Since You Married Me
Crushed

Aaron blinked his eyes to adjust the incoming light on his retina. His head felt very heavy and his whole body was in pain. He looked around the place where he was, and a moment later Aaron jumped in shock when he found his body plain naked.

Soon Aaron picked up his scattered clothes and put them back on. His attention then focused on the figure wrapped in a blanket that was still sobbing curled up in the corner of the room. One by one glimpses of previous events also appear in Aaron's memory.

Starting from her who came to attend an invitation to a party from her business partner. Then because of the urgent matter, his assistant left first to leave him alone at the party. And apparently it was used by the other party to trap him. Somehow, Aaron was able to drink a drink that had been given medicine before, so that made his body become hot and feel an irresistible desire.

A mercenary woman almost got him into that terrible trap. But luckily Aaron was still able to hold himself back and calm himself down into the toilet. Damn, the toilet was precisely the woman's toilet that made him have to meet with one of the female servants who eventually became his impingement.

Fucking stimulant drugs!

Aaron cursed in his heart, condemning the carelessness he had done.

Slowly Aaron approached Zaya who was still loyal to his stuffing. After what happened last night, Aaron thought this girl must be in shock.

Aaron crouched down in front of Zaya. He lifted Zaya's chin with his finger until the girl's face looked up at him. Their views meet. Aaron was surprised by that face. Eyes that are swollen reddish from crying all night. hair that is tangled and messy. A bruised and injured lip in the corner. As well as bite marks and visible hugs filled the girl's shoulders and neck.

Gosh darn. Aaron turned his back in disbelief at the results of his actions last night. He never really intended to do all that. Especially the girl he did not know in front of him.

"What's your name?" ask Aaron later.

Zaya held back her stuffing with a face that looked tense.

"Zaya ...," he replied later after pausing for quite a while. His voice was hoarse from crying too much.

Aaron gulped. Trying to string together the right words for Zaya.

"Say how much you want?"

Zaya raised her gaze and looked at Aaron questioningly.

"For last night's incident. Tell me how much money I have to pay to recoup your losses?" reiterate Aaron again affirming the previous question.

Zaya's eyes bought, changing with a gaze full of anger.

"Save your money, sir. I'm not a prostitute*r like you used to buy," she wrote.

Aaron changed his eyes. Into his deep breath. Really he did not like the sentence Zaya who seemed to accuse him of using the services of a night woman. But Aaron realized, this girl deserves to be angry.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to demean you. Last night was completely out of my control. I just want to ..." Not yet had Aaron finish his sentence, his eyes accidentally saw a red stain attached to the bed sheet they used last night.

Is that blood? Is this girl still a virgin?

Aaron's eyes looked back at Zaya with a hard-to-understand look.

"You ... Was last night your first time?" ask her tensely.

"Yes," Zaya replied while glaring.

Oh, ****!

Aaron stood up. Hair with both hands. Very frustrating.

How could he vent his insanity last night with a nice girl who was guarding his virginity. Then after that intend to solve the problem by paying some money, as if the girl is an ******.

No. gabe. Aaron's not that bad. His whole life he never played with women. Especially to the point of having to ruin a good girl's life. That really can't happen.

Soon Aaron reached into his cell phone with his pants and dialed someone's name.

"Retail all my schedules, drop all meetings this morning. I'll be late" Aaron told someone across the street.

"And another one, bring me a woman's outfit complete with her underwear. Size for a small woman."

Zaya looked over a little to hear it. Impulsively he directly observed his own body.

"I'll send you the address. Hurry along!"

Silence followed after. Both Aaron and Zaya were immersed in their own thoughts.

Shortly after, someone came with clothes ordered by Aaron. The person immediately resigned after giving two paper bags, each containing clothes and the interior of the woman. Then Aaron gave the two paper bags to Zaya.

"Clean yourself and wear this. After that we talk again" he told Zaya.

Zaya had no choice. He took the object that was thrust at him, then went into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, Zaya came out with a fresher body. Peach-colored knee-length dres very fitting wrapped his body. Zaya himself was a little surprised how the man who was Aaron's man could know with certainty the size of his body just from the description given by Aaron earlier.

