Chapter 40

She pouted again.

“Eh, I will wait for you until you become ready and feel like having a girlfriend.”

I scratch my head because she is insisting on her wants.

I don’t want to explain to a kid, especially to her.

“It is okay if we eat popcorn? I don’t have snacks and stocks on my fridge.” Old Enzo.

“Keran, I am feeling scared.” This witch said to me.

I chose the horror so she would shake in fear, can’t sleep, and regret staying with us.

While old Enzo is sleeping on the other sofa. He is lazy. He is always sleeping every time we are watching a movie; he instead plays a game than watching. But his soul is wide awake whenever we watch an education video.

I’m gonna prank you later.

I received a text and got my phone from the center table.

My manager is calling me.

“I’m going; if you have plans to stay here, tell old Enzo I already left, okay?” I told Chandria.

I stand out and get my coat on the sofa.

“Don’t leave me here; I am going with you,” Chandria said. She is making a drama again. Tsk! What a drama queen.

Girls, what did you like about drama? Does it make you beautiful?

I am already at the door and about to pull it when she reaches me.

“It’s up to you,” I said, shrugging and not looking at her. I don’t wanna have a fight with her drama.

I walk ahead of her, and when I reach the parking lot and she’s behind me.

“Babe Keran, can you walk slow?” She has a hard time walking.

I opened my car and slid myself in.

“Wait for me!” She shouted at me.

I started the engine. I am in a hurry today.

What will my manager go to tell me?

I frowned when I saw her standing and massaging her ankle.

Woman! grr!

I slid off my sports car, and I came near her, and she looked hurt.

“Don’t you tell me that you fell from the ground?”

I am looking at her ankle. What a stupid woman!

She looks at me with pleading eyes. She is teary-eyed. Hay! I don’t like crying baby women. I don’t want to babysit.

“Chandria, I am in a hurry,” I shouted.

“My manager called me, and he needs me now; I can take care of you. Call someone to help you!”

She is disturbing me and wasting my time.

I came back to my car and left her. If she can come here alone, she can go home alone. She can handle herself. She’s not a kid anymore, just acting like one.

My manager is calling me, but I am not answering his calls. My manager wants me in front of me in just one text.

I am in far when I decided to U-turn. I drive so fast.

He might tell this to my mom, and my mom won’t cook for me when I go home.

I saw her position just like I had left her. This time Chandria is sitting on my ground while massaging her ankle. Why she’s rubbing it? She’s a foolish woman! I lift her and slide her into my car; I put on her seatbelt too. She’s giving me trouble and stress.

“Next time, don’t wear heels anymore; no matter what you do, you are still small.”

This kind of scenario happened many times.

“You walk too fast, and I can’t walk beside you. I want us to walk together.” She’s almost crying.

“Do you want me to bring it to the hospital or your house? My manager badly needs me; look, he is calling me again.” I pointed my phone at my legs. My phone had been ringing many times.

I frowned when I heard her crying.

“Why you don’t like me? Your family likes me so much.” She finally cried all her tears.

I deeply sighed.

“Chandria, you know, you are still young and like someone else there. I don’t have any feelings for you, and I can offer friendships. And I saw you as a friend only.” I explain and make things clear.

I drive fast because my manager keeps calling; he won’t stop until I don’t show up in front of him. What does he need from me this time?

“But I really like you. You are the only one I like and love for the rest of my life. I don’t like others. My heart is loyal to you.”

I sighed again.

“You are hard-headed.”

I have already explained this matter to her a hundred times. How many times did I already reject her? I can’t count.

“You are not in your right mind,” I commented and licked my lower lip.

Chandria is hard to talk to. She doesn’t understand what I am saying.

“Hey, don’t cry! Stops are crying.”

She is staring at me while my focus is on the road.

“Stops the car there; I’ll just call my driver to fetch me.”

She is easy to talk to. She understands the assignment.

“Just stop me there, and I’ll just wait for a bus to pass by.”

I am not that bad a person.

