If it is hard to endure the pain, then it will be better to let him go.
***
Even in a dream, Qeiza never thought that the marriage she had lived in for four years with Ansel would end soon. Oh Gosh! This was insane! In a short time, she would assume a new status as a virgin divorcee.
“Are you sure that you wanna get a divorce, Qei?”
“Yes. Please take care of it ASAP. I trust you.”
The man named Adnan took a deep breath. He was Qeiza’s best friend who worked as a lawyer.
Although after graduating from senior high school they lived in different countries, their friendship was timeless.
“Don’t worry, Qei. I hope you’ve thought it pretty well.”
They kept silent for a while. Perhaps, Qeiza was thinking what Adnan had just said.
“No doubt in my decision, Adnan,” said Qeiza on the other line. “There’s no point in maintaining this marriage.”
“Okay. If that’s what you really wish, I’ll do it ASAP,” Adnan replied. “But, if you change your mind, please let me know within twenty four hours.”
“My heart’s absolutely determined to end this tiring marriage.”
“I know. I'll do my best to help you.”
“Thank you, Adnan. You’re the only one I can count on.”
Adnan chuckled at her confession. “Hey! We’re close friends. You don’t need to hesitate.”
The conversations ended with a solid decision made by Qeiza.
Qeiza opened her bedroom’s curtain wider, spoiling her eyes with the stars that weren't twinkling so bright.
Thinking that the gloomy outside just made her soul felt lonelier, Qeiza leaned back on the headboard. Her nice fingers began tinkering with the video features on her smart phone.
Her heart was interested in replaying the video of the solemnization of the marriage which was done by Ansel Ivander Malik four years ago. She wanted to watch it for the last time.
It’s a record of a long distant marriage because she couldn’t go back to her hometown. She was having level up semester exams. As a result, she could only attend that crucial agenda by watching all the process of solemnization of the marriage through a video call.
Unexpectedly, tears rolled down on her cheeks. That touching solemnization fully turned out to be meaningless. Since they became a married spouse, Ansel had never come to meet her. Even, he’d never called her either.
Qeiza realized that he was forced to marry her under his parents' enforcement. However, as a real man, shouldn’t he behave like a true gentleman? Not to hide behind the mask of his busyness?
Four years were enough for Qeiza to endure all the inner burdens of a false marriage. It’s time for her to organize her own ways of life. It’s better for her to focus on reaching her ambitions than being shackled by an uncertain status.
Qeiza wiped her tears. “You don’t want this marriage, right?” she said while staring sadly at the picture of Ansel that was sent by her husband’s personal assistant.
“I’ll let you go, enjoy your life then!” Qeiza smiled wryly. Her heart was throbbing like a sore slash. “I hope you won’t regret it later.”
Qeiza closed her device then lying down on the soft mattress. Her conversation with Ansel before she called Adnan was ringing back in her ears. That was her first conversation with her husband and the last as well.
“Why are you calling me?” asked Ansel as soon as he responded to her call after the seventh trials.
“A—”
“Darling, you've made me wait for you too long,” said a woman on the other line, interrupting Qeiza’s speaking.
That spoiled, melodious and flirting voice was also followed by the sound of a deep kiss.
“Who are you talking to?” Again a woman’s voice came out with a suspicious tone.
“No one, Honey,” replied Ansel. “She’s just a crazy person who’s punching random phone numbers.”
Another kiss sounded again. Increasingly tearing Qeiza’s heart and forcing her to end the phone call.
Qeiza exhaled strongly. Trying to close her eyes and hoping that all miserable things she faced were only nightmares which would disappear when the sun rose the next morning.
***
There’s the sound of knocks on the door. “Who’s that?” Ansel asked from his bedroom.
He was tidying his appearance in front of the mirror. That day, he had a schedule to meet one of his business colleagues to discuss about their partnership projects.
“It’s me, Xander.”
“Come in!”
Xander walked into Ansel’s bedroom soon after he got the permission. For a few seconds, he stood frozen three steps away from Ansel.
