Wound Delay Smile

"Good, Meg?" asked Evans when he saw Megan devoured the fried rice she brought.

"Yes, thank you. You have to bother coming here." Megan put the used fried rice wrap back into the crackle bag and threw it away.

"Mr. Evans isn't working?" Megan asked as she finished cleaning her mouth from the bathroom.

"Just got home, Meg. I saw someone selling fried rice, I remembered you so I bought it."

"Sit here, I want to watch television." Megan invited Evans to sit in the living room not far from the living room.

They began to sink into silence, only the sound of the television could be heard. Evans watched Megan silently. This beautiful girl has stirred her feelings and heart.

Evans was twenty-nine years old at this time. Already mature enough, he also worked as a manager at a construction company in France. He also has a house, car and other possessions. The only thing he hasn't got is a wife.

But when he goes to Megan's house, he prefers to use a motorbike. Because the road is quite steep.

Megan, who realized she was being watched, turned her head, her eyes met with Evans. Megam looked away, not wanting to let Evans look at her for too long.

"Meg ..." Evans walked over to her, sitting next to Megan.

"Master..." Megan muttered under her breath.

Evans brushed Megan's hair behind her ear. He looked at her beautiful face without any make-up, it was intense. Megan was perfect in her eyes.

"Meg, you're beautiful," Evans muttered under his breath.

Megan didn't answer. He froze, he hadn't felt touch in a long time. So he let, as Evans began to bring his face closer, pressed his lips to Megan's, kissing her passionately. Megan was lulled, she began to grab Evans neck to deepen their kiss.

However, just as he began to get lost in that beautiful soothing kiss, Arthur's image suddenly appeared in his memory. Megan gasped, a reflex pushed by Evans. The man was taken aback, staring at Megan with a look that was hard to pin down.

"Sorry, sir, I can't." Megan moved away, taking a seat across from Evans.

"I'm sorry, Meg. I shouldn't be so presumptuous." Evans looked down, regretful.

"Sir," Megan called quietly.

"Yes, Meg," Evans said, lifting his head.

"You want to know what I was like before?" Megam asked quietly.

"Yes, tell me, Meg."

Megan took a deep breath and then let it out slowly before she spoke.

"Evans, before I met you, I already knew another man." Megan took a deep breath. He didn't want to hide anything from Evans anymore. The man must know who he really is. Evans was silent, still waiting.

"I've even gotten very involved with that guy." Evans seemed to be holding his breath, his head suddenly dizzy.

"Go on, Meg," he said to Megan when Megan suddenly stopped talking.

"I . . . spent almost all my time serving her, making love." Megan looked down. Evans held his head which was gripping even more tightly in pain.

"It's okay, Meg, carry on." Evans tried to contain his feelings that were starting to fall apart.

"And I, am in this place to hide from him." Megan looked at Evans who was now also looking at her.

"Meg, I wanted to protect you," Evans said quietly. Megan felt heat in her eyes. At first, he thought Evans would leave him after his confession. However, the man said otherwise.

"No, I don't want to disappoint you," Megan said quietly. He didn't want Evans to love him too deeply. The man is too good, should get a good woman too. Megan thought languidly.

"Let me prove it, Meg, I'm not going to force you to accept me, but try to open your heart slowly," Evans said softly. Megan looked at him sadly.

"You're not disgusted by me?" Megan asked in a trembling voice. Evans shook his head.

Megan didn't know what else to say to the man. He could only reply with a sad smile. A wound delaying smile for Evans after this.

***

"Sir, the spy suspects the movement of one of Miss Megan's family."

The information made Arthur turn around.

"Keep an eye on it! Let me know as soon as Megan is found," Arthur said with clenched fists.

"Very well, sir. We will do our best. We will bring Miss Megan to you."

"No!" said Artyr stopping Steve in his tracks. "I'll pick him up straight away!" continued Arthur coldly.

Steve nodded obediently and then continued to walk out of the room. Artyr turned back in his chair. He looked straight ahead.

"Megan, sooner or later, I'll find you again," Arthur said with a burning heart.

When he was back in a long daydream. The phone rings. Arthur immediately picked it up, now he was always excited every time he heard his phone ring. Because, every ringing is a hope that will be the beginning of his meeting with Megan again.

"Sir, we have found Miss Megan. But..." The informant stopped the sentence.

"But what? Say it quickly!" Arthur insisted.

"He was seen with a man. And..." The informant hung his sentence again.

"What?! Say it quickly! Don't make me angry!"

"And we lost track of him, sir."

"Stupid! Search again until you find it!" Arthur cursed angrily. He turned off the phone. Arthur burns with jealousy, hearing Megan is with a man. He grabbed a vase and threw it at the wall, causing it to shatter. Arthur threw whatever was nearby.

He squeezed her hair tightly. The staff outside the room could only be silent. Even so tense, the pen that fell from one of the staff's desk did not make him bend down to pick it up again.

The big boss is being controlled by anger. They are in the danger zone.

The secretary's phone rings, she picks it up scared.

"Yes sir?"

"Call someone to clean my room! Done in no more than fifteen minutes!" Arthur said with his emotions running high.

The secretary immediately called the cleaning staff. Three people came rushing over. Just as they were about to knock on the door, Arthur came out.

There was fresh blood in his palms. Arthur had squeezed the shard of the flower vase so hard it hurt his hand. The staff stared in horror at the sight.

"Master, let's clean your wound." Steve calmly approached his master. Arthur just nodded. Only Steve and Alesha could handle Arthur at a time like this.

"Gosh, sir, this is really scary. The room looks like it's been hit by an earthquake," said one of the cleaning staff, shaking his head. While the other two friends were still dumbfounded with their mouths hanging open to see the room was like a broken ship.

"We only have fifteen minutes, the motorbike bill hasn't been paid off, the mortgage is still fifteen years old. I don't want to be fired just because I can't clean this on time. Let's clean it up now." The other had already replied.

Their fate is in the hands of a clock that is moving forward. They became very pounding like the first memory when they met the policeman who came with a ticket.