CHAPTER 3

Fisya opened her eyes slowly. She remembered the last time someone came and injected something into her when the bleeding in her neck got worse. At that time, she felt sleepy, then fell asleep and did not know what she had experienced later.

However, just as her eyes opened, she felt something strange about her body. In front of him, Regan was examining her entire body and, to make matters worse, she was naked with her hands and feet tied. The man was really crazy—she thought.

“Damn it! What did you do to me, huh?!” she snapped in a hoarse voice.

Instead of answering, Regan continued to do his activities as if nothing had happened. He ignored Fisya's loud screams and continued to examine the woman's body. After examining Fisya's entire body, the man wiped his hands on Fisya's clothes that were lying on the floor.

He exhaled calmly when there was nothing dangerous inside Fisya's body. Although actually, it's impossible for an ordinary girl like Fisya to carry anything dangerous—she thought.

"Okay, you're safe." He grabbed the woman's clothes and put them back on Fisya's body even though the woman was struggling. "Quickly put them on."

Fisya's self-esteem was destroyed because of Regan's actions. He was the first to see her naked body. If only she had come to her senses earlier, of course she would have refused to be treated so contemptuously like that.

"I'll wear it myself, you just go."

"Don't want to! How about you run away?”

"Then turn around."

"Why?"

"I'm embarrassed," she whispered as she tried to cover her body with the blanket.

Regan chuckled. “After all, I've seen it all. Nothing is missed," he whispered, making Fisya scared. “Besides… nothing I can see, nothing interesting. Even... your size... gosh," he sneered in annoyance.

"Hurry back!" Fisya shouted to Regan.

Regan did not want to argue further because of trivial things like that, he obeyed the girl's wishes. To be honest, as a normal man in general, of course, there are worries in his heart. Fortunately, until Fisya came to her senses, she was still able to restrain herself.

"You're taking too long! Don't wear those tiny clothes! What a waste of time!” he said, still facing the wall of the window.

"Small clothes like this also have merit on my body, you know!"

The man stifled a laugh. This woman was different, like a stray dog that loved to bark—he thought.

"Hurry up or I'll turn around again," he threatened.

"If I do that, don't blame me if I resist," she threatened back.

There was silence for a while, no more response from Regan. Fisya continued to focus quickly on wearing the clothes Regan gave her. Afraid if the man saw her body for the second time. Fisya knows the man in front of her is not an ordinary man, he can do whatever he wants. This is what requires Fisya to be careful. No one knows how cruel and crazy that man is.

"Hurry up!" he complained as he turned around.

Fortunately, Fisya has used all her clothes completely. He tried to put on a normal facial expression, as if nothing had happened a few minutes ago.

The man glanced at Fisya's body from top to bottom. "I think you'd be better off naked," he teased.

"Damn it! You pervert!”

"Okay, let's sit down. There's something I want to talk about."

"I want to go home."

"Let's talk first. You won't be able to go home until the business between us isn't over."

"What other business? I told you, your son and I just met by chance, that's all."

Regan glared at the woman. Admittedly, on their first meeting, the impression that Fisya gave was a strong impression on a rebellious woman and she liked it. Being able to subdue wild animals would be a lot more fun than keeping a regular pet—he thought.

"Sit down and you won't regret it. Then stop screaming or your neck will bleed again.”

Reflexively, Fisya held her neck, which was bandaged. Although at first Fisya continued to refuse, in the end she relented. They sat on a large sofa in the room. Fisya tried to make herself comfortable even though she still felt uncomfortable.

“My name is Regan Adzura, a CEO of a company owned by the Adzura family—Richmond Corporation, the largest energy company in the country.” The man began to introduce himself to Fisya. The girl just nodded her head, only to appreciate the man in front of her. It was not so important for him to know more about the man.

"Oh, I see?"

"So explain to me frankly, what you talked to my son—"

"Hey! I didn't say anything to your son. He himself approached me and called me mother," Fisya interrupted.

Regan took a deep breath. "Impossible, interrupting the conversation." Regan sneered with a sharp look at Fisya. The woman's guts shrank, until her head lowered, "I will take this matter to the police on the basis of an attempt to kidnap my son, Adnan."

Hearing that, Fisya glared even more sharply. "Hey! What do you mean? It's been proven that I'm not a child kidnapper. Have you checked yourself? You think they're going to imprison me without clear evidence, huh?!”

Regan smirked. "Everything is easy for me. Especially to put you in prison!” His assertion made Fisya stunned. The girl rolled her eyes in thought. He should not be careless with Regan Aksara Adzura. The man was really sly. Meeting him has no mercy anymore.

"You damn man!"

“Or… we can solve it some other way.”

Fisya's brows furrowed. “What way? Don't tell me you… don't want to!” she refused while covering her chest with both hands.

"Tch! What a perverted girl! What do you think, huh? Even if I wanted to, I'd find a woman much bigger in size," Regan sneered with a chuckle.