“What’s wrong?” asked Ansel. He glanced at Xander’s reflection in the mirror. “You look nervous,” he said.
“Th–that ….” Xander hesitated. Making Ansel’s eyebrows knitted together. Nevertheless, his hands were still working, putting a tie on his white shirt.
“You’ve found black notes about the colleague we’re gonna meet?”
Xander waved his hands. “No. It’s not that,” he denied.
“Then, why are you looking so anxious?”
Ansel had finished his last touching on his appearance and stepped closer to Xander. His sharp eyes narrowed as he saw the folder in Xander's palm.
“I’d like to hand you this,” said Xander, handing the folder to Ansel.
“What is this?”
“It’s a divorce lawsuit sent by Miss Qeiza.”
Ansel’s mouth drooped sarcastically when hearing Xander mentioned his wife’s name. His hands made a movement, pushing the paper that half pulled out back into the folder again. He thought he didn’t need to read it at all. It’s clear enough.
“She’s pretty good at stalking the perfect time!” Ansel said in a sarcastic tone. “Or she was spying on me on purpose?”
Xander didn’t answer Ansel’s question. He just felt concerned about the marriage of his friend and boss as well. Precisely, he took a pity on Qeiza. That innocent bird had become an object of Ansel’s hatred for no apparent reasons.
“Don’t you think you should meet her?”
“What’s for? Just follow the game,” Ansel replied in a nonchalant manner. “Call my lawyer and ask him to take care of everything!”
“Alright,” Xander lowered his gaze. His voice was very languid.
Deep inside his heart, he regretted that Ansel made such a rash decision.
“Why does your face look so depressed?” asked a beautiful woman to Xander. “Did my cousin spill a bowl of hot porridge on your head?”
“Just ask your stubborn cousin, Edrea!”
Edrea frowned, glancing a bit at Ansel’s frozen face. She grabbed Xander’s left hand and took him away from Ansel.
“Is this all related to the last night call?” she whispered into Xander’s ear.
Xander's eyes widened. He’s pretty sure that it’s Qeiza who called Ansel and that bastard had used Edrea’s help to hurt Qeiza. How cruel he was!
***
Qeiza looked at her wedding ring that she had just taken off. She frequently took deep breaths.
“Thank you for accompanying me in disappointment for the last four years,” Qeiza muttered, talking to the diamond ring as if that ring could talk back to her like a human.
Once more time she wiped the clear liquid flowing from the corners of her eyes before she finally put the wedding ring into a small box and kept it in the nightstand drawer beside the bed.
The clock’s short hand pointed at ten o’clock when Qeiza glanced at the wall clock. It meant it’s eight in the morning according to Western Indonesian Time.
Qeiza grabbed her smart phone and found the contact of Adnan. It didn’t take a long time when she heard the ring tone and a greeting from the other line.
“Please send me the files as soon as you’ve finished them all, okay?” asked Qeiza after a small opening talk.
“God! You’re really impatient,” Adnan tried to tell her in a joking tone. “Everything needs a process.”
“Faster is better, Adnan!” said Qeiza. “I believe that you won’t let me wait for a long time.”
“Is that a must?”
“Just conclude as you please. You know how to contact me later, don’t you?”
“Okay. Take care!” Adnan said. “I’m sure I’ll miss you so much.”
“You can visit me anytime.”
Qeiza ended her talks to Adnan. She smiled miserably, staring at the suitcase that was standing next to her bedroom’s door.
