Without Looking

Episode 17: No Contract

"We'll talk later!" Pinta Zian who answered a nod was also a smile by Rista.

Put both hands in his pants pocket. Step Zian out of the room. His eyes were fixed on the figure of a man who was indeed familiar, when Zian arrived in the living room. The man politely stood up to welcome Zian. Zian stepped closer.

"What's the matter, Fan? Why are you here? Is there a problem with SPBU?" Zian asked as he sat cross-legged in front of Effan.

Effan himself is the Chief of Staff at Zian's 2nd SPBU. The man sat down and smiled. He presented a gift parcel large enough. Zian slightly knitted his brows, staring at the rose-drawn wrapping.

"What's this?" Ask Zian.

Shamefully Effan explained. His hands slightly he squeezed, there was a sense of nervousness faced with his boss.

"Sorry sir. This is a gift from me and the other staff. Earlier I apologized for not being able to attend my father's wedding reception."

"Oh, but don't bother. I have no problem not being given a gift either. What matters is that you keep working well. But.." Zian took the gift, slightly lifting it up indicating that he received it. "Thank you. Say thank you to the others too." Zian put the gift on the side sofa. He looked at Effan again. "Oh yes, tomorrow I want to go to SPBU. I want to check our caffe manufacture." Zian was clear then.

Effan nodded in understanding.

"Okay sir, I understand. Then I'll go straight home sir." Pamit Effan standing up.

Zianpun stood up.

"Go home? Don't want to have dinner here?" Zian asked, putting both hands back into his pocket.

"No sir. No, thank you very much. I stopped by intentionally after work. So, I'm just going to go home." Effan slightly lowered his head for a moment saluting Zian.

Zian smiled.

"Yes, if you don't want to. I'll drive to the front."

Zian and Effan walked together towards the exit. Zian escorted Effan to the doorstep. Effan said goodbye again and also said hello before leaving.

Closed by Zian's door to the house. Back Zian stepped foot to immediately go to the room. Slowly opened the door of his room, he saw Rista who was talking with Bi Maya his assistant. Worry again enveloped Zian's heart. Should he be honest now? The girl who was laughing crisply in front of him, looked so innocent. How did he react to knowing this reality?

Zian sighed. Grip on the doorknob he moaned. Open wider room door. Walk slowly, approaching the two people who are busy talking.

Bi Maya who realized the presence of the master immediately stood up. Down a sign of respect.

"Eh, sir. I'm sorry I was talking to Non Rista." Bi Maya.

Zian, who was staring at Rista, turned to look at Bi Maya.

"It's okay to be bi."

Bi Maya who understood its existence would only be a burning mosquito repellent, glancing at Rista for a moment. Then leave to get out.

"Non, I'm out first! If non need anything non directly call me." Bi Maya. The middle-aged woman lowered her body walking past Zian.

"I'll excuse you, sir." Bi Maya said with a polite nod.

Zian did not reply, he only nodded in small understanding. After Bi Maya came out and closed the door. Zian stepped back, his feet stepping quietly towards the peach-colored sofa in front of the bed. Sitting quietly on the sofa, crossed his legs. Zian still remained silent yet said. His gaze was straight at the door in front of him.

Rista who did not feel the movement of the bed. Thinking Zian was indeed not sitting beside him. The girl was curious where the husband was.

"Bag.."

He called Zian, but there was no answer from Zian. The man took a long breath. His eyes showed the seriousness of what was about to come out of his mouth.

"About our marriage, it's all a charade." Zian is silent again.

Rista scrunched his forehead. I don't understand what Zian's talking about. Curious Ristapun asked.

"Theatricality? What do you mean, mas?"

"Yes. Our marriage is a charade. This marriage came about because of compulsion. I was forced to marry you, because grandfather's insistence was also your grandfather's threat. Actually, I've never loved you. From the beginning I met you, hate the first one in my heart. This marriage is the biggest misfortune of my life, if it wasn't for the company I wouldn't want to marry a blind woman like you. Just think! Which man would willingly spend the rest of his life with a troublesome blind woman was also weak and helpless? There won't be, except for a reason." Clearly Zian with a cold tone. Feeling relieved Zian's heart, he was finally able to reveal everything. Let Rista get hurt. Isn't this better? If someone else were to dismantle all this. Wouldn't it hurt more?

