6. One Day, You'll Regret It

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?

“So, is your work all day just daydreaming?” Ansel jolted, smashing a thick folder on to Xander’s desk.

“Aish! You’re shocking me!” Xander grumbled.

CTAK!

The knuckle of Ansel’s middle finger spontaneously landed on Xander’s head.

“Keep your eyes!” said Ansel.

It had been quite a while since he followed Xander’s gaze. Knowing that his personal assistant was immersed in Qeiza’s charm, his blood was boiling hot.

“She’s mine!”

“What?”

 “Why? Something wrong with it?”

Xander was temporarily unable to react. He was stunned. Ansel was such in hurry to agree his divorce from Qeiza. Why in the hell did he claim that woman as his then? There must be something wrong with his brain.

“You’ve divorced your wife, Man!” Xander reminded Ansel.

“So what?” Ansel asked. “It’s a lucky coincidence, wasn’t it?”

Ansel’s face was so bright and he said confidently as if he had made a very right decision by agreeing to Qeiza’s divorce suit.

'Just wait till I find a proof that Kim Ae Ri is Qeiza.' Xander said. 'I wanna see if you still think that your divorce is a fortune or vice versa.'

Pitifully, all those words just echoed in his heart. He didn’t have the courage to hurl those words directly at Ansel.

“One day, you’ll regret it,” said Xander.

“No, no, no. No way!”

Ansel denied in a very sure tone of voice and his forefinger danced left and right firmly.

He turned to Qeiza who was strugling with her designs. His smile bloomed while seeing a cute expression showed by Qeiza when she drowned in her works.

“I’ve found my soulmate, Xander,” Ansel whispered. “She is the only woman I want.”

Ansel said in a hoarse voice filled with longing. His eyes glowed brightly as if they were full of the twinkling stars.

“She’s very stunning and unique, isn’t she?

Xander just shook his head, hearing Ansel’s compliment for Qeiza.

“She’s not more beautiful than your wife that you’ve divorced.”

Ansel spontaneously turned at Xander with a ferocious gaze as though he wanted to kill him in a blink. He bent down. His tall body was able to step over his personal assistant’s desk.

Ansel gripped Xander’s jawline strongly. “Once more time you remind me to that parasite woman, I won’t hesitate to send you back to our home country,” he threatened.

That’s right. For Ansel, Qeiza was just like a parasite that would kill her host slowly. Unluckily, his father had attached that parasite to him just by considering a ridiculous reason that his mother wanted an Indonesian daughter-in-low, like herself.

Fortunately, that parasite had chosen to separate herself by filing a divorce three months after his father passed away. How about his mother? Certainly, he had to keep that all in secret from his mother who was still in mourning.

“Up to you!” said Xander. “Don’t ever say that I’ve never warned you!”

Xander took the folder Ansel threw down earlier then he was busy with those documents. He was indifferent with Ansel’s tense face when the boss went back to his own office room.

***

Qeiza had just folded her prayer rug. She did a mid-day prayer in her room by partitioning the corner of the room, just enough for her to carry out her obligation to God without having to bother getting out of Ansel’s office.

Qeiza’s fresh face smiled bright after grabbing the watch she put on the desk. There’s still much time left to enjoy her lunch. But, before her hand reached the doorknob, the door was opened from the outside.

Ansel had already stood two steps away in front of her. His hand was carrying paper bags filled with food and drink.

“You’ve almost missed your lunch,” Ansel said.

He lifted the food box in his hand a little higher, nearly even up to the height of Qeiza’s face.

Ignoring Qeiza’s unpleasant expression and not waiting for her agreement, Ansel instantly broke in confidently.

He straight sat on the couch and opened the food box he took along with him.

“Come and sit here!” he invited. “I intentionally asked Xander to buy this food for you.”

Qeiza’s eyes narrowed. She couldn’t believe that Ansel could behave such a sweet. Her feeling was like flying up to the sky for receiving such a nice treatment. Why hadn’t he treated her as nice as that since the beginning? Why did that man pay attention to her after divorcing her?

If only once had Ansel acted like a husband treated his wife, probably she never had filed a divorce suit against him.

Qeiza took a deep breath while closing her eyes tightly, preventing the translucent grain that had been perched in the corners of her eyes from sliding down onto her cheeks and made her look weak.

“Thank you, but I’ve already had an appointment,” Qeiza refused Ansel’s offer as subtly as possible.

“You won’t go anywhere or meet anyone as long as I’m still here and you haven’t finished your meal yet.”

Both Ansel’s hands had clutched Qeiza’s shoulders firmly soon after he finished his words. No one knew when he got closer to her, Qeiza even didn’t notice him.

Qeiza tried to release herself from Ansel’s grasps, but he was very agile in reading her movements.

HOP!

Unpredictably, Ansel’s stocky arms had lifted her slim body and carried her toward the couch.

“You are crazy, Sir!” Qeiza insulted him as soon as he sat her on the couch.

Ansel smiled slightly. “I don’t like any kind of rejections,” he insisted. “So, be obedient and everything will be easy.”

“One more,” he added. “Keep that ‘Sir’ away. I do hate your formal attitude.”

Qeiza clenched her teeth, feeling so upset with the powerful attitude shown by Ansel.

“What’s wrong with the way I call you?” Qeiza protested. We’re business partners and it’s proper to be for—”

Qeiza’s rebuttal was interrupted when Ansel as fast as lightning stuffed her mouth with a spoonful of food.

Qeiza’s hazel eyes goggled. Her heart was annoyed to death by Ansel’s unpredictable action. She got more distempered when she saw that Ansel gave a satisfied smile because of his success in shutting up her mouth with that food.

It would be really impolite if she vomited it. Whether she liked it or not, she had no other choice than to chew and swallow the food.

Though Qeiza’s eyes splashed a war sight, Ansel didn’t care. His hand continuously moved up and down to feed Qeiza. Even, he purposefully kept away the spoon he was holding from Qeiza when she tried to grab it so that she could eat by herself.

“I’d have never let anyone else finish something that I’ve started,” Ansel said.

Qeiza felt burning with Ansel attitude. She found an opportunity to get away from him.

GREP!

As fast as lightning, Ansel’s left hand pulled Qeiza down to sit back on the couch when she rose to flee.

“Don’t ever try to run away from me, Ae Ri!”

Ansel stared fix at Qeiza’s face. His eyes looked sharp and deep, making Qeiza’s heart pounding as well as shuddered with horror.