Chapter XI - Missing My Angel
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Peyton Pov
The sound of a cellphone ringing ...
"Hello, Bella," I replied, picking up the phone.
"Honey, you haven't called me for a few days now. How are you? Don't you miss me?" she asked in some typical spoiled way.
"I'm busy Bella, aren't you busy too?" I asked her back, a bit sarcastically, I guess.
"Didn't I already say, this week I got no photoshoot session, my project design is also delayed? So, I’m guessing you forgot, yeah..." she giggled a bit trying to remind me.
"Well, nope.” I stopped for a second.
“But you are busy sharing your body with some other man, my dear Bella?" I continued and replied in a mocking tone.
"Pey, what the heck are you saying?" she asked, half confused.
"Exactly four days ago, what were you doing in your apartment at 7pm, huh?" I asked again, dared her to trace back and explain me what happened.
"What? Nothing!" she replied while probably remembering what she’s done.
"Oh, really? Nothing? You want me to share you some photos of you and your boyfriend now?" I replied trying let her know that I know.
"Oh God... how... how did you-" Her response was stammered. She was shocked. I can tell.
"I was in your apartment, Bella! I guess it’s better for you to change the code now." I replied.
“Pey, it was nothing, we only met a few days ago at a photoshoot session, it was just a one-night stand, some casual thing. Nothing, nothing serious between me and him. " Bella tried to explain clearly.
"Yeah Bella, I also did some casual things, well not some actually, a lot of things with Mirah, do you remember her? " I replied
"What the, what are you saying now?" Again. She was shocked.
"I made love with Mirah, not just once, but many times, now we're even…"
"No, no way, you slept with a f*****g maid ??" she cut me off.
"Yup, why?" I dared her.
"Ok, wait, wait. Are you upset cause I refused to marry you?" she tried to guess what happened.
"Nope, not at all" I scoffed flatly.
"I'm sorry, Pey. I also forgive your mistakes. Come on, let’s just fix this relationship, I won't make the same mistake. I want to be your wife Pey." she tried to focus the topic on us.
"Are you sure? After what you did?"
"Yes, we've been together a few years, we made the same mistakes. Why can't we forgive each other? Let's get married, let's have kids together! I really love you, Pey!"
"Well, I do not..."
"I'm begging you, Peyton. We've been together for 5 years. One mistake and you leave me this way? This isn’t fair!"
"Bella, listen. I can be with any woman if I want to, but I don't. I choose a woman to be my lover, a woman whom I can love and sleep with me. I don't sleep with just any woman just because of lust. No one-night stand for me, I think it's stupid and reckless. I am not having s*x just for casual purpose. Moreover, this isn’t at all about you sleeping with another man, Bella. I don't even care about that, no. I’m just no longer in love with you, and I guess, this is just the right moment to say it. Thank you for making me aware of what’s happening. Bye Bella" I explained, followed by hanging up the call.
I decided to call off my conversation and my engagement with Bella. Right here, right now.
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Five months after Mirah left, not a single day my mind was far from her. Staying here at home only brought more and more memories about her. I came home early today, considering the condition of my health since I kept sleeping at 2am.
As I entered the house, everything in it makes me miss Mirah even more. I miss Mirah as she opened the door for me, I miss the morning when she pulled the blinds of my room and the light came along with the silhouette of her body. I miss how her serious face when trying to match the tie and my shirt. I miss the food she made, and especially, the coffee in the morning. For the first time I just understood how missing someone can be this frustrating and painful.
My steps led me into her room at the end of the hallway. This room was really humid and cramped. I remember the day she was very upset when I forced her to stay and put her belongings right here in this room. At that time, I still had a lot of hatred for her.
I opened the wardrobe; some clothes of hers are still here… left in the closet neatly. Then I turned to an old dressing table with glass which was partially filled with some black spots. I opened the drawers one by one. In the middle drawer, I found a pair of tiny shoes, ivory white, the same color as the scarf given by Mirah. Right next to the shoes was our wedding ring. I held both of them tightly, making my longing increasingly felt even more excruciating.
2.24 AM in the morning.
I woke up from my sleep, in my dream I saw Mirah holding a little baby boy and I ran hurriedly towards her, but no matter how fast I tried to chase her, she was so far away. She just smiled before she disappeared in the darkness of the forest. I contacted Santoz right then and there.
"Uhm, Hello... yes sir." his voice was hoarse clearly he was sleeping.
"Anything new you got about Mirah?"
"Mirah, sir?" the answer still sounds somewhat confused
"The detective that I asked for. How is it? It’s been almost 5 months since Mirah left, and as I recall you only gave reports several times," I snapped.
"Sorry sir, sorry, I will ask him to contact you tomorrow morning to report."
* 10:15 AM in the Office
The sound of a cellphone ringing
"Hello ..." I replied simply
"Good morning, Mr. Peyton, I'm from PT. DS, I'm Mikko, who is entrusted with the responsibility of finding your wife”
"Yes, I'm waiting for your report since months ago. Why didn't I receive any progress?" I asked
"Your wife is a smart person, Sir. She took all her savings, so we cannot trace her transaction. Your wife has never used her credit card, there are no overseas travel activities or other air travel. We assume that she is still here in Java or maybe in Sumatra. Our search has been quite long because our people here now have to go down to the road, Sir” Mikko tried to explain.
"I do not care about the method you use. I want the reports to be sent. To me, every week no matter how small the progress is, there are no more reports to Santoz, I want all reports now from you directly to me. Understood?"
"Yes sir, we’re trying our best."
"Well yes, you should, or else I will turn to another agent to find her. Thank you"
"You're welcome, sir." said Mikko ending the call.
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