Tease Om Om
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Victor sat on the edge of the bed. His face was sluggish with both hands. The older we get, the more we have to fight. Life is full of problems, so don't live with problems.

Now, if he continues to be chortled with the desire to fight for Syafira. Then not only should mengikhlaskan ARRA mall, but there are worse possibilities. He had to let Syafira get out of the house! Ah no! Don't let that happen.

With Victor's right hand scooped his face rough. Supposedly, he's not this coward. He should have been more careful. There is no time, he has to decide everything now, not to let the photo and video in the hands of the father or everything will be more complicated.

Fifteen minutes is the time Victor used to complete his ritual bath. Wearing a home shirt, the man's wet hair decided to leave the room. Meeting Syafira at this time as well.

With wide and fast steps Victor went down the stairs. He was sure that Syafira was in the kitchen.

“Where Is Syafira Mbok Atun?” ask Victor.

“Mbak Syafira, is behind, again feed the fish,” replied mbok Atun who is still busy preparing breakfast.

Without a second thought, Victor immediately met Syafira. He walked through the swimming pool, towards the fish pond at the very end.

“Sya,” call Victor walking closer. He deliberately pulled Syafira's hand close to the wall so that the two of them could not be seen from the kitchen. Everyone in this house, Victor can't trust him anymore. They were all accomplices, who would see and steal the hear, after which would report everything to Madam Hani.

“Iya, Om, what's up?” Syafira was surprised to find Victor already nearby. And now the man looked at her with an unusual look. Either Syafira could not interpret what that gaze meant.

“Syafira, sorry I have to tell you now. I can't delay any more. Because you want it now or later today or tomorrow you have to know.” Victor clasped Syafira's hand, not wanting to let go. Not in line with what he will say. Certainly not in line with his heart.

“Sorry Om, what is it? Is there anything urgent.” Syafira returned the man's gaze, looked around and found out what Victor was really thinking.

Syafria was fixated, her chest felt heavy and tight which made her unable to speak. There was bitter at the end of his throat that made his heart more slashed.

“So what did Om Victor say was just a lie and to play me so?” syafira asked glazedly. The next instant the powerful dam in his eyes collapsed was struck by tears. Clear threads wet the cheeks.

“Sorry Syafira, sorry I played you! I'm so sorry I thought you were going to back off and I wouldn't feel so guilty like this, but it looks like my guess was wrong. In fact I feel very guilty, I apologize very much Syafira because I have dared to play you,” admit Victor with a resigned face. Convince yourself that this is the best decision for now. It is better to see Syafira crying, than to be far away or separated from the girl.

“So, Om has really never liked or never been interested in me at all?” ask Syafira.

“Yes, Sya, I accepted your offer to be your fake girlfriend because I feel sorry for you, and it turns out to be the same I'm not interested at all. Not wanting to return your love, sorry. Sorry I was late to realize it!” Victor threw away his face, not daring to look at Syafira's tearful face.

“Good Om, I can understand it,” shimmy Syafira with quivering lips. He violently brushed off Victor's hand and immediately left the man.

To be Continue…

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Title: The Hidden Passion of the Widow.

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