Trapped in Jorell's Love
Chapter 9 - Make me your back

The next day, while in front of the building, Mazaya and Jorell cross each other. As usual Mazaya will be careless without saying hello. Makes Jorell take his breath.

The day just passed, until the time to go home from work arrived. Jorell accidentally waits for Mazaya in front of the building to talk to Mazaya.

When he saw the woman appear, Jorell showed her a sweet smile and was about to say hello. However, Mazaya took it for granted.

"Mazaya, wait!" jorell said a little screamed.

As he walked along, without Mazaya's consent, Jorell pulled the woman's hand and took her somewhere. Mazaya just pulled over this time.

Arriving at a small lake with many large trees there. Jorell started the conversation with his apology.

"Sorry, yesterday I eavesdropped on your conversation. But, really! At first I didn't know it was you! And when I found out it was you I didn't want to get out of there!" jorell said honestly.

Mazaya had yet to take the words out of her mouth. He looked straight ahead by throwing a pebble into the lake.

"You're too involved in other people's business. Let's just say, yesterday you didn't see and hear anything. I'll forgive him if you can make my request."

Mazaya let out her voice.

Jorell snorted loudly, so he went along to throw pebbles into the lake.

"Rather than me pretending not to see and hear last night. You better just tell me everything. I'll be a good listener for you. The problem if you soak it for too long will be a disease. By telling stories, at least it can make your heart a little relieved. Can't it?" jorell offered to listen to all the complaints of Mazaya.

Mazaya was silent for so long. During that time Jorell kept looking at Mazaya's face. The woman whose height is only her shoulders looks tough on the outside but fragile on the inside.

There was a rough breathing from Mazaya. It was possible that the woman was thinking hard between stories or not to the man who was beside her. The man who always approached himself even though he always cheated on him.

"Last night's woman was my real mother" Mazaya began the story. At first Jorell was a little surprised, but he listened without wanting to cut Mazaya's story.

"She was a cruel mother after my father's death. Since then, when I cry or want something, I am always beaten until there are bruises on my body. The highlight, when the mother has a lover. Her boyfriend doesn't want me and my sister to live with them. My mother agreed to it. I cried and begged to take us both with my mother. However, the mother instead banged my head against the bathroom wall until it bled. Then he left both of our lives with deep wounds and so much debt. I just graduated High School and my 8-year-old sister. I have to try as hard as I can to support both of our needs. I am also sometimes overwhelmed to find out the reason for my mother's whereabouts if my sister asks. Gradually, my sister never asked about her mother again. Process by process we passed both with a lot of trials. Until I got to this point, suddenly mom showed up again and asked me for money. Is she worth saying as a mother? Which mother abandoned her child for another man? Which mother comes just to ask for money without asking the slightest news about her child? Which mother comes to give new wounds to her child after years of trying to forget that bitter time? Old wounds have not dried, plus new wounds. How sad!"

Mazaya told me with a flat face without expression. Not even tears. But what Mazaya told me was very, very painful according to Jorell.

Is your heart dead? How can you tell your past with such an expression? That pain?

"Surely after hearing my story earlier, you can understand why I became like this. The one who was supposed to protect me and I trusted. I was the one who hurt me so deeply. Who should I trust if that is the case? There isn't one, is there? That's why I limit myself in relationships and also interact with people. Because there's nothing I can put on the back. Only myself a backrest can I count on," Mazaya added.

Jorell was still silent, waiting for Mazaya to finish his story. After no words came out of Mazaya's mouth. Jorell begins to respond to Mazaya's story.

"I won't say anything about your story. I know enough and understand that circumstances shape your character" Jorell said, sighing, "How does it feel to have popped out your head? Relieved right?"

Mazaya looked over and gave no answer.

"I understand why it's so hard to trust other people. But, how long will you continue to be alone without the help of others? Wanna die? Even when he dies later. There's no way we can get into that hole by ourselves. Slow down, don't trust people completely. Starting with me, trust me that I won't hurt you."

"Make me your back for now. Backrest for you to share both joy and sorrow," said Jorell again.

Mazaya stood up without answering Jorell's words. He walked slowly then turned his head and looked at Jorell who was confused by his behavior.

A sweet smile Mazaya showed Jorell. And then the woman left.

Jorell could only stagger.

"What did that smile mean? Is he going to start trusting me? He wants to make me his back? Uh! The mazaya! Why are you so mysterious! Just say yes or say something cake! So that I don't think of anything weird!"

"But her smile was so sweet. It was even Mazaya's first time smiling sweetly at me. Aaaa! Mazaya you're driving me crazy!"

Who had been dumbstruck so infatuated by Mazaya. That woman was very smart to break Jorell's heart.

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Arriving at the contract, Jorell grabs his phone intending to send a message to Mazaya.

Mazaya you've reached home, haven't you? Tega once left me alone 🙃

Soon Jorell gets a reply from Mazaya.

Ja. The tega? But if you don't know the way home then I leave.

"Oh, this woman is really yes, emotionally draining once. Good thing love."

Women have no heart! I cried in the corner of 😭

Reply back Jorell get.

😂

One laughing emot from Mazaya, making Jorell's smile expand. The man even imagined how the face of Mazaya who laughed like an emot that the woman sent must be very beautiful.

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