The Shackles of Love The Single Heir

Chapter 4.

After the three who had arrived at their respective homes, at the bar there was a small commotion between Dion and his lover. The quarrel that should not have happened made the visitors of the bar disturbed.

The childish attitude Giska showed made Dion feel ashamed. All eyes were on the two of them.

Not only the shame that Giska presented for him, Dion was depressed to face the attitude of Giska who always wanted to win by himself.

"Come, come with me!"

Dion forcefully pulled Giska's hand. His eyes turned red as if he wanted to tear his lover apart ferociously.

"Take me off Dion! What are you doing?"

Giska shouted asking Dion to let go of her painful hand. But Dion did not touch him.

Upon arriving at the door, Dion removed his hand from Giska's wrist and looked at her face with anger.

"Are you content to humiliate me in front of everyone?" dion asked in a high tone, he ruffled his hair violently. There was such a huge disappointment on his face.

"That's not Dion, but...,"

"I don't need an explanation from you. Tonight's events are enough of a reference for me. Didn't I explain this relationship from the beginning. Can't you digest my words?"

Dion's anger exploded until Giska was silent for a moment.

From the beginning, the relationship between the two had no basis. No love grew in Dion's heart for Giska. All intertwined just to treat the loneliness that is in each other's hearts. Looks like Giska forgot herself and thought the relationship was real.

"Go, I don't need you here!" expel Dion.

Dion turned his body and stepped away leaving Giska still glued to his sad face.

Dion's rude attitude was extremely painful in his ears. The beautiful woman who always looked sexy finally left the bar in such a big rage.

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The next day, a yellow car was driving down the streets of the capital. After a few minutes, the car stopped right in the parking lot of a shopping center.

A beautiful girl came down and wagged her long unraveling hair. The beautiful curves of his body like a Spanish guitar, winding along with his footsteps that were walking into the mall area.

"Good day Miss Maura, long time no visit. Can we help you?"

A maid from Maura's underwear store greeted the beautiful girl so kindly that she bent her back.

"Siang also Ma'am, Ma'am still remember me? I haven't been here in a long time."

Maura carved a smile on her face, she was flattered to get special treatment that the shopkeeper should not have done to her.

Half an hour had passed since Maura had set foot inside the shop. Two paper back packs are now in his grasp.

Not only buying underwear, Maura also bought some sexy sleepwear for her. The contents inside the paper back were already like a rainbow alone, red yellow green in the blue sky.

After getting all the items she needed, Maura decided to leave the mall and walk towards the car in the parking lot.

"Braaaac,"

Suddenly the paper back that was in Maura's hand came loose when her body accidentally hit a man standing upright right before her.

"I'm sorry Miss, I didn't accidentally. Is Miss okay?"

The man's big and resolute voice made Maura goosebumps in fear to the point of feeling a tremor shake all over his body.

"What's the matter Miss, what's going on with you? You look so scared, is there something bothering you?"

The handsome man who turned out to be Dion the owner of the bar was staring at Maura's face with his cute eyes.

"Wait on! I think I've seen you before. Your face is so familiar in my eyes."

Dion watched the face of the beautiful girl who was still glued before him carefully.

"I'm sorry, maybe you're wrong."

Maura would not look at the face of the man who hit her, she rushed to pick up her groceries and passed without a word.

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In the afternoon, the atmosphere in the bar was still very quiet. Some of the employees who work there are already busy with their respective jobs. Some are cool tidying drinks on the shelf, there is also a focus on wiping the table and rearranging it neatly.

From the outside, there are footsteps that are getting clearer and clearer in the ears. But not for Dion who is currently pensive on a bench in the corner of the room.

The brown eyeball stared straight through the glass window before him. His fingers tapped on the table surface in turn.

"More boss,"

Diki who had just come greeted Dion from the side. However, there was no word at all from the handsome man's mouth.

"What's wrong with her?"

Diki frowned, her hands moving reaching for her head and scratching her with a puzzled facial expression. There were a lot of questions running up in his heart seeing Dion like this.

With a little slow step, Diki again swung his legs and grabbed the bench next to his best friend. That only made Dion aghast shocked and realized from his daydream.

Dion's previously unblinking eyes stared at the courtyard beside the bar, now shrinking after realizing someone had come to him.

"It seems like your mood is not good. What are you thinking?" tanya Diki opened the conversation.

"Nothing" said Dion briefly.

"Don't lie! I know you're thinking something. Does this have anything to do with the mess that happened last night?" diki asked guessing Dion's thoughts.

"Don't know! Why am I thinking about that shitty woman?"

Dion dismissed Diki's question with such a sharp look.

Dion's answer made Diki even more curious. What else did Dion think apart from her aggressive woman.

"You're right. I was thinking of someone, but not that woman. This woman is more special, I don't know why I want to recognize her so much. But he didn't give me the slightest response" Dion said, acknowledging his thoughts.

"Who?" diki asked curiously.

"Later we will talk! I'm going out, there's something I need to finish. Do your best if you want a bonus this month!"

Dion patted Diki on the shoulder, then passed leaving the mature brown-skinned man alone there.

Although Dion's attitude is sometimes incomprehensible, he is a good man who lives in endless solitude.

In front of everyone he looked so tough and strong. But in his heart there were so many wounds that made him fragile and weak. He needed a backrest where he poured out all of his desolate, uninhabited heart.