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My Obsessive Ex 12. Wrong Guess
Lies will never end in happiness until whenever. *** Qeiza’s concentration in working was distracted by the phone ring. She glanced at her mobile phone that was lying on the corner of her desk lazily then continuing to focus her attention back to the designs she was drawing. She thought it was probably a prank call only. All this time, the one who had often called her while she was busy with her works was only Ansel. Currently, she didn’t take part in a design project with her ex-husband anymore. Thus, there’s no reason for him to disturb her perpetually. Unluckily, Qeiza couldn’t ignore that calls for any longer when her phone rang louder without any pauses. Beginning by taking a deep breath, Qeiza finally grabbed her phone. Her eyes narrowed a little bit while finding out an anonymous phone number occurred on the screen. However, she had no other choice than to accept the call. Qeiza’s expression changed all at once. She jumped from her seat. One of her hand moved swiftly, gra
My Obsessive Ex 13. You Need To Wake Up and Smell The Coffee
Never let the nightmares of your past ruin your future! *** Instead of going back to her office, after escaping from the hospital, Qeiza asked the taxi driver to escort her to the bank of the Seine River. She was walking along the path on the bank of the Seine River with a feeling of uncertainty. Her eyes swept the beauty of the Eiffel Tower that seen obviously, hoping those amazing charms could get rid of all the worries that stuck in her chest. She truly didn’t understand why the fate kept making fun of her. She had been patient for years in waiting, cultivating the hope that one day Ansel would open his heart for her as she fell in love with him at the first sight while she was watching him saying the solemnization of a marriage on their wedding day. But, all her waiting led her to a painful hurt. When Ansel finally received her phone call, the thing she could hear was only a pampering woman’s voice followed by an intimate kiss. Qeiza’s heart broke into pieces like a glass tha
My Obsessive Ex 14. Weaving Like Tangled Threads
If you released a deer back into the jungle, so never hope you will easily catch her again. *** Qeiza had just taken a bath. Her body was still covered with a towel. Yet, the sound of knocks on her apartment door totally disturbed her. That noise sounded so rash and impatient, making Qeiza sick behind the sense of her wonder. 'Just let it be!' Qeiza thought. 'There’s probably a drunken neighbor.' Remembering her experience that there’s ever the other occupant of another apartment that did such action when he was drunk, Qeiza got calmer. She kept walking to the wardrobe. She smiled in relief when she could no longer hear the noise from her apartment door. That person might have been gone away. That’s she thought. “Ae Ri! Open the door!” Qeiza’s relief just actually stayed for a while. The insistent banging on her apartment door was heard again. It’s followed by the yell of a man who called her name. “Ansel?” Qeiza muttered. She couldn’t hide her astonishment after successfully
My Obsessive Ex 15. An Astonishing Fact
Whatever you plant then you will reap the fruits. *** “That’s the package sent by Miss Qeiza’s lawyer,” answered Xander. “Of course you’ve the right to open it.” Ansel took a deep breath. “Just keep it!” he commanded. He could already guess what was in the package. It had to be his divorce certificate. All was over now. The burden that crashed his chest all this time had totally disappeared without a trace. “Are you sure you don’t wanna check it?” asked Xander. The envelope was already on his palm again. His forehead frowned when he touched something strange in it. “What’s for?” Ansel replied, still speaking in a reluctant tone. “It’s just a divorce certificate.” Xander shook the envelope near his right ear. “I don’t think that’s all,” he argued. “The sound was weird,” he added more. Ansel’s ears also caught the strange sound came out from the shake of Xander’s hand. He then sat on the couch, coding Xander with his eyes. Xander also sat in front of Ansel. “So, is this really
My Obsessive Ex 16. At The Crossroads of Doubt
Sometimes we need to make a bold decision. *** [Who are you?] Ansel replied the message with a high curiosity. He truly wondered the person who had just interacted with him. However, his message never got a reply. Not losing his mind, Ansel pressed the dial button. “Aaargh!” He shouted in anger. His call had just been answered by the operator. The sender of the messages had inactivated his or her phone number. It could indicate that he or she used a disposable phone number only. Ansel grabbed his jacket, intending to go out. He wanted to inhale some fresh air. Still, the pain in his back stopped his steps. He stood frozenly behind the door. While grimacing, he went back to the bed and laid down in a slow motion. “Hold on, Ansel! You should be patient till you’re fully recovered.” Ansel cheered himself up. If only it wasn’t because of the carelessness of a mother who let her little son ran freely around the stairs of Qeiza’s apartment, he wouldn’t get injured. All of sudden, An
My Obsessive Ex 17. A Wrong Assumption
Creating a lie is tantamount to digging your own grave. *** “Why did it take so long to open the door? Were you hiding anything? Or anyone?” A suspicious-toned question and an investigating facial expression immediately attacked Chin Hwa as soon as he opened the door. A fair skinned woman with a long bob hair cut broke in without any doubts. Her sharp glance locked on Chin Hwa’s restless eyes. “No, I’m not. I–I’ve just come home from work.” Chin Hwa was a bit jumpy. That was for the first time he made up a lie on purpose. The woman who had just arrived stood face to face with Chin Hwa elegantly. A luxurious purse hung beautifully on her left arm. Another arm was let down and dangling, showing her well-groomed pretty nails. Her slim body was covered by a pair of maroon trousers with the upper part of a white blouse layered with a coat matching the color of her trousers. Her eyes rolled wildly, sweeping every corner of Chin Hwa’s living room. She titled her head by narrowing her
My Obsessive Ex 18. Like Being Sucked in The Quicksand
Thought is like a magnet. It will attract events according to what we think. *** Chin Hwa felt as though the thunder of lightning had just exploded right into his eardrums. The unpredictable question of Mrs. Song momentarily drugged his consciousness. It made his eyes bulge round like he was seeing a very creepy ghost. Qeiza was not different from Chin Hwa. She felt like her soul get out of her body for seconds. She could only gawk in a trance, staring blankly at Mrs. Song that was still waiting for Chin Hwa’s answer with a demanding facial expression. Realizing that her spontaneous question was like a fire ball throwing through the fortress suddenly, Mrs. Song chortled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you both,” she babbled then. “I’m just so excited about having grandchildren soon. I—” “Mom!” Chin Hwa screamed in surprise, cutting off his mother’s nonsense. He could felt his earlobes get hot because of embarrassment. He really didn’t presume that his mother would think too f
My Obsessive Ex 19. Dilemma
There’s nothing immortal. All can change over the time. *** After Qeiza met Chin Hwa’s parents, she was getting lost further and further into the labyrinth of lies and got harder to find the exit. She thought fleeing to her boss’ apartment would stop the confusion of her mind caused by Ansel. In fact, running away could never solve the problem. In the contrary, it was just like accumulating the dust under the carpet. The longer it got thicker and could cause the illness. That’s what Qeiza experienced currently. Repeatedly Qeiza took a deep breath and blew it harshly. Her body leaned jadedly against the back of the chair. The pencil that usually danced swiftly on the surface of her designing paper had been just busy tapping the edge of the table without passion. Qeiza regretted her carelessness in making a decision. If only she didn’t flee to Chin Hwa’s apartment, she wouldn’t meet Mrs. Song and was trapped in a theatrical love with her boss. “Please, Anin ….” Chin Hwa whined. “My
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