MY HUSBAND IS NOT A MURDERER
EPISODE 033
The morning arrived. The rising sun from the eastern horizon waters the whole world with its rays. Autumn has arrived.
Dry leaves fell and scattered the streets of the city, and the broomstickers began to work to clean the dry leaves.
A company that houses reporters and reporters in the city, TRABUNNEWS, where Roy works.
Seen on his desk, Roy still sleeps on his back in his chair. His hair and shirt are gone.
After filling in the news overnight and making a lot of profit, Roy invited all employees in his office, treated him to drinks in his own office, and slept until the morning because he was stoned.
Only Roy was still at work, while the reporters and other employees were already working at that time.
That morning an adult woman woke Roy from his sleep. He was the boss of the company.
“Hey, wakeup! Back Roy!” The boss patted Roy on the shoulder. “It's noon. You gotta get up. Look at the people around you. Other employees have already started working.”
“Gosh. Get the fuck out of here, boss! I'm still very sleepy. Didn't you also get results, from what I got last night?” Roy yawns still doesn't open his eyes.
“Wah, really, Scramble this one! Are you crazy?”
*BLOCK!!! “Aduh!” Roy held his ear because the boss stumbled.
“See that! You're wanted again. He won't do any interviews except with you.” The boss glanced at a woman sitting in the waiting room.
“Sial! Who else this time?” Roy's still yawning.
*PLAK!!! “Hei, Berandal. See it!” The boss slapped Roy on the cheek and pointed his chair towards the woman sitting in the waiting room. “That's Oliv,” whispers.
“Gosh!” Roy surprised. His eyes are wide open. He got off his chair and hid behind his desk.
“Wah, it looks like we will be showered with more money,” exclaimed The Boss.
Roy scrunched his forehead telling his boss to shut up.
“Why?” ask the Boss crouching.
“Bos, look at me! How do I look at this time?”
“You are very bad. You look like a padlock.”
“Jeez, shit!” Roy stomped his feet on the floor. She never expected to meet Oliv, her ex-boyfriend at work. “Bos, can you bring me or buy me a shirt and wet wipes?”
“What do you mean?”
“Wah, unbelievable. I mean. actually Oliv and I. Ah, that's what I mean,” said Roy groggy.
“What is it? Just say!”
“She was my first love as well as my ex.”
“WAH!! REALLY?” The boss shut his mouth unexpectedly.
“I can't let him see me like this.”
“How long has it been since you last saw him?” The boss was curious.
“Maybe 14 or 13 years ago, right after I passed SMA.”
“Wah, look at me!” The Boss holding onto both cheeks Roy saw his disheveled appearance. “This is so bad. Your condition is terrible.”
“Please me, Boss!”
The Boss nodded and picked up some of the shirt suits in his room, as Roy skipped to go to the bathroom.
Half an hour passed. Roy had already changed his clothes and invited Oliv to have a chat.
Roy invites Oliv to speak at a coffee shop not far from Roy's office.
2 Cups of iced coffee are served on the table. They both look at each other. Lousy.
“You've been living in Vladivostok all this time. It's weird, we never cross each other at all.” Roy started the conversation.
“Ah, you're right.” Roy blushed. “Vladivostok is a metropolitan city even by global standards. I'm quite happy to stay here.” Roy occasionally sipped iced coffee.
“Looks like, you've also changed a lot from what you used to. You are getting beautiful,” said Roy grimacing.
“Hmm. Really?”
“Sure. You used to be surrounded by friends and laugh at dime. You are also like a very popular idol star at that time, no wonder if you have been an actor and taught in the theater studio.”
“I can't keep living like a popular idol star since I found out that my father is a serial killer.” Oliv.
“Yes, I understand that.” Roy breathed. “Omong-by the way, how do you work? You still teach at sanggar?”
Oliv looked back. “I've been fired just because of a rumor that has been widely circulated, saying I'm a serial killer's son.”
Oliv always looked around the shop. He felt like someone was stalking him.
“Roy, can we go from here?”
“Go? Wh why? Are you busy? You haven't even said anything from earlier.”
“It's not so, Roy. You see the guy behind me?”
Roy dyed looking around.
“Don't see it, Roy! We can be caught.”
“Yes, I saw it. Who is he?” ask Roy lirih.
“He's a journalist like you from another company. He thinks you've been hiding Arthur. He has always been following me, as rumors started to spread.”
“Gosh. Isn't that stalking? You can't let him keep following you. I'll kick him out of here.”
“No, Roy!” Oliv held Roy's hand that was already standing. “I don't want to cause a fuss and give him something to write about. We'd better go. We better talk in a quieter place. It's about something important.”
“Good. Follow me!” Roy pulls Oliv's hand and gets him into the car.
“Hmm. Turns out you live comfortably.” Oliv looks at the interior of Roy's SUV which is very luxurious.
BMW X1 with manual transmission. The whole car seat uses real leather and looks shiny when viewed.
“Ah, not really. I've been saving up for 7 years to buy this.” Roy grinned widely.
He played a song in his car. Songs that are always heard when they are in a relationship. An awkward atmosphere ensued. The two looked at each other and turned their faces.
“To be honest, I still think of you every day.” Roy is back to his past.
14 Years ago was their last meeting. Physical and change in each person also changed drastically, as did Oliv.
He who used to be dirty and became a bully because his father was a serial killer, has now grown up and is beautiful like an angel.
That made Roy lick his own saliva, as he had cut off his relationship with Oliv back then.
“I think you're the biggest victim. Because of what your father and Arthur did, you became like this. I'm sure that you're a very normal person, you're not a monster like them.
I don't even have any prejudice against you. I also didn't mean it when I said break up first.”
Oliv just kept quiet and let out a long breath. “The recording.”
“Yes? What do you mean, Liv?”
“The recording of the voice you said belonged to an accomplice, it wasn't Arthur's voice. Not Arthur. I'm pretty sure it's.”
Roy grunts shutting down the song. “You still want to protect her? Do you think he'll thank you? I guess not. Your sister doesn't care about you at all.”
“You're wrong, Roy. I am the one who knows him better. He couldn't have spoken like that, like the voice in the footage belonged to an accomplice.” Oliv looked at Roy seriously.
“One more thing. The real killer of that poor farmer was me. I killed him, not Arthur.”
“What?” Roy was stunned to hear the confession from Oliv.