They Say, I'm a Liar

I Need You!

Three months have passed since Ivander became CEO of Bratajaya Corporation. For three months, Qeiza has been his personal secretary. Every day the widow began her morning, helping Ivander wear a tie. Even Ivander deliberately ordered a small chair made of wood, to make it easier for Qeiza to attach a tie to him.

Ivander's smile grew, as Qeiza walked into her room. The man was ready for his position. Ivander had even prepared the small stool in front of him. So that Qeiza could directly climb the bench and put a tie on it for her.

It was the scent of Qeiza's body that the man missed the most, when they had to part every twilight.

Qeiza's round eyes, her soft smiley pink lips, were an encouragement to Ivander.

But this morning, he didn't see that smile. Qeiza looked a little upset.

“Why you?”

“I'm upset with Mr!” Netra Ivander was instantly rounded.

Pissed off? Qeiza was annoyed with him?

Ivander was confused. What made the woman in front of him feel annoyed at him? Ah, he didn't want Qeiza to feel upset with him.

“You what is my mistake? I'll fix it!”

“I'm tired, Sir. It's been over five months that I've worn a tie for you. But, why haven't you been able to do a little thing like this?”

Ivander laughs. “I can really wear my own tie?”

Immediately Ivander reopened, the tie that Qeiza had neatly woven.

“Kok opened again anyway, sir. Add my job only!” sulk Qeiza. The woman was about to get off the small bench, but Ivander held her back.

“You pay close attention.”

Ivander started wearing his own tie. “Tuh, I can right?” said proud. However, Qeiza instead snorted violently.

“Yang neat dong, Sir. It's not a knot to put a stretcher on, but make a tie! Make me work twice only,” oceh that woman. Ivander only smiled as he watched Qeiza blabber while confirming her tie back.

“How about I don't exist. Who will pair your tie?!”

“Where are you going? Want to resign?”

“Can I suddenly die suddenly," he said annoyed. However, Qeiza was instead shocked as Ivander clasped his palms together.

“Don't leave me, Qei. I can't without you.”

Netra Qeiza instantly rounded.

“I won't let you leave me. In fact, I didn't allow you to die. I need You, Qeiza Hikaru.”

Qeiza stared fixedly at Ivander's brownish netra. The handsome man's words almost made him flutter. However, Qeiza immediately regained consciousness. Ivander had a perfect wife who he loved very much. Ivander needs himself, definitely just for work, that's what Qeiza thought.

The woman curses herself who almost feels drifting with sentence after sentence thrown from Ivander's lips.

However, the question that came out of the man's lips next, again made Qeiza flabbergasted.

“Do you not intend to marry again, Qei?”

“What do you mean by Father?”

Not answering Qeiza's question, Ivander pulls the woman into his arms.

“Have you never felt this kind of beating, when close to me, Qei? Try to feel this heartbeat, Qei. This heart leaflet is always unfavorable, when I am near you.”

Qeiza was almost at a loss for words. However, while remembering Ivander was a married man, Qeiza thrashed and broke away from the man's embrace.

“I'm not happy, Qei. Our wedding feels hollow.”

Ivander tied her body with the woman, and hugged Qeiza from behind. Ivander even sunk his head into the curves of Qeiza's neck, and inhaled deeply the woman's fragrant body.

Ivander swiped his nose at the curve of Qeiza's neck. The woman bristled. Qeiza, who has not had a man's touch for a long time, closes her eyes, enjoying Ivander's touch. The man managed to make Qeiza lulled for a moment with his game. Moreover, Ivander managed to give a few lines of ownership on the neck of Qeiza.

Almost Qeiza hissed because of that sensation. The ringing sound of his cell phone, managed to make the woman aware of the madness that enjoyed the touch of Ivander. The touch of a married man.

Qeiza forced Ivander to let go of her embrace.

“Sorry Sir. I don't want to be the cause of someone's household rift!”

With a slight run, Qeiza left the room. Leaving the riveted Ivander. Instead of just leaving Ivander's study, Qeiza even left the office.

Riding a taxi that happened to pass by, the woman came to a cemetery complex.

“Today I hurt a woman, Mas. I hugged someone's husband,” Qeiza said at her husband's grave. “Is it because I'm a widow, Mom? Is it because I'm a widow, that everyone is acting against me? Is it because I'm a widow, so everyone sneers at me? Why did you make me a widow, Mom?! Why did you leave me?!”

Qeiza cried so much over her husband's belly button. He is able to work hard to meet the needs of the child. He could not care about the slanted speech of those around him. She accepted her destiny as a widow. But now, he was no longer able to not blame fate.

This was all because Qeiza felt so guilty for enjoying the touch after touch that Ivander had given her, who in fact was someone's husband.

“Newly this time I feel myself so despicable, Mas.” The woman was crying again.

For nearly an hour, Qeiza sat in front of her husband's grave. Telling his complaints after almost two years of widowhood.

And from that day on, Qeiza was no longer friendly to Ivander. Qeiza no longer went into the man's study to wear her tie. Qeiza won't interact with the man, if it's not about work.

This is the third day Ivander didn't put a tie on his work clothes. Ringing the phone at the desk, making the woman stop her work.

“Iya Pak.”

“You can go to my room now, Qei?” ask Ivander gently.

“Data that you requested for Friday's meeting, not yet finished, sir. Later when it is finished I will take it to the room Mr.”

“No problem, just take it to my room, we work together to quickly finish.”

“No need, Sir. I can finish it myself!” ketus Qeiza's. The woman even disconnected the phone call unilaterally. Ivander let out a heavy sigh. Ivander's confused. I don't know what other reason he had to do, so that the woman would interact as usual with him. Though they often talk and throw jokes at each other, since he served as CEO of Bratajaya Corporation.

But now, Qeiza was no longer the same. Ever since that incident three days ago, ever since she had enjoyed the smooth neck of Qeiza, the woman would no longer greet her. There was not even a smile etched on those pink lips.

Qeiza always put on a flat face, talked potluck, no longer even cared about her. This made Ivander more worried from minute to minute. Today he can no longer hold back. Ivander misses Qeiza's bright smile. He longs to have a warm conversation with the widow of one child.

Ivander misses the body odor of Qeiza.

Dragging his steps, Ivander is now right in front of Qeiza's desk. Ordered directly to the woman, to immediately bring the work she was doing to the CEO's workspace.

Qeiza could no longer refuse, as Ivander had him in front of the other employees. With a lazy step and arrogant heart, forced Qeiza to obey the orders of his superiors.

“We work on the sofa, Qei,” Ivander said, as Qeiza placed a stack of files on the man's desk. Sighing in a rough breath, Qeiza again took the files and moved them on the table in front of the guest sofa.

“We work together yes, Qei. You suddenly the meeting was brought forward to Friday,” said Ivander. Ivander doesn't know what else to make up for, so that Qeiza wants to spend time together in her study, until finally the man chooses to lie.

Ivander repeatedly stole a look at the woman. Staring at the round eyes of Qeiza, her tiny nose, and the pink lips that again revealed her smile. Ivander misses the woman sitting next to him so much.

Though they still met every day, but the woman's cold treatment made her long for the warm attitude of Qeiza.