The Passion of Mr. Anderson

THE NIGHT BEFORE THE WEDDING

In a dark corner, there was a person standing in a mirror. The dim lights made the towering tall figure look terrible just by standing up.

Bram, once again sculpting. Pay attention to every detail of his body with sharp eyes. He opened one by one the buttons of his shirt, let go, then threw the black shirt in all directions until it fell on the floor.

The wounds, all the incisions that were all over his chest and back made his hands clenched. His teeth were chattering, as he tried to hold on with all his might, in fact he was crushed as well.

Bram saw all the scars. Even Bram still felt all that pain. Scratches of knives, nails, even hammers he had felt when he was a child.

Bram. He saw the figure of a small woman wearing a red kebaya smiling in a photo. He smiled broadly, more or less six years old and was with another child figure who was none other than himself.

At a night market. In a simple photobox and a small child with red was not aware that almost half the face of little Bram full of blood.

"I'll get you back, Ros .." he exclaimed.

Bram looked at himself again in front of the mirror. Staring again at the small photo then kissing it once again. His nerve scarring stiffened again. Increasingly shows how terrible the wounds he had received as a child first.

He then walked towards the old sofa. Take a jet black t-shirt and replace all his formal clothes with ragged camping jeans that make up Bram's body more terrible.

He is no longer a secretary.

Why did he wear all those clothes?!

Bram has returned to being his figure after all this time. He grinned while looking back at the only photo left.

Bram then opened his eyes again. From yesterday, Anderson had already declared war on him. And Bram, it's just a matter of making calculations for himself.

Bram then looked at the slightly open window. He opened the curtains and saw the atmosphere of the streets were quiet but full of guard.

"I'm coming, Ros."

In fact, no one knew that Bram was this close to Rosa. The empty house next to Rosa's is where she lives today. Faintly, he saw the car coming and stopped at the door.

"You take good care of yourself ..."

"Thank you, Mel. You kept your promise."

"Let's calm. Anderson has kept his promise to take care of you. Look at this whole guard. I'm sure Bram won't be here again."

They were seen hugging for a long time before Melia finally waved at Rosa.

Meanwhile, Bram laughed out loud. Closing his mouth like a psych*pat and banging on a wall. Scorned every action Anderson and the other bodyguards were so stupid if there was no him.

Anderson never thought he would be here before Rosa's return from the hospital. That would always come to him and stalk him like a madman.

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Later that night, Melia closed her eyes briefly as she stood on the balcony of the hotel where she was staying. In fact, Melia also did not know why she was here. Everyone knew, if Anderson had already given the order, no one would dare to defy his orders even Melia once.

Melia was still in disbelief because tomorrow was her wedding day with Anderson. A figure that maybe just yesterday he hated with all his soul but now, he was able to love her even almost die if not with her.

Melia took another breath. Even though he has got the happiness he has got, but why he still feels unsettled.

Slowly I heard my feet. The door knob successfully opened and a sharp eye gaze immediately stared towards Melia who was standing behind her.

The figure slowly approached. Walking slowly then he stood right behind Melia.

Melia jerks.

He knew who was behind him. Melia had already memorized the roar of her breath when it now hit her back nape, as well as her touch when she started to wrap her hands around Melia's hips then hugged her tightly.

"Anderson ..."

"Yes, say that name again dear."

Melia turned.

"I always liked it when you called my name like that. Later, I'd also like to hear you moan my name like that when we're married and in bed."

"Why not knock on the door?"

Anderson took a sip of Melia's entire scent with a sweep all over Melia's face until her tufts made Melia a little amused.

"Anderson, stop."

"I want to fuck you right now but I realize that it's not okay. I don't want to be a brash man because we're not officially married."

"You know ...?"

Anderson squinted. He smiled, lifted half his lips, then looked at Melia. Obviously unmarried Anderson was already so passionate about this woman. What if they get married later?

"What's up, baby? Did anything disturb your mind?"

Melia just shook her head.

Obviously a lie.

"Say. What's going on?"

"Many things."

"Tell me. Tomorrow's our wedding day. I want you to be honest with me."

"I just feel like time is going by really fast. I'm happy we're married tomorrow. But do we deserve to be happy when there are many people who still suffer greatly."

"You mean?"

"About Rosa, about Reyan, about everything ..."

Anderson's hurry shook his head. Like assuring me that everything will end fine.

"You know ...? I must have been the most selfish person in the world. If we live in a drama world, maybe the antagonist role in this drama is you and me. Good people like Reyan and Rosa ..."

"Don't talk any more."

"They're victims here."

"I know I haven't been able to make up for all my mistakes. But I promise you, time will answer everything. I promise I'll fix everything."

"thank you. You promised me that time. It's just .. You know that if I still feel guilty about them, what else is it about Reyan who doesn't even know anything."

"Yes, honey. I get it."

They then remained silent for so long. Standing side by side while immersed in their respective thoughts.

"Tomorrow we'll stay married, Mel. And nothing can stand in his way."

Melia laughed a little.

"Then who would dare to oppose you, An. No matter how hard I refuse, I know you will definitely still drag me in front of you tomorrow morning."

Laughter is contagious.

"You know very well how I am."

"I also don't know why I can love someone as hard as you."

Anderson grinned proudly.

"Have a rest, Mel. Because after we get married tomorrow, I won't let you rest for a second."

Melia's eyebrows are raised, but somehow Melia has the courage to challenge her.

"Don't talk too much. Just prove to me how strong you are. And I'm gonna be really looking forward to how you kept me awake last night."

Anderson's lips lifted. Women are always different from most women out there.

Jakun Anderson started to go up and down, he started to overheat looking at Melia's face with narrowed eyes like teasing her. His hands suddenly clenched. If he had the power, he would have sent the ruler to come here and formalize their relationship. Anderson could not. Just need to be patient for a few hours.

"I'm going to my room," before Anderson couldn't help himself, Anderson better admit defeat then walk around.

But suddenly, though,

"An ..."

Anderson.

"There's still one thing I think about. The figure of the one who sent me the message, the figure of the one who sent the gruesome bloody package. I hope you find him soon. I was only scared to death when I remembered that he had harmed me in such a way."

Anderson nodded.

"Surely."

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