Zaya slowly stepped closer, then stopped right in front of Aaron who was sitting on a sofa.

"Come here." Aaron patted the seat next to him.

"How old are you, Zaya?" ask Aaron later.

"Twenty years" answered Zaya.

Aaron's a little relieved. At least he's not a pedophile who molests minors.

"Are you in your fertile years now?"

This time Aaron's question forces Zaya to think. Zaya knew what fertile days were, but the problem was that she didn't know how to count them. At the time of school, he did not pay too much attention to biology lessons. So do not really understand about the reproductive system, although most people will understand it self-taught without the need to learn it in school.

"That's .. I don't know." Zaya finally answered honestly.

Aaron took a little breath. Back to stringing words so that Zaya can be accepted without misunderstanding.

"Look .. what happened last night, it wasn't really my will." Aaron paused for a moment.

"Every night someone put drugs into my drink, put my body out of control. That's why you saw me in pain in the toilet. And yes, I didn't realize it was a woman's toilet." Aaron glanced at Zaya who was listening.

"Then, you came. Frankly when you came, I was already unable to withstand the effects of the medicine, so I told you to come out. But unfortunately, you came closer and touched me. That touch of yours makes me really unable to hold back anymore, Zaya. Until finally ... I did that to you."

Aaron took a breath.

"I don't mean to blame you, but none of that would have happened if you hadn't come near me by then." This time Aaron looked at Zaya seriously.

"Then how should we solve this problem, Zaya?" tanyanya.

Zaya. Don't know what to answer. He really did not know how to act.

"You don't want me to give you money, do you? You feel like you're selling your body if I give you money. Now tell me, what do I have to do to pay for your losses?" Aaron's sharp eyes stared fixedly at Zaya's eyes, waiting for an answer to come out of the girl's mouth. But Zaya was silent a thousand languages with a worried face.

For some reason, Aaron's last question was very pressing for Zaya. His heart felt so stupefied, as if Zaya was taking advantage of this situation to expect more from Aaron. And strangely, Zaya did not deny it.

Zaya immediately regained her sanity. He must not linger in this situation. He has to go home. Everything that happens is nothing more than an accident. Aaron didn't do it consciously, so he didn't have to pay anything.

"If you did not do it on purpose, you do not have to do anything, Sir. The only thing I want now is that I want to go home," Zaya replied at last. "because I'm already too late to go to work now" he said.

Zaya's words sounded so ironic. Aaron was able to capture the bitterness of every word Zaya spoke.

"Sir, if you really want to pay my losses, just take me home now" Zaya said.

Aaron shuts up before finally agreeing to Zaya's request. Looks like the girl needs to think first, until finally Aaron decides to give Zaya some time.

Along the way, Zaya and Aaron both said nothing. They are busy in their minds. Until finally they arrived in a densely populated area that can be said to be slum.

Luckily Zaya's contract is located on the side of the road that is rather large so it can still be passed by Aaron's car. The car stopped in front of a small house that had been weathered in age, where Zaya took off every day after work.

"You live here?" ask Aaron.

Zaya just nodded.

"Thank you for driving me, sir." Zaya went down, before turning back toward Aaron.

"Sir, do you have a wife?" tanyanya.

Aaron was a little surprised to hear that.

"Yet. Why why?" ask Aaron back.

Zaya looks relieved. "Thankfully. Then I don't have to feel guilty for your wife" he said.

Aaron's a little stunned. There was a sense of pity creeping in his heart besides his guilt.

"Zaya ..," he called, and then he presented Zaya with something.

"This is my business card. Now you need to calm your mind first. After that, let's talk again. If anything happens, you can call me."

Zaya paused for a moment, then accepted the card without answering. Then he got out of Aaron's car and went into his house. Aaron drives his car after seeing Zaya disappear behind the door.

While inside, Zaya was still standing while leaning her back against the door leaf. His eyes turned very sad.

Suddenly his body decays along with his tears falling unstoppably. Of all the trials of life that he had experienced so far, only this time Zaya felt so fragile.

The only treasure he had ever kept, his honor, had now also been snatched from him. Really, if there was a word that could describe Zaya at this time. It must be just one, ruined.

Connect ....