Your Cold CEO belongs to me

Sufficiently

Walk through the apartment from the living room, kitchen to enter the room. The tiny apartment that was enough for this little family, was too luxurious for him to live alone and only to rest after work.

The contract period of this apartment is still very long, not even a month he lives here, but why the longer he feels inappropriate and worthy to be in this very luxurious place.

Let's lay her body on the bed, brain-twisting how to be free from the guilt that bothers her.

His mind wandered away considering the early journey he met Jonathan, until officially became a lover. It feels too short.

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Meanwhile day after day, Jonathan makes up for his guilt by spending more than half of his time accompanying Stella in the hospital.

Like this afternoon, Jonathan took the time to come to the hospital just to feed Stella lunch.

"The mouth is opened even wider, dong, La," lamented Jonathan.

"sick." Stella grimaces. His physical condition has improved. The bruises on his face and neck had already faded. Only sometimes his breath is still wheezing and easily tired.

"Good day." A heavy and dignified yet friendly voice greeted the two of them cheerfully.

"Hi, Om," said Jonathan. He got up from his seat and greeted Raditya and the three people standing behind him.

"Hopefully we don't bother ya, Jo," Raditya said smiling a little wryly.

"No, Om. Stella's done lunch."

Raditya and the three men who were with him walked up to Stella who was already able to sit half-lying down.

"Where are you, Stella?" ask Raditya gently.

"Well," said Stella without a voice with lips reviewing a thin smile.

"Stella, meet this colleague of mine named Ibu Wulan and Ibu Desi them from the institution of psychology and this is Mr. Sarwono his team of investigators from our unit. Can we have a minute of your time, Stella?"

Stella's originally bright face, turned grim after Raditya introduced the three people behind her. His feeling said, these three people who are with Raditya will extract something from him.

"Good day, Stella. Sorry to interrupt his break. Stella can call me Mother Wulan and this is Missi." The two women sat on the bedside chair, while Raditya and the other man stood behind them.

Stella did not answer, nodding her head. Instead he threw his gaze towards the window of the room that led to the street. The two middle-aged adult women looked at each other and smiled faintly.

"We just want to talk to you. That's if Stella doesn't mind." Stella directed her gaze at Raditya with a pleading gaze while Jonathan sat on the sofa observing from afar.

"Stella, we need your help to catch the perpetrator who did evil to you" Raditya said, "Can you help us?"

Stella stared straight at the ceiling while the three people who came with Raditya asked questions in turn. Jonathan chose to leave the room because he could not control his guilt.

"Did that man hurt your body, Stella?" ask the softest Missi. Stella nodded with her eyes twinkling.

"Where?" Stella's hands were raised pointing at her cheeks, neck and face. As he touched his chest, his hands shook.

"Stella, thank God the bad guy didn't hurt you more than this. You are very valuable, dear," added Missi.

Stella's eyes search for the whereabouts of Jonathan who disappeared from her sight. Ever since the case was nearly raped, Stella felt increasingly worthless in the man's eyes. But Jonathan's attitude softens and provides time to accompany him in the hospital, making his confidence begin to grow, but now as he recounts all in front of these two women and Jonathan disappears he again feels a sense of rejection.

"Stella, can you help me identify the perpetrator?" The sharp-eyed man standing at Raditya's side let out a voice. Seeing that Stella did not refuse, the man took out a few pieces of paper from inside his big bag.

The man showed one by one, sheets of paper with a sketch of the man's face towards Stella.

The longer the man opened sheet by sheet, Stella's breathing grew irregular. His head was eager to be turned away from the sketch of the face on the paper, but his eyes were hard to move from there.

"Is there anything you know, Stella?" ask the man. Stella shook her head hard, "Try you to pay attention again and remember again." Stella shook her head even harder, her breathing becoming more irregular.

"Already, Mr. Sarwono. We continue tomorrow." Raditya pulled the arm of his partner.

"But it's been too long, sir. We'll lose the suspect if we don't move early." Mr. Sarwono continued to insist, "Please look once more, Stella. There must be one you know here. You don't want 'there will be another victim after this?" said Mr. Sarwono a little half-forcible.

While the two women from the psychology institution, trying to block Mr. Sarwono who will re-open the sketch sheet that he holds.

"Hhhhh .. pehrghii .. pherghiiiii!" Stella smashed all the papers proffered in front of her face.

"Please get out first, sir." Raditya's orders.

"Ta--" No time for Mr. Sarwono to continue his sentence, Raditya had already pulled his arm out of Stella's treatment room.

"Rpa ... Mr. Radit a little more." Mr. Sarwono tried to bid again on Raditya.

"Enough! i'm your superior. I order you to stop interrogating for today. You should as an investigator know the victim's mental state." Raditya stared intently at his companion, then slowly his tension decreased. He looked at his companion as a friend, "I'm disappointed in you, Sar. She is not a victim of robbery or fraud, but a victim of kidnapping and almost raped" Raditya said slowly as his eyes searched for Jonathan's whereabouts in the hospital hallway.

"I'm sorry, sir. Maybe I'm too excited to be trusted to handle this case." Sarwono lowered his head in a ready body position in front of his superior.

"Alright, you wait in the--"

"Aaaaaaaa ...." Unfinished Raditya spoke, Stella's screams from inside the room made her run away into the treatment room again.

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