Morgan Sang Casanova's
Sixty Five

One week later...

The morning had greeted, with the sunlight slowly entering filling the corners of the room. Morgan woke up from his sleep, he was wriggling both his hands. Then he staggered off to the kitchen.

This morning Morgan cooked sweet sour shrimp, Zhoya's favorite dish, then after the cooking was done, Morgan prepared two dishes on the dining table along with rice and sweet sour shrimp that he had cooked.

Morgan still remembers the first time he knew Zhoya liked the sweet sour shrimp when he ate with Zhoya, Galvin, and Hana. The four of them dined together on Galvin's private plane, on their way home from Germany to Indonesia.

Morgan saw that Zhoya was very greedy to eat the sweet sour shrimp, so he knew and remembered Zhoya's favorite food.

"Bocil, breakfast is ready!" Morgan said it out loud.

However there was no response at all from Zhoya, therefore Morgan called out to Zhoya once more.

"Babies!"

Morgan sighed, surely Zhoya was still sleeping soundly this morning, he was forced to climb up the stairs one by one, then enter Zhoya's room.

"Bocil, today I cook your favorite..." Morgan did not continue his words, as soon as he saw that Zhoya was not there.

"Bocil, where are you?" Morgan opened the bathroom door there. Apparently Zhoya wasn't there either.

Morgar held his head which suddenly felt dizzy, made him remember something, he immediately opened the closet in Zhoya's room, it turned out that the closet was so empty, not a single one of Zhoya's clothes there.

Morgan was so aware that Zhoya had not lived in this house for a week. That night after the grand opening event, it turned out that Zhoya was not messing with his words. He actually left even though Morgan had tried so hard to hold him back.

No matter what made Zhoya change, the woman was so cold to him, she did not even want to see him again, nor did Zhoya respond to messages from her. In fact he always avoids it every time Morgan comes to the restaurant.

This matter only the two of them know, Galvin did not know that Morgan with Zhoya was not one house anymore, at the request of Zhoya.

Morgan was sitting on the edge of the mattress, last night he was drunk, even the influence of alcohol was still controlling it, so until he hallucinated thinking Zhoya was still living with him.

The days without Zhoya felt so empty, no one else was spoiled for her, nothing else made her smile. The bocil that always made her anxious actually left her.

Morgan came down from the first floor, he walked over blankly, then a glimpse of Zhoya's shadow was there, in every corner of his house. Still imagined when he often joked with Zhoya, when he often cooked with Zhoya, and all the days he went through with Zhoya, but everything now only remains memories.

He really misses her, misses her a lot.

But she did not understand why Zhoya suddenly left her and asked to hasten their divorce, whereas during their marriage, Morgan had never played with another woman.

Morgan felt his life was not excited, but soon he had to go to England to shoot a film.

Morgan was sitting on the bottom stairs, he was holding his head still feeling very dizzy, without realizing he was hatching his tears, but he was not a man who easily cried.

Morgan really felt like he lost Zhoya, he regretted his stupidity, why he realized he loved her so much, missed her so much.

"Shoya..."

Morgan reached into his pants pocket, carrying his cell phone, he saw the myriad messages he had sent to Zhoya, but Zhoya did not read them at all.

But Morgan didn't give up, he always sent a message every day to Zhoya

Drrr... Drrr...

Morgan's phone shook, apparently there was a phone call from the papa's residential phone number. It's certain Nani called him.

"Hallo,"

"Master, Mrs..."

"Why with mommy?"

"The girl is dead." There was a sound of Bik Nani who was so happy because her big mistress was already awake.

Morgan shed his tears as soon as he heard the good news about his mother. How happy he was that he had finally awakened. "What's right, bik?"

"Yes, Sir."

Morgan immediately decided his phone, he had to go to the house of the father to meet with his mother.

...****************...

"Mah...!" Morgan hugged the mother who was sitting in a wheelchair.

Bu Widdy returned Morgan's embrace, she shed her tears, she finally saw her beloved son again.

"Where is your wife?"

Morgan was shocked when Bu Widdy asked Zhoya, even though he felt he had only once brought Zhoya to his parents' house.

Then Bik Nani explained, mumpung Pak Gara was busy chatting with his personal doctor Bu Widdy.

"When Master again in the city of B Non Zhoya often came here, Non Zhoya often told the same mistress about Mr and Non Zhoya. Even Non Zhoya also often helped take care of the mistress."

Morgan was flabbergasted to hear that, he had absolutely no idea of it. Zhiy never told him.

"Yes, that's why when Nani says you're married to a girl named Zhoya, you feel familiar with her name, maybe because Zhoya often invites you to talk when you're in a coma." said Bu Widdy in a soft tone, he could not speak at length. Just talk so his breath is already tight.

Morgan's eyes glazed over, he felt like the immature was not Zhoya, but himself. Making him even more injured must lose a woman as valuable as Zhoya, even though he does not know what his mistake is.

"Oh yes Sir, Non Zhoya once entered the room Mr. you know, fortunately aunt often clean the room Mr." said Bik Nani again slowly, afraid to be heard by Mr. Gara.

Morgan was surprised to hear that, he only realized in his room that there was a photo album when he was still dating Disha. Making him realize, is that perhaps the reason Zhoya left him, because he already knew that Disha was his former lover? Is it possible that Zhoya was injured because he still kept a photo of Disha and also used to wear a home password with Disha's date of birth?

Whereas for this one week he had never met Disha, even though he knew Disha was already in the capital, working at Zhoya's restaurant. Maybe because he thinks it's erratic. All he now had in mind were Zhoya, Zhoya, and Zhoya.

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