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Looking back too often will only make you fall down. *** “Let her work for me!” A young man broke in and interrupted Qeiza’s job interview. He walked toward the interviewer and skimmed Qeiza’s personal data then nodded firmly. “But this is going to violate the hiring procedure, Sir!” “Which one’s the harm?” the man protested. “She’s already sent the application letter and this company has called her to have the interview.” “We need experienced designers, Sir!” “She’ll be an experienced one if we give her a chance.” The young man looked at Qeiza seriously. “Would you like to be my personal assistant and get trained for three months?” he asked. “Certainly with a bit lower salary than the other employees get.” The spirit of Qeiza, which had slackened earlier, got back up and was excited. “Yes, Sir,” Qeiza accepted the offer. “No problem.” The man patted the interviewer’s left shoulder softly then he winked, causing the interviewer just could take a long deep breath and surrende
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Life is full of challenges. Just face them all though you’re forced to do so. *** “I don’t understand what you’re talking about, Mr. Song,” Ansel refuted “I just want to make sure that everything runs well.” Ansel disclosed a cold and indifferent expression as if he didn’t need the cooperation. He gazed at Chin Hwa and Qeiza back and forth. “If there’s something to be changed, don’t you think it can be done faster if Miss Kim is available at the same office as me?” he asked. “I won’t bother to call you and she won’t need to go back and forth from your office to mine and vice versa for the same intention. It’s so simple, isn’t it?” The reasons Ansel put forward sounded so logical so that Chin Hwa and Qeiza were speechless. Although they were still in doubts, they didn’t deserve to indulge their prejudice. “Or … lest these designs aren’t Miss Kim’s works?” Ansel accused. He deliberately attacked the ego and pride of his business partners in front of him, primarily Qeiza. Qeiza hel
Whatever you wish, it takes struggle and seriousness to make it happen. *** Xander’s gaze was fixed on Qeiza who was concentrating at her works. He had examined Qeiza’s face for two days from the distance. “I’m pretty sure that she is Miss Qeiza,” Xander muttered several times to himself. He opened Qeiza’s personal data file that he had gathered currently. The last data informed that his boss’ ex-wife had finished her graduate program since a few months ago at one of the most popular universities of this town. Thus, it’s no surprise that she could get job here so easily. The problem was that the young woman he believed to be Qeiza was actually named Kim Ae Ri. Xander had never heard that name before. Was this just a coincidence that those two women had similar face? Or had Qeiza really changed her identity secretly? “Argh!” Xander growled in confusion and bit his fist. How could he let Ansel know if he himself hadn’t been able to gather the valid evidences about his guess yet?
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If you want to catch a butterfly, just grow colorful flowers. Do not ever hunt them because all your efforts will end in vain. *** Qeiza’s heart pumped very fast. She wanted to fight back, but the power of the man that was dragging her was much stronger. When she realized that she was dragged outside of the restaurant through back door, Qeiza tried to elbow that man. “Ouch!” It’s heard the squalled groaning. Qeiza quickly turned around, being ready to launch a follow-up attack targeting the man’s personal asset. “Hold on, Ae Ri!” The man shouted, stopping Qeiza’s movement. “It’s me, Chin Hwa.” “Oppa?” Qeiza was dumbfounded. She didn’t expect that her boss would follow her. “Shshsh!” Chin Hwa hastily dragged Qeiza’s hand, hiding by walking hunched from car to car until arriving at his own car. “Get in quickly!” Chin Hwa commanded. His gaze continued to watch Ansel’s movement in the restaurant. It seemed that he took a glance at his watch on his wrist then rose from his seat.
Love is powerful addiction that can make a man lose control of his senses. *** “You aren’t allowed to park here, Sir!” The young policeman pointed at the blue sign with a circle and a red diagonal line. “Shit! All my lifetime, this is the first time I’m doing a foolish thing and making ashamed of myself,” Ansel grumbled. He leaned back his head on his seat of pride while looking up at the ceiling, still unbelieved that he could be so reckless just because of a woman. “I don’t seem to know you,” Xander commented. He sat on the couch by resting both his hands on his thighs. His fingers interlocked. Meanwhile, his gaze fixed on Ansel who was closing his eyes. “I don’t even know my own self,” Ansel replied without opening his eyes. Then there was a silence. Both of them were busy with their own thoughts, examining Ansel’s first experience that had just dealt with the law. *** “Oh Gosh! So, because of a woman your life could be messed up?” Xander yelled in disbelief after listeni