The girl sitting at the end of the bed could say nothing. It hurts too much, reality is sometimes very difficult to accept. And the fact that Zian only lied about his love, really made Rista's heart hurt. How could Zian say that? After everything he had done on Rista's day. How could it be that everything was a lie? In fact Rista felt that everything Zian did was a sincerity. Maybe Rista was wrong. Not sincerity, but cleverness. Zian's cleverness sets the word. The seduction also conquered Rista's heart, then destroyed it as fast as lightning, even with just an honesty. Honesty is so painful.

Then is it wrong if Rista is hurt because she has already fallen in love with him? Falling in love that he shouldn't have. Love is not to blame, is it?

Squeezing fingers. Rista endured the pain in his heart by squeezing his fingers. Don't know what he's got to say. Only tears expressed her pain. Tears that do not want to stop flowing from the ends of the eyes that are increasingly hot. His mind was slashed, it hurt so much.

Zian took a quick glance at Rista, before returning to explain the purpose of the conversation. Zian doesn't care anymore. Already gone, Ristapun already menagis. Let him face this reality.

"But that's not the point. It's not all a problem. I've brushed aside my ego by agreeing to marry you. And I hope you can do the same. There will be no contract or agreement in this marriage. I just need understanding. I intend to marry the physically perfect woman I love after this marriage. For our marriage I hope you can play a good part in this play. Instead, I let you find the true love you want. Please! You can bring any man into this house. In fact, if you need to go to the Club tonight! Find a guy who suits you! If you have it, tell me. I took you off after that. Hows it? That sounds fair, doesn't it? I got what I wanted, so did you. There's no deal, so as long as you haven't got that true love you're still my wife."

What puncture hit Rista's heart? It felt like thousands of daggers were pouring down on hearts that had embedded a sense of hope there as well. A taste that has even borne romance is also love. But, now wither like stung by the scorching sun. Fattered to the head is meaningless. All the flavors he guards for a future guiding light. Now it's actually on the wrong guy. His love is a mistake. Rista could not hear Zian's explanation. What did he say just now? Looking for a guy at the Night Club? That's how he judged Rista? Rista was completely speechless, his mouth as if it was locked. Busy shaking withstanding bitter heart. He tried to bite the lip, hoping the vibrations would stop. However, Rista's ridiculous actions. His actions only added to his heart's shock. His eyes kept on shedding tears. He could not bear the ringing of the clear circle, continued to break just like that.

The more Rista tried to endure it, the more wild the tears were to break.

It would be impossible for Rista to continue to be in that place. Just wanted to run, but it was impossible. The girl loudly stood up, no matter what Zian responded. He dared to walk without the help of a stick. His hands were faithfully palpated, but not as usual. His roar this time was so fast, as if he wanted to quickly find the exit.

Rista's hand instantly trembled. He accidentally nudged the Glass Vase in the corner of the room. Of course, without the help of a stick Rista would be in a daze. It was dark, not knowing what was in front of it. Fear enveloped his heart. The shards of glass look like they're rubbing their ears. Waitaminute! It was just a shard of glass, but why was it so painful for Rista? Maybe not because of the broken glass. However, his broken heart made such a small incident feel so heartbreaking.

Zian walked quickly over to Rista. With his swearing Zian pulled Rista's trembling hand.

"Are you stupid?! What do you want to prove? What huh? Want to prove you can walk without a cane? Or without looking you can know the existence of the Vase and destroy it?!" Zian's snap instantly made Rista return to shed tears.

Trouble the girl held her throat that felt blocked. With tears Rista tried to rebel. Zian's hands were so rough.

"Deliver! Let go of me mas! I'm going home. What am I here for? You hate me the same." Rista Firmly.

Zian looked up at Rista's behavior. Forced Zian to take off the grunts on Rista's wrist. His hands floated in the air, as if he did not know what to do. Zian had not expected Rista to be so injured, clearly visible from the tears that had run down her cheeks.