Fisya was very embarrassed, she didn't understand what Regan meant earlier. "So, what do you mean?"

“Be a mother to my child for 1 year. Just be a mother, don't expect to be my wife."

Fisya increasingly does not understand. "You mean I stay here and pretend to be her mother?"

"Finally, your brain is useful too." Fisya was silent for a moment to think, even refusing would only make her life worse. As for the impatient Regan, she started to snort in annoyance at having waited too long. "How?"

Fisya took a deep breath before answering the man's offer. "I agree."

"Okay-"

“In exchange, you have to pay off my debts, give me an apartment and give me a large amount of savings after this agreement is over. Ah… one more thing, I want you to dance to someone and take my revenge on him.”

It was quite a request, but from the start, Regan had suspected that this woman named Fisya Jazira was a smart woman. Although a bit of a dissident. It would be suspicious if Fisya agreed to it without asking for anything.

"You're greedy too—"

“Facing someone like you must be greedy. When else can I get rich quick," she joked.

"Okay.... That's a small thing for me," he replied dismissively. But, that answer made Fisya's smile widen.

"Okay, deals?" Fisha held out her hand. However, Regan did not return Fisya's outstretched hand. He was not very interested in shaking hands with the simple girl in front of him.

Fisya was still faithful to the hand that she stretched out, she showed her teeth without fear of drying out. Making the man grimace in disgust. Still no response from Regan, Fisya pulled Regan's hand forcibly to shake hands with him. "Okay Deal," said the girl excitedly.

Apparently, a little boy named Adnan had saved herself from death and also gave her a new life. Besides, Fisya can't wait to get her revenge on Dean Brasta. Her asshole lover. Oh mistake! I mean her ex-boyfriend.

Regan quickly removed his hand from Fisya. "You're so gross! Your hands are dirty!” Regan inhaled his hand, after shaking hands with Fisya. Fisya only smiled shyly, because she also realized that she had not showered since morning.

"Dipta!" called Regan to one of his bodyguards.

Dipta came quickly, "What's wrong sir?" asked Dipta politely.

"Take this girl to the bathroom. Let her wash her body." said Regan in a tone of disliking.

"Oh... well sir. Come on, Miss, let's go to the bathroom,” Dipta grabbed Fisya's hand and pulled the girl to go with him.

"Hey! I can do it myself!”

Fisya's voice is still heard in Regan's ears. The woman had disappeared from sight, but her voice still made the man shake his head. If not for Adnan – his son. Regan didn't want anything to do with the girl in front of him, let alone be a pretend mother to her child. That means, without the man realizing it, Fisya will also become his pretend wife, even if there is no marriage bond between them. Without them knowing, the agreement would bind the two to always be together.

The man asked her to go somewhere, but at least this time it wasn't a warehouse or some other bad place.

They arrived at a room that was even bigger than the apartment she had before, where they heard Adnan's crying voice saying he was going to meet his mother.

However, before they entered, Regan felt the need to invite Fisya to talk for a moment.

"He doesn't know that his mother is dead, all he knows is that his mother is far away."

Fisha took a deep breath. "You're evil! Even if this is hard to explain, at least don't talk to him like that," she protested.

"Gosh... why are you even tutoring me? Never mind, do what I tell you to." Regan explained his plan, at least the two of them needed to agree on this so Adnan wouldn't get suspicious. "You understand?"

"Yes alright."

"Then go in and calm him down."

"Yes."

Fisya opened the door of the room wide, inside there Adnan ,who was crying hysterically immediately ran into his arms. "Mommy! Why you took so long?"

"A-ah... that, actually there's something I need to talk to dad about."

hearing that, Adanan smiled happily. "So you really are my mother, right?!"

Fisya nodded slightly, then she smiled bitterly because she felt guilty. "Yeah...sorry that I didn't recognize you sooner--" Her words stopped when suddenly little Adnan hugged him tightly. Slowly she started to hug him back. Too bad Adnan, he's a very good boy--she thought.

"I won't be naughty anymore, so Mom don't leave me again."

The guilt was getting worse, Fisya couldn't hold back her tears because Adnan, was so sincere to her, while she did all this just because she needed Regan's help.

"Yeah, I'm not leaving. So don't cry anymore, okay?"

The boy nodded as he sobbed. "Yes, promise."

Meanwhile, in the doorway, Regan felt suffocated when he saw the touching sight. Adnan must be so lonely that he acts like that--he thought.

He walked away, giving the boy a chance to vent his longing for the mother figure he got from Fisya.Mulaily that he acts like that--he thought.

He walked away, giving the boy a chance to vent his longing for the mother figure he got from Fisya.

The woman warm embrace made Adnan comfortable, he couldn't even hold back his tears for no reason.  The longing for the figure of a mother has now paid off, he will not let go of her warm embrace.