The Wife of the King's Pay

Chapter 85 The Other Love

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Alvian's car turns into an elite apartment location.

I don't know how many floors there are in that whitewashed building. What is certain is that the apartment is only inhabited by people who make money.

After parking her car, Alvian took Cleantha into the lobby.

"My apartment, no. 710, is on the seventh floor" Alvian said after they were in the elevator.

Alvian walked quickly to the door of his apartment.

"Clea, come closer. I'll show you how to open the door."

Without wasting any time, Alvian pasted the entrance access card.

"Watch the password well, don't forget. Or just write it down on your phone. If you forget the numbers, you won't be able to go inside. Maybe I can't come here every day to take you."

Cleantha nodded. He pulled out his phone and recorded the password that Alvian had given him.

The apartment door was open. Alvian went in first, turned on the lights so that the room became brightly lit.

Cleantha looked hesitant. He is still in the doorway.

"Come, Clea. It's already night. I'll show you where your room is" Alvian asked.

"I.iya, sir."

Cleantha looked around. There is a living room, kitchen, and three other rooms.

For the size of a single man like Alvian, the apartment was quite spacious. It may even be more suitable if used for newly married couples. But what caught his attention the most was a large piano in the middle of the room.

Seeing the piano, Cleantha recalled her school days. He was very interested in learning piano.

For him listening to the twang of music, can treat his sadness and loneliness. However, due to her family's economic limitations, Cleantha is forced to bury her dreams deeply.

"There are two rooms. The one in front is my room. You can use the room in the middle. That room no one's ever used because I haven't bought this apartment in a long time. While the one behind it I use as a workspace if I stay here" explained Alvian.

Alvian looked at Cleantha who was pensively staring at her piano.

"Can you play the piano? If you can use it to fill your free time. Playing the piano can eliminate boredom. Sometimes it can also make the mood better. That's how I feel from my own experience" Alvian said.

"I can't really play the piano, sir. Just understand the basics when I'm extracurricular at school."

"Then I'll teach you. Since I was a kid I've been practicing piano and I've been deepening it in London. So I'm quite capable of training you."

Alvian walked towards the kitchen.

"You can use this kitchen if you want to cook food. But I don't keep food in the fridge. There was only coffee, milk, and some canned food. Maybe later if I had a wife, then this fridge would be full."

Somehow hearing Alvian say so, Cleantha felt unwell. Alvian must have bought the apartment for his future wife. Or maybe in preparation for her marriage to Ayesha. But now Alvian lent him the apartment.

"All right, I'm leaving now. Oh yeah, every morning there's a waitress coming to clean my apartment. She's a middle-aged woman, her name is Ibu Nur. You can ask him for help if you need anything" Alvian said as he walked away.

"Sir, wait. I am very grateful for the kindness of my Father. But I don't want to trouble you anymore. I'll just stay here for a while until I find a new place to live."

Alvian looked at him with a sharp look. His expression showed dislike.

"Bother? So you still consider me a stranger after a series of hardships we went through together?"

"Sir, that's not what I mean. I just owe you too much" replied Cleantha bowing her head.

"It's free to argue with you. If you do not want to receive my help for free, then you can pay for this apartment every month. Let's just say I was kind enough to rent out my apartment for a boarding room. But don't repeat your words" Alvian said as he walked away.

From her high tone of voice, Cleantha could guess if Alvian was angry with her.

Cleantha was confused as to what to do. The man had been very gentle with her, but now he became angry just because of his "troublesome" and "indebted".

"Am I mispronouncing Mr. Alvian? Tomorrow I have to apologize to him. Maybe I need to do something as my apology. Today I too have gone too far with cursing and blaming Mr. Alvian."

Cleantha looked towards the kitchen. Suddenly he got a brilliant idea.

"Tomorrow after work I'll go shopping for a while. I'll cook dinner for Mr. Alvian,"

Cleantha walked towards her room. The room looks clean with modern minimalist style furniture. The sky blue sheets still look neat. The room had never been touched by anyone else.

Cleantha put her bag on the floor. Take out her sleeping pajamas and head to the bathroom.

He deliberately kept silent, enjoying the swift radiance of warm water coming from the shower.

Cleantha was trying to get rid of the barrage of bad events that had befallen her today. Everything happens in a row. But the most painful thing was the actions of King Adhiyaksa.

Her ex-husband took her job. And as a compensation for silence, the King then gave a large amount of money in nominal terms. This act of the King was outrageous and plunged lara into the recesses of Cleantha's heart.

"Master King is a heartless man. I regret having loved her before. Tomorrow I have to return the five hundred million to him, and I don't have to deal with the Lord King anymore. May my divorce be expedited by the court, too,"

cleantha.

After the bath, Cleantha put on her sleeping pajamas. He went to bed and laid himself on a soft bed.

Looking up at the high ceiling of the room, Cleantha felt alone in the spacious apartment.

No doubt, fear began to overwhelm him. Maybe she should be alone in her pregnancy. No husband, no friends, no family.

Can she struggle to give birth to her child without the support of anyone. Then he had to assume great responsibility as a single parent for his son later. How long can he survive through all that?

Cleantha stroked her own stomach, trying to calm her raging feelings.

Unable to fall asleep, Cleantha decided to get out of bed. He came out of the room to get a glass of water in the kitchen.

As she passed by the living room, Cleantha paused for a moment. He only realized that in the living room was displayed several photos of Alvian.

Cleantha approached and looked at the photos one by one.

There is a picture of Alvian who was a child, when he was about five years old, then his picture before adolescence, and when he was growing up.

With her right hand, Cleantha took a photo of Alvian's childhood.

"From childhood Mr. Alvian is already handsome. Is the King like this too? But they are both very different, like the earth and the sky. If my son is a boy, I hope he looks more like Mr. Alvian. Kind, intelligent, and wise,"

cleantha smiled.

Cleantha put down the photo and felt strange with her own feelings.

"Why do I think nothing of Mr. Alvian? Maybe it's because of my pregnancy hormones that my mind's messed up. I'd better get some sleep now,"

thought Cleantha put down a photo of Alvian.

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Alvian opened the door of his house slowly. Hoping not to make a noise that would wake her mother up.

But who would have thought his mother was still in the middle room.

"Al, your tumben is coming home. Weren't you in the apartment for four days" said Ms. Marina folded her hands.

"What brings you here? Have you changed your mind and followed your advice? You're gonna apologize to Ayesha, right?" ask Ny. Marina urged Alvian.

"Ma, I just got home and Mama's been talking about Ayesha. How many times do I have to say, I can't continue with Ayesha. I don't love her. Let me rest, Ma," said Alvian walking up the second-floor stairs.

"Al, you keep saying you don't love Ayesha. Then who do you really love? Are you secretly in a relationship with a girl? If so, you should introduce the girl first to Mama" she shouted. Marina from under the stairs.

Alvian stopped and looked towards Ny. The marina.

"I'm an adult, Ma. Don't treat me like a child. I do love a woman, but I have to wait until she is ready to accept my love. And if that time comes, then I'll take her to see Mama" Alvian said back down the stairs.

Mrs. Marina could only hide her frustration at the behavior of Alvian who had always opposed her will. His only child was indeed a heart of gold, but that was precisely what became his weak point.

"I need to find out as soon as possible who Alvian loves. I will make an appointment with Ayesha and ask her directly. As her mother, I had to prevent Alvian from connecting with an obscure woman. Lest he end up like a King who marries a girl from the lower classes,"

batin Ny's. Marina made up her mind.

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