“I am going tomorrow to your house. Are you there?” She changes the topic.

Chandria's face brightens again. A while ago, she is crying and now smiling. She can be an actress.

“I still don’t know.”

I stopped my car on the side when I saw a waiting shield. She can rest her foot while waiting for her driver or bus or whatever. I don't care.

“There, take care, okay?” I advised her.

She kissed my right cheek before she left.

I can now finally fly.

“Do you still know someone or anyone to whom she is indebted?” Attorney Kienzo asked Weltry.

They are in a private room in a building.

Weltry thinks before he answers.

“Did you already tell her the truth?” Weltry asked.

“Not yet.” Attorney Kienzo answered sincerely.

“We already paid her debt in the banks and to uncle… about uncle, why did you give him a lot of money? And why does he keeps on asking for money from you? You gave him huge money many times.” Weltry shooks his head.

“Her father is a gold digger,” Kienzo answered as he sipped on the tea the waitress had just put on their table.

“Well, that’s the problem.”

“I already talked to him about his daughter,” Kienzo said and leaned on the chair.

“That was her last debt on me, and you know what? You already spend such huge money on her.” Weltry.

Kienzo pays him interest every time he borrows Claire’s money and another salary for keeping his secrets. A lot of benefits from attorney Kienzo.

Claire doesn’t know that Kienzo is behind and the one who pays all her debts.

“She’s my wife, and she’s my responsibility. Her debt is my debt.”  Kienzo reason.

Weltry rolled his eyes and leaned on the chair.

“I thought you were going to give me money. That’s why you wanted to meet me.”

Disappointment is visible on Weary's face.

“You already get a lot of money from me.”

Attorney Kienzo said bitterly.

Weltry laughed.

“I doubt why Claire has a huge debt like that?” Until now, Weltry is still thinking about that thing.

Kienzo didn't reply abruptly and thought too about that matter.

“She’s running and hiding.” Kienzo is sure about it.

“Wait, I remember something.“

Weltry laughed and pulled his phone from his trouser.

“This is you, right?” Weltrylaughs and shows his phone screen while playing the video.

Kienzo frowned when he saw his face and the place of his office.

“Where the hell did you get that video?” Kienzo glared at him.

Weltry chuckled.

“Ashole, you are already famous. You have a million views on TikTok.”

Kienzo deadly glare turns into confusion.

What’s TikTok?

In that video, he is seriously reading at his office. He looks handsome there.

“This is Claire's account, and she posted it on all her social media accounts.”

Kienzo clenched his fist. It can’t be seen that he is with Claire.

He clenched his fist.

“Oh, why you don’t look happy?” Weltry asked with confusion on his face.

What was that woman thinking? It’s not safe to post a video or picture with them.

Before, Kienzo was able to talk when his phone rang.

Kiki frowned when he saw his mom’s number. His mom rarely called him, it was either an emergency, or he did sin.

Maybe this is an emergency.

He answered the call in front of Weltry.

“Mom?” He started first.

“Son!! Dolly is here!.” Her mother happily informs him.

Kienzo frowned. What’s Dolly doing in their house?

“Can you explain this to me? She told me she is your ex.”

Oh shit!

“Mom, I’m going there,” Kiki informed his mom and ended the call.

“I need to go. Let’s talk some other time.”

Weltry just nodded at him.

“Mommy!” I shouted at Keran's mom and soon-to-be my mother-in-law. That Keran is an asshole, he doesn’t have a little care for me, and he left me there. He chose his gay manager over my beautiful face and good reputation. I didn’t even get him in my acting skills.

“Uncle!” I called my father-in-law when I saw him reading some magazines.

Their house is too huge, but only three people are there.

I am more than welcome here. I can go whenever I want.

“What are you doing here, witch?” I look at Kyle, who’s busy playing.

“Hello, baby Kyle!” I was about to kiss him on his cheeks when he entered another sofa.

“Iw! Don’t kiss me; we’re not close, and please don’t call me baby Kyle.” he rolled at me.