Step back Rista. He did not care, already feel lucky Zian wanted to take off his hand. Suddenly the girl grimaced in pain, slowly lifting her right leg. Like something was piercing in the soles of his feet, it hurt.

Zian who saw that, immediately looked at the foot that Rista had raised. Zian was surprised not to play. The man knelt down immediately, slowly raising Rista's legs. Rista went back grimacing. Feeling the feet getting stiffer when lifted. A drop of blood stained the white floor. Zian cursed at the instant he saw the wound on Rista's soles.

"Are you crazy?! What do you think? Because of your own stupidity, your feet are hurt."

Rista felt his body drift suddenly. Apparently Zian immediately carried the girl. Rista wanted to refuse, but her limp body was unable to fight Zian. Carrying a bridal style, Zian brought Rista to the top of the bed to sit there. Then deftly Zian examined the wound on the sole of Rista's foot. Rista grimaced in pain, as Zian pulled the broken glass there.

"Shut up! It's gonna hurt a little." Zian resolutely. He then took the P3K tool in the nightstand drawer.

Clean the wound, then wrap it. Disela Zian treated Rista's wounds. Unceasingly the girl grimaced with cries. It was not the pain of his legs that made Rista doubtful, but rather his inner pain felt Zian's treatment. Didn't that guy just say he didn't love Rista? But why is his attitude still so attentive?

"Please mas! Why are you like this? What exactly are you planning? Do you want to toss my heart into the clouds, then just blow it away? What exactly is mas? Don't treat me like this! It really hurts. Is it wrong that I love you so much? Until I was so greedy that you were the true love." Ogre Rista in heart, his mouth still faithfully grimaced.

A few minutes later Zian finished dressing Rista's wounds. Zian glanced at Rista who was already asleep. Tears still faithfully drip. I don't know what happened to that girl. Maybe Rista cried in a dream. His eyes were tightly closed, it seemed like he had slept well.

Back Zian put the P3K box into the drawer. Then stand up and cover Rista's body to the chest. Zian sighed before he straightened up, then walked out of the room.

Zian opened the refrigerator, took a bottle of water and drank it. His eyes glanced at Bi Maya who entered from the back door. Bi Maya seems to have just finished taking out the trash, seen from her hands that are still wearing yellow gloves.

"Bi!"

"Yes sir." Bi Maya Sahut.

Zian then wore a suit that he had hung on his arm.

"I'm going to Hendri's house. Please take care of Rista!" Pinta Zian while tidying up his suit. Then it passed leaving Bi Maya, without waiting for the maid's answer.

"Good sir." Bi Maya replied after Zian passed.

Zian stepped out. He took the key from his pants pocket, then pressed the button to unlock the car remotely.

Tits,

Zian opened the car door, then got in. The black Honda Civic. At standard speed, Zian's car drove into one of the complexes.

The car stops right in the house of minimalist style ash. Zian honked. Before long a middle-aged security guard opened the gate. The car was parked right in the yard.

Zian did not hesitate, after locking back his car, he immediately knocked on the door.

From behind the door as usual Hendri stared at the astonished arrival of Zian.

"Well what are you here for?" Ask Hendri.

Zian got rid of Hendri's body which Zian felt was blocking the road.

"Gue wants to hide." Briefly Zian, enter as usual.

Hendri closed the door. Staring at Zian with a probing look.

"Lo why? Same with Rista?"

"So. I'm just a bosen at home." Zian answered, then sat down on the sofa. Stretch out his hands, then massage the base of his nose. Take a long breath.

"Lying huh? You must have a problem, right?" Ask Hendri who is now sitting on the sofa beside Zian.

"It's none of your business." Zian replied still twitching the base of the nose. His eyes closed, then opened slowly. His gaze glanced at a photo on the glass table. Instantly Zian narrowed his eyes, as if probing who the person behind the photo was. Zian raised his hand from the base of his nose, his hand turned to touch the photo before him.

The photo was taken, showing it to Hendri. Zian was interested, it felt like he was no stranger to the person behind the photo.

"Who is this girl?" Zian looked at Hendri.

Hendri immediately snatched the photo.

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