We, Without Me

Showdown

The footsteps were in a hurry. Rough treading produces a great echo that is not heard at all by the owner of the step. His focus was only on one center, Yuki who was dancing in his mind.

“Pak, for a meeting at the main branch?"

"Please handle it. I have important business" Keven said quickly to his assistant, a male figure who recently served as Keven's right-hand man due to the Boss leaving the job too often. Of course because of a new hobby of spying on the ex-wife.

But unfortunately for a few days the routine was forcibly stopped. All because Keven had to be outside the City, solving a problem in one of the storerooms of foodstuffs his restaurant was devoured by the red boy.

Honestly Keven's mind branched out incoherently. His brain was full of burdens and responsibilities that had to be completed. Whether it's about restaurant losses or even liability to some injured workers, including maintenance costs. Obviously Keven can't take his hands off.

"I?" parroting in disbelief as he pointed to himself, the man who was just as tired as Keven stopped dragging the metallic suitcase he was carrying.

"Yes, you ..” said Keven while nodding briefly as if affirming his words. “One more time, you took a taxi. I will change the cost personally. Ask the driver who brought my car here to come home with you. He's from the branch restaurant."

That's what Keven said before he finally left. He leaves the call driver, who is also a part-time worker at his restaurant, awkwardly interacting with the assistant Keven left behind with a myriad of agendas.

While Keven himself has rushed forward the car with impatience. She misses Yuki a lot. The body and soul of the past few days are like thirsty when without a second can look at Yuki even from a distance though.

Not even counting how many times Keven honked in vain. Even though only 30 seconds of traffic lights change from red to green, but it seems to have taken millions of time to successfully seize the entire supply of oxygen around him. Suddenly Keven's car felt stuffy and hot. Keven has trouble breathing over the restlessness and frenzy that rages on to master sanity.

Still with his index finger tapping on the edge of the window of the opened car, Keven let out a rough breath from his mouth. For a moment his attention was piqued by the shakes of a cellphone that was not new once screamed.

Clik.

Without answering or even looking at the contents of the message and who the caller was terrorizing, Keven just turned off his phone. Throwing his tense back waiting for the change of traffic lights with little satisfaction because it can return to speed.

The current state of Keven is completely overturned. Keven was conscious and could only laugh. Prioritizing Alia makes her fall into a pit of stupidity too sweet to let go. Unfortunately Keven remained mired and did not intend to leave, while the sweet taste he just wanted to taste had evaporated into space, leaving himself slowly eroded by fragility.

"May you still buy lunch outside" muttered Keven as he gripped tightly at the steering wheel. Recalling the almost missed time from the previous hours when he managed to see Yuki order a serving of pecel, hodgepodge or just ice shake at the street vendor. At first glance a knot smile adorns the corner of Keven's lips that are pulled upwards.

If at the beginning of the wedding Keven deliberately keep his distance, sometimes go home late at night so as not to cross paths with Yuki who is still awake. Now when the bond disappears he must hide tightly to steal a view so as not to be caught by Yuki who is clearly uncomfortable in his presence.

Cheek up!

Keven brake pedals stomp forcefully with sharp bulging eyes. He stopped his car not far from Yuki's office. Keven's smile faded. Anger and jealousy slammed Keven's chest together. It was like being shot by a cannon, exploding and disintegrating all alone. His hands were clenched tightly with jaws hardened and teeth grinding. He still saw Dion's hand that was clearly holding Yuki's hair.

Without a second thought Keven got out of his parked car. Determined to bring the women who once owned back in the deck.

"Mas Dion can't?" gerutu Yuki while patting his sore nape. His head was tilted for more than 5 minutes.

"Edit aja deh.”

“Seenaknya. Can be bald if cut there!” gerutu Yuki rejected Dion's proposal. But Yuki can see her hair stuck and twisting the pen is increasing, but it should be reduced because Dion explained earlier.

Now regret is useless. Yuki could only grieve himself for forgetting to have made a pen like a konde skewer, not a lizard like his hysterical scream earlier when feeling a cold solid object infiltrating his hair roll.

