, "You don't recognize me, Kanaya Adiwinata?" ask the man.

Naya tried to sharpen her hearing and instantly her whole body trembled realizing who the man was. "Ma-Marvin?" muttered.

"The way you still remember me. How's it going? Did you enjoy your last days in this room?" Naya froze, no words were spoken from her lips.

"What if I told your husband that you were with me" Marvin said, again making Naya even more frightened.

As much as the girl tried to get up from her bed, but fell to the floor. He then dragged his feet and knelt before the man.

"I beg you not! Let him go, don't hurt him. You want me, right? Now you can kill me, but please don't touch my husband. You've made him lose everything." As much as Naya's energy trying to finish the sentence while holding Marvin's leg.

The innocent Naya still thinks her ordinary man's husband has lost his job because of Marvin.

Marvin then crouched down, then pulled the girl's hair violently, so Naya grimaced in pain. "I just want you! I have nothing to do with him. He doesn't care about you anyway, does he? If he cared, he would have found you. It wasn't something that was difficult for him." Marvin then pushes Naya's body so that her head is bumped to the floor.

Naya rubbed her forehead which was bleeding from the impact. The girl came back crying until a hiccup. Not because of the pain he felt, but because of the words Marvin who incised a wound in his heart.

Why does my heart hurt so much to hear what he says. Didn't I know he didn't want me. And, even if I die, he won't care. I'm missing, and he's not looking for me. Then what I expected... Why do I wish he would find me here. Why did I forget that he asked me to leave his life forever...

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