The Passion of Love of the President
CHAPTER 27 - Ended

Read slowly and enjoy, position yourself as Zia then you will feel different when you finish reading it.

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"Well, we prove after you see this .. what your stance will remain the same."

There is no other way, forever Zidan will be like this. It seems that protecting her self-esteem in front of Zidan is not important now, because whenever her first love is indeed never giving her permission to break away.

"What?"

He shows the photo that Mikhail always uses as a threat when Zia messes him up. Mikhail's selfishness is indeed crazy, although in the end if he meets he will be sweet still the way it suppresses the inner Zia.

"What do you mean?"

Time and time again she made sure, Zia lowered her head and just wished Zidan hadn't slapped her tonight. The man drowned quietly while laughing discordantly, his heart refusing if the woman in the photo was his lover.

"Zia's? You're kidding, aren't you? My birthday is past, don't be like this please."

His fingers trembled holding the phone, almost falling but as much as Zidan could catch his breath first. He was not a hot-tempered man that anything instantly exploded.

"It's not a funny thing to joke about, Zidan."

Zia shook her head many times, until she was shown concrete evidence Zidan seemed to reject it. The man was still staring at Zia confused while occasionally returning to look at the details of the photo.

"Who's the insolent edit your photos like this, dear? Hm? Say, Zia."

Logically believe and the photo is real, but his heart can not. Zia can't possibly be this indecent, where maybe this is her lover. Zidan breathed a heavy sigh.

His chest was tight, the oxygen in this room was not enough for him. For the first time in 2 years of relationship, Zia made her eyes condense. It was not because of the shock, but this was the first wound that Zia had inflicted on her mind.

"That's not an edit, Zidan! That's me." Her voice trembled, Zia did not have the courage to look into Zidan's eyes at this moment.

"O MY GOD, ZIA!!"

For the first time Zidan yelled at his lover. His voice echoed and the man kicked the table as his impingement. Gentle does not mean not to be angry, Zidan is also an ordinary human who can of course be disappointed.

"You realize what you're doing, huh? What did he give you until you were willing to do something this crazy?" zidan asked, shaking Zia's shoulder tightly.

For whatever sake it feels Zidan's soul is shaken extraordinarily. The woman he's been guarding, the clothes are a little open, Zidan doesn't like. Never want an offer, never kiss.

"I-I was forced .. if my dad was okay then maybe this kind of thing would never happen!" clearly asking Zidan could understand, his face was already wet with tears flowing down his cheeks.

"Money? You sell yourself, Zia?" zidan asked almost in disbelief, the man ruffled his hair in frustration as Zia nodded her head in response.

"MOM!! TOLLOLL!! BRAIN WHEREAAAA VALENZIA?!!"

Zidan begins to lose himself, a sweet man who always put women first does not mean he can not be angry. Not only did he feel betrayed, but Zidan was angry that the woman was self-destructive.

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"Who? How much is he and how much are you getting paid, Zia?" zidan asked now clutching his chin, any mistake he could possibly accept. But not with this.

"Detach, Zidan .. pain!!"

"How many times?"

Zidan took off his grip, the man looked back at the cellphone which still showed a photo of Zia in the arms of the man who only visible part of his chest.

"One time? Twice? Three times? Four times?" Zidan clucked in disbelief, even when he mentioned four times Zia still shook her head.

"Forced but more than once huh, Zi?"

Like a mockery but Zia can't fight back because it's true what Zidan said. Even if she was scorned and considered cheap, Zia would not deny her because of this fact.

"Sorry, Zidan."

That's all he said, because trying to offend Mikhail was unfair. He accepted even knowing what Mikhail wanted to be with him, as if it had become the opium he wanted in the end.

"Aarrrggghhhh!! Zia!! So all this time, you've been hard to lose because of this? Sleeping with another man?!!"

"Yes ... I lied to you, now you understand why I'm different and even forgot our date?"

He stared at Zidan's reddened eyes, though Zia was afraid that Zidan would hate him, but kept Zidan as he tortured the man slowly.

"We end it now, prostitutes like me don't deserve your purpose anymore, Zidan."

PLAQUES

"Shut your mouth" Zidan jolted later, Zia's confession hurting him even more.

The slap was spicy, painful and even her cheeks were slightly numb. The first and probably last slap from Zidan he finally felt. Zia is not angry, she is grateful and feels better because this means that Zidan will accept his decision.

"Go home, it's night and I need a break. Yesterday night he kept me from fighting..."

"ZIA, STOP!!"

Zidan shut his ears tightly, Zia's words seemed to really show she was a bad woman. The man knelt down and hoped that Zia would stop saying that nonsense.

"Stop, don't say that shit anymore .. I know you won't be this crazy."

"You know what about sek*s? That kind of thing isn't bullshit, Zidan."

Honestly, he really hates himself. Zia is forced to make up stories to make herself look worse and Zidan leaves after.

The two fell silent, Zidan still clasping Zia's fingers. Wishing this once was just a dream.

"Zidan's."

"Shut up, Zia .. Let me stay here a while."

Zia was struggling to hold back her tears, after Zidan had actually left maybe it would be the last time. The sweet memories were erased away and lost to the man who came carrying the treasure in Zia's life.

There is no love without wounds, no matter how perfect the relationship must have its defects. Zidan is too perfect for Zia, a kind and patient man like Zidan deserves a woman who is a thousand times better than him.

"Be careful."

"Hm, close the door .. it's late," Zidan replied before passing out. Like a nightmare in his life, Zidan never thought tonight he would get disappointed.

The tears were dripping after a few minutes of staring at the ice cream that Zidan had brought for him.

"Cair," he said biting his lips firmly, after Zidan's departure then his chest felt unusually tight. More crowded than when crying in front of Zidan a moment ago.

If asked if he is ready to lose? Obviously not. His love for Zidan was that deep, the first man who made him understand how much the world meant. And now, Zia had to be willing when some of her life was really gone because she wanted as deep as her love was still a traitor.

Tbc