Chapter 2

The road where the car is parked is now seems quiet from the people. Two grown men in the car were seen sitting in different positions. Sitting in the driver's seat was a dark-haired man with a very neatly trimmed piece. His eyes were as black as night and gazed intently at the entrance of a small supermarket a few yards from his car in park, his front side leaning forward and leaning against the steering wheel.

While the man in the front passenger seat had been silent for a long time. His back leans against the door and thoughtfully considers his companion's actions. Watching her friend's behavior, the man suddenly felt impatient and ruffled his hair in frustration. He slapped softly against his own chair and then closed his eyes with fatigue. His head is leaning against the window. "Until when, Alan? How long have you been watching her from afar? Don't you want to see him?" Gary asked with concern as he gazed at his friend's speechless jaw and just continued to stare straight at the tiny girl who had just wandered out of the little supermarket and down the narrow lane into the lost turn.

"I miss him," the man murmured in his driver's seat in a tone that rang deeply.

It made Gary look with tears in his eyes at Alan who at the moment drowned his face on the steering wheel with his shoulders shaking for god knows what. After breathing heavily in the air, Gary gave Alan a gentle pat on the shoulder. But it wasn't long before he suddenly tapped Alan's back hard enough, all the time saying with his bulging eyes, "Haven't you seen how he's suffered since he married that bastard? Don't you ever intend to pull it out of that hell. I real—"

Before Gary finished his words, Alan suddenly raised his head with a look of hurt from his bloodshot eyes. That handsome man doesn't seem to care about Gary who just hit him. Alan opened his lips softly and softly, "I'm afraid. What if she remembers me as an asshole and hates me more? How about it, Gary?" There was a pause for a few moments used by Alan to soothe his sudden, throbbing heart. Still with a twinkle in his eyes, Alan goes back to saying, "What am I supposed to do? I'm really scared, Gary."

There is a terrible memory of the past that suddenly repeats before a glimpse. Alan closed his eyelids tightly because suddenly he felt more and more uncomfortable. Attentively, Gary patted Alan on the shoulder. "How about you start by trying to forgive yourself and then try to approach him carefully?" Gary's words were filled with flattery, but his shoulders were lifted indifferently, and he was absolutely devastated to see the plight of the handsome man next to him.

"I am the most sinful man on the face of the earth. No more sorry sorry no one will be able to give forgiveness to a murderer like me!" he cried with his head pounding on the steering wheel without feeling the pain. Alan keeps condemning himself without a care for Gary staring down at him

Meanwhile, at about the same time, there was an indication that the Seren was opening the entrance to the residence of an excessive apprehension. Her fingers seemed to quiver very clearly as she recalled Baskara's mistreatment of her this morning. This morning Seren lifted her head from a plate of Fried rice in front of her and looked at the nicely dressed Bascara. The man was handsome and fresh on his way to the shoe rack to pick up a pair of shiny brown loafers and wear them without even glancing at Seren.

And yet Seren like a fool. All the nasty treatment she received from Baskara last night seemed to have slipped her mind. Serous lips weave a thin smile when they say, "Eat a little, Baskara. Your stomach will hurt from last night's alcohol if you don't fill your stomach immediately." The look in her eyes looked calm, leaning very calm, as if nothing had just happened to her by the large hand of the man standing without expression was nearby. Even Seren immediately rose to her feet and took Baskara's arm to then want him led to the table.

Like a raging fire had just ignited, Baskara gave her a violent thrashing of his arm until the grab of the Seren dropped. The man's gaze lit with rage as he patted the back of his coat that Seren had touched, and Bascara had done it as if he had just touched something very dirty. Then, with no warning at all, the palm he had previously used to clean the invisible dust off the sleeve of his coat was now drawn up by Baskara to give her a powerful, fast-right slap on the right cheek of the seren, which was still visible from his previous blows.

"Dirty woman," Bascara grunts with his lips squeaking as if she were looking at something truly disgusting. Afterward, Baskara looked down at the tiny Seren body that had just fallen to her knees because his violent slap could not be restrained. Then, as if he really didn't think of Seren as a person, Baskara kicked the feet of the Seren that felt so disturbing. After doing so, without looking back, Baskara immediately walked toward the exit and went to the paddling of seren's sobbing with the tiny fingers she used to gently wipe her calves with.

At the sound of his living door hinged open, Seren quietly breathed her breath in a relieved expression for not finding any sign of Bascara. Seren then walked toward the kitchen. She slowly opened the refrigerator door and put down some of the ingredients she had just purchased from the nearby supermarket. The woman did the whole thing calmly until the refrigerator that had previously looked miserable because of the empties, now looked better because it was almost full of vegetables and choice fruits.