Grunting in annoyance, Yuki could imagine her hair being wrapped around like a snack of a millipede egg roll.

“Iya-iya ...,” said Dion gently with moving fingers shrewdly unraveling every strand of Yuki's stranded hair. “You don't move much. Makin nam"

Bugh!

Dion had not yet finished his sentence, a pull and a raw bogeman landed right on his handsome face. Successfully staggered Dion and landed his ass in the paving of Yuki's office parking lot. Practically heat and pain instantly spread in some parts of Dion's body.

"Suck!" keven Ompat. He gripped the collar of Dion's shirt still sitting on the paving with a surprised and confused expression.

Bugh!

"Sway from my wife!" keven unknowingly recognizes Yuki as his wife again.

"Wife?" dion replied with a petty look while smiling sideways, clutching Keven's grip that choked his neck. His tightly clenched hand was eager to avenge Keven's bogeman who was hurting his precious assets, what else if not the handsome face he could make sure would turn black.

With his chest puffing up defiantly, approaching staring giddy, Dion smirked thinly while saying, “already feel victorious? No, you lost!” The gel seasoned with Dion's ruckus ignited Keven's fury.

Jealousy makes Keven lose his mind. He was blinded to the dark emotions that devoured his soul as well as his shrinking self-confidence. It is inevitable that self-disbelief generates a tantrum that honestly wants to be directed at itself.

One punch is met with a stalk. Clutches and swearing are thrown low together. It looks fierce and sounds cynical. Divorced by a few strangers.

Keven who was furious blindly before his eyes this Yuki almost thought was an illusion. Wherever Keven could ever be loved could be as frustrating as it was with the deep sadness behind the mask of anger. Yuki is surprised, but does not believe the words of Keven who still calls himself a wife.

“You're his wife?!” dion asked Yuki. His eyes kept on Keven's fierce glare which had already made his lower jaw throb with each move. He is also still banned 2 foreigners so as not to return to wrestling.

Looking at it with a smooth pain, Yuki's eardrum seemed as if it had just been pinched. While Keven was still growling annoyed while rubbing his face rough.

“Ki ...,” call Keven soft with slightly vibrating sound. His hand stretched out to grab Yuki. Of course he is also still banned by unknown people. Damn the body of the ex-wife who stayed away a step successfully squeezed the heart of Keven.

The sight of the two men who were clearly fighting over a woman certainly attracted the attention of many pairs of eyes. Everything is covered with maximum strength. Some openly observe even in style to block when there is a dispute, but there are also those who secretly put eyes and ears pretentious not caring but watching. The rest obviously don't care.

“Sorry for the small disturbance. This is a common misunderstanding. We know each other,” Dion suddenly cupped both hands to strangers still on standby around him, Yuki and Keven.

Dion continued to try to disperse the small crowd that was striking the eye. No one believed Dion's words. It seems clear the chaotic appearance of the three main characters who were battered, except Yuki who was messy because of his own actions.

Yes, still because of the prick konde abal-abal which is now transformed like an egg roll version of dreadlocks. Yuki had not been able to explain again because his attention was sucked into the brutal action of the two adult men who stood staring fixedly at him.

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Tak.

"Solve your problems personally. Not in any office environment what else working hours. Don't make our office image damaged!" firmly the woman who served as Yuki's superior.

"Yes, Mom." Nod Yuki weakly with her head lowered in despair.

The room that was only sealed with transparent glass walls clearly made Yuki a spectacle of his co-workers while completing their respective tasks.

'If I get fired, I cut off both of their heads!' sulk Yuki was angry in his heart.

"I don't know what your problem is. But once again there is such a commotion, you must be prepared for the consequences. That cheap news gets to the head office faster." Those eagle-sharp eyes managed to make Yuki shudder in horror. Plus the sound of a finger tap on the table that accompanies every word spoken.

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In the previous chapter it turns out I forgot to say thank you yes .. have been in a hurry to make up 😁

Thank you for waiting for Yuki😘