I Love You My Sugar Daddy
Feel guilty

The seconds of the clock rang, indicating eight in the morning. The room was quiet, the room was empty and neat. Only Aeleasha herself, standing in front of the window, was able to bring her fresh air, and the morning sun through the trees, through the thin curtains and ventilation holes of her room.

Aeleasha kept thinking about Tiana's request to him in order to persuade Rafael. Two years have passed since he cut ties with the man.

Rafael chose not to contact him again. Both of them decided to be someone else who lives in their own world.

It was difficult for him to choose between two decisions. Whatever he chooses ultimately makes him a bad person.

Aeleasha seemed to always miss the opportunity to thank Rafael.

In the past, Rafael has saved her life, and then married her to save a teenage years ruined by being raped.

The man had saved his life many times. He gave her good treatment, gave her protection, gave her a warm family, and then gave her love.

However, never able to return his love because in his heart already engraved one name for sure, like an inscription that has been engraved hundreds of years ago and do not want them to hurt each other more than that.

He wants Rafael to release a woman who will only give hurt and pain throughout the day because a marriage cannot be done unilaterally. Aeleasha was unwilling to continue giving him empty hopes.

The woman took her breath for a few seconds.

Exhaling for a few moments. Then lean his back against the wall.

Some time ago, Aeleasha tried to convince herself. The woman immediately picked up a flat object on the table and dialed a mobile number in a search to make a call.

Aeleasha felt, this must be resolved immediately, so that everything becomes clearer. For his past to find the word complete.

The last thing is for them to not only live in their respective worlds, but also live within limits. Boundaries that should give each other direction to live better.

"Hello" said Aeleasha as the call lifted.

Doubt and worry become one. The greeting is like a word spoken in non-gravitational and airless space. It just came out of his mouth.

Silence held both of them in empty seconds.

Meanwhile across the phone, Rafael is unmoved. Know for sure the voice of the woman across there, his ex-wife. There was a trembling heart when the voice sounded.

His heart rippled to the fog like the branches of a maple tree blown by a winter storm. Although Rafael had deleted the woman's number, but he remembered her voice.

The voice of the woman who two years ago always filled her days like a chord that always accompanied the baskara. The woman who always managed to cause a fuss and rumble in her chest.

Unfortunately, loving Aeleasha is like taking care of a cocoon. So much time rolls around, spending day after day understanding, looking after her, taking care of her.

But one morning, the cocoon turned into a butterfly.

The butterfly flapped its wings beautifully. Rafael wanted to catch him, but could not catch him. The butterfly will be hurt.

The saddest thing is that the butterfly cannot keep her company forever.

The butterfly must go to find a flower garden, to find its own world.

The man sighed for a moment, trying not to get emotional.

"Misconnect?" ask the man finally, trying to be sure.

"Ah, no-no! I want to talk to you," Aeleasha refused to stop Rafael from disconnecting.

The woman as much as possible didn't sound too panicked. I don't want things to get more awkward and cold.

"Brothers." Zaara bit her lip for a moment to hold back the doubt. "I heard you're getting married soon."

Raphael immediately clenched his jaw. His head was now filled with questions. What has he been missing all day?

There was only one person in his mind, his mother. No one else can do this.

Rafael held his breath, muffling the restrained anger. He had more than expected Aeleasha would contact him in this way.

"Who said I was getting married?" Rafael asked to make sure.

Zaara muttered for a few seconds before finally answering. "Mama."

"That's not true." Rafael answered firmly.

The atmosphere between them was suddenly silent. Aeleasha was confused looking for what kind of sentence to chimed in, while Rafael was swept away in his own mind.

Idiotically. That's stupid, Rafael. Who she was to Aeleasha, so she had to deny that much. He is just his former husband.

The ex-husband that Aeleasha never loved. Aeleasha should be aware and know herself. However, at a time like this, hearing Aeleasha's voice again.

Rafael spoke to Aeleasha again, unknowingly making his heart waver.

It was hard to hide, but his feelings were always rebellious to be found. Rafael seems to have no control over his own heart.

The woman across there chuckled. "I heard you already have a future wife. Then, when are you going to marry her?"

Mild rarity that sounds forced. Rafael knows that well. He memorized every habit, voice when he was sad, angry, disappointed, or happy. The man still remembers well.

Rafael can only smile sweetly now. Depressing. Hearing Aeleasha's voice at this moment.

He realized that there was an implied distance that he was trying to build. His voice was the same as the one he heard last time. When the woman said goodbye to him.

Raphael painstakingly adjusted his breathing to calm down.

"Right," he answered briefly, with a stifled intonation. "I don't know when I'll be able to start a new relationship."

Rafael sometimes wants to hit his own mouth. Now what else did he say. The man felt very messy. He could not even think of what Aeleasha would think after hearing her words.

That long pause seemed to tell Rafael and punish him. In the woman's head across there, it must be mixed.

Aeleasha could only hold her breath. Half-dead nervous. Awkward that's so hard to avoid.

"Brother," call Aeleasha restrained.

"It's all the same here, Aeleasha." Raphael cut off his words.

Aeleasha immediately closed her eyes. He bit his own nails. What kind of situation is this? Maybe that's what both of them thought. However, chaos now seemed to have taken control of Rafael's mind

"I've tried to leave those memories in my old house, but they keep pushing me inside my head." Rafael's voice sounded desperate. Hollowly.

There was clearly his helplessness, and his inability to be willing was so obvious.

Zaara could now only wet her own lips, unable to make a sound. Confused, feeling guilty, everything mixed into a single entity that seemed to strangle his neck.

To be continued...