Find and Replace

Eighth Thirty five in the evening. 

"I said I'm going to get you what you want but I don't say that you can get near her!" The woman shouted out of anger. 

Her fist is balling while staring deadly at the man who's just being cool of himself while sitting on the couch. 

He fixed his necktie before he sounded. But now with a warning on his voice. "Yes we have a deal, but your sister is quite interesting too, I want to know her," he answered full of teasing. 

That's when the woman quickly stepped towards the sitting man and slapped him in an instant. 

"Don't try to make things with her, By, aren't our deals not enough for you already" the woman questioned. 

He chuckled. Rolling his eyes while caressing his cheeks that she slapped. Looking at her with a smirk on his face, the man came up with words. 

"Okay, fine," it answered, raising his hand in the air indicating that he surrendered. "You won here, I'm not going to make her life like yours, just do whatever the hell I want you to do. Get all of his money, his luxury, his everything and leave him, that's what I want. Yeah?" 

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"Baby, can you come here to my place? It's pretty cold here, I want to snuggle with you." The timid voice sounded on the other line. 

The man is already in his bed but awake sighed. Stepping his foot on the cold floor of his room, he massages his eyebrows before he speaks. 

"Freya, why are you still awake at this hour? Isn't it you have your fashion show in Paris tomorrow morning? You should have slept enough." He answered. 

"Eer... As I told you, I was feeling so cold here at my condo... Plus I miss you so much, don't you miss me too?" She asked. Leaving the man outword. 

"Fine, I'll just wear my coat", he said. 

On his way to his closet, a single piece of black ponytail fell off of his wrists. 

That's when Zayn realized that he has her hair tie that he got last week when Violet was forced to sleep with him on the same bed. 

while looking at the hair tie he picked up, the young man didn't realize that a thin smile appeared on his lips as he remembered what happened that night.

And how he fell asleep well that night that he even missed his workday on the subsequent day. 

Suddenly, his silent phone rang that made him to looked at it one more time. With a lazy eyes and deep breathings, he was flabbergasted when he saw her contact details flashed on the screen of his cell phone. 

In an abrupt manner, he picked up the phone and answered. 

"Where are you now?" The strong voice asked. 

Not minding her attitude, he answered in icy tone. "Don't you know the call time rule—"

"I don't care, " she cut his words. "Are you at the mansion already? Grandpa says she's going to tell us something tomorrow. I would like us both to face him." She stated continuously. 

His brows furrowed. Grandpa Victorio didn't tell him anything about it. Notr talk to him without being mad in an instant. 

But Violet Herera was like a precious gem for him to take care and to talk gently with. 

He thinks skeptical. Putting his hand inside his pocket, the man sighed and acting cool. 

If his Grandpa can take care of Violet, he can absolutely do the same thing to her. But that's the problem, he and Violet never get along well even a minute on their three years of marriage. 

Violet was always distant, nonchalant and never wanted him to touch her. He's still a man with needs. 

Moreover when Freya entered his life again two years after he had got married with Violet. Their relationship became chaotic. Full of coldness and ignores. 

They indeed failed their promise to be good at each other while facing the old August Balnt Barlowe on the hospital ved before he passed away. 

And to love each other into forever, till death. 

"I'll be back here tomorrow sooner than today, So I guess I can make it." He answered after the minutes of silent. 

Only then he realized that the phone call was already ended about one minute ago. 

He didn't even realize it sooner because of the thinking he was drowned of. 

Looking at the wall clock to check the time, his eyes was like having its own mind to look at the other side of the wall where their images were decorated. 

Their wedding pictures are in frame, set on the white wall of the room together with preserved flower petals and leaves on the side. 

Back to the time where all those began, Violet was so happy to see the bouquet of pink and Violet tulips given by him while all the visitors were happy enjoying their wines and food on each of their table set. 

But then her smile fades away after her phone call with one of the nurses of his Grandfather. 

"Papa, don't leave me alone, I can't live without you," Violet stated while he listens. 

"Don't worry, Ija, I have trust in your husband that he will make you feel safe, alive and happy, I trust that he will never leave you like I will." 

It was still clear inside his mind. On how August Blant said it to his granddaughter, Violet. On how he trusts him to take care of his only living granddaughter. 

"That's why me and Victorio made a promise that we will make our grandsons and daughters to marry each other. We just know that it would be as good as our friendship," he added, in between his life and death situation. 

That's the day when he saw how broken Violet is. 

But he didn't care at all, why? He was still in love with the woman he met on the England game cheerleader, the highly paid model of multiple brands. 

And was known all over the world of fashion. That's Freya. 

Indeed their wedding day was the day where August Blant died peacefully on the hospital bed that made Violet cry for the first time. 

And that's also the day he hated the most because he has a plan to appear on Freya's life again and to court her. 

Older people knows best, they said. That even they disregard younger people's wants and plans, they don't care about it thinking that it was just a trash. 

Are August and Victorio really wrong with the marriage? 

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