The Untouched Heart

Chapter 86 - The Women Around Me

...~Author's Note~...

Hi guys.

Haha .... Not two days yet. Alright. I'm publishing two chapters for tonight, yeah. Let's take a peek at Hendra and Zahara's life after being alone again. Unlike season one whose script was written since December 14, 2016, season two is only thought of on April 4, 2019. Still a skeleton because in that year I was on hiatus. That's why I need a day off to work on the full script.

Without any more length, happy reading. The next chapter will be up after this chapter passed the review so as not to accumulate in the system.

Meina H's.

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~Hendra~

Loving someone is risky. I've learned a lot about it. I love someone who does not love me.

There was always fear and worry whenever I was away from him. Will he remain loyal to me? Was there no other man who tried to take her away from me? Will the man she loves come back and take him away from me? There are many things I worry about.

If only he had the same feelings as me, this fear and worry would not haunt me. I will feel at ease where he is because I know that his heart is only for me. Unfortunately, he doesn't love me.

Everything I've done to attract his attention, to make him fall in love with me. None of them succeeded. Six years together and she was still as cold to me as on the first day we were husband and wife. There was no love, empathy, or special care for him.

Then came the day I was always worried about. He fell into the arms of another man. Not an ordinary man, but his ex who loved him very much. I was devastated and nearly ended my own life when I got the news.

I'm trying to hold on. But I can't. The shadow of him and the man enjoying the night together I could not pat from my head. The fact that all this time I've been forcing a woman to live with a man she doesn't love, slaps me hard. So I decided to take him off.

There was no drama when I showed her the divorce papers. He was not present in any court schedule. Everything goes fast. Without me knowing, she's not mine anymore. We are officially divorced.

I am a cruel and heartless man, I know that. My wife just gave birth to our son, I left her. But I want to give her what she's been dreaming of. He could return to his temple as soon as possible. No more pretending to be married to me. There is no need to pretend to like the husband and wife relationship that we always do on my initiative. He deserves to be happy.

Loneliness has been my best friend for almost five years. My best friend tried to entertain me. My business associates are trying to make me laugh again. I really appreciate their efforts, but they're not Za. They were not the people I expected to be by my side. I just want my wife.

Being mature, successful, rich, and single is a mix that tempts many women to approach me. Ranging from good women who tried to attract my attention in a polite way to ambitious women who teased me into bed have tried all their best efforts. But I'm not interested.

There is no woman like Za who can arouse my passion without trying hard. Which could make me kneel down to get his attention. What makes me willing to do anything, give anything as long as it can make him smile.

Za is everything to me. From the beginning he touched my heart to this day. Until this moment. Some say that I must open myself and my heart to other women in order to forget her. Not that I can't, I don't want to. Finding a woman like Za is not easy. Getting him is not easy anymore. I don't want to go through that long process from the beginning again. That's enough.

If there was another woman who could make me fall in love like Za, or maybe more than she could, maybe I would get married again. Even though it's impossible.

“Pak.” There was a call that broke my daydream. “Sorry, I knocked on the door from earlier but I did not say.”

“It's okay. What's up?” I hold my sitting position.

“Please. Until tomorrow.” I read every document I read.

“Until tomorrow.” He was still standing in his place. “Ng, is there anything I can do for Father before I go home?”

“No. You can go home now.” I saw him for a moment. He looked at me intently.

“Good. Please take care of yourself Mr. carefully.” He finally moved towards the door.

My secretary fell in love with me. I've handed the business over to my deputy. I need to find a replacement. I can't keep letting any woman expect my love, especially one that works for me. She's a painstaking secretary and I'm satisfied with how it works. But after a few warnings, he still kept his feelings for me. I had to take it off.

I know that love is everyone's right. He is entitled to have a sense but not if it affects our professional relationship. I couldn't hear any more gossip around us. Nor can it continue to let my colleague push me to get close to him.

The next week I deliberately took a leave of absence. He doesn't know. That way, I don't have to face a drama where she refuses to quit her job. It's been quite a drama in my life dealing with the woman I still love so much.

The people who passed me politely greeted me until I finally got into the car. The first place I went to was my parents' house. They invited me to dinner at their house.

The butler opened the door for me, and led me to the sitting room. I entered and was immediately greeted by Mama who walked over to me with a happy face. I received her hug and kiss on my cheek. Then I saw not only those in the sitting room, there were also two women and a man.

“You still remember Nora, ‘right? You met him on the plane when he went to London. Her mother and I are both going to have a charity concert next month. So, I'm taking them to dinner with us.” My mother pulled my hand to greet our three guests.

“Goodnight.” I took turns shaking their hands and sitting down, but Mama encouraged me to sit by the girl named Nora.

“See! Did I say. They are both a compatible couple.” Mom clapped her hands happily. I just stared at him without a word. But he purposely avoided my eyes.

“I heard the hotel you bought five years ago is growing rapidly. Do you have any plans to buy another hotel that the owner neglected?” ask the man whose name I can't remember and I don't care.

“No, Om. I won't have time to manage two hotels at once,” I replied honestly.

“You can pick up someone to help you manage it. My daughter has long been my representative and she works perfectly. You can elevate him to General Manager at your second hotel,”, the man suggested.

“Thank you for the offer, Om.” I don't want to be disrespectful by refusing, but also don't want to give hope by saying yes.

A waiter knocked on the door and told her that dinner was ready. Mom immediately took us all to the dining room. I stood up and followed the old men who walked ahead of us. My steps stopped feeling a hand holding my arm.

“True, ‘kan, what did I say? We will definitely meet again. Do you now believe that we are a match?” ask the woman when our parents are out of the room.

“I already have a soul mate,” I said firmly. He put his hand on my arm.

“You can no longer lie to me for that reason. I already know that you and your wife are divorced,” she said confidently. I pulled my arm until the handle slipped off. Why can't these women understand as well?

“I am still married to her and we will never divorce.”