The Passion of Love of the President
CHAPTER 29 - Late

Must be responsible. Yeah, Mikhail couldn't even sleep when he went back to his room. As a matter of fact, he not only loved people's lovers, but ruined and destroyed their relationship.

Work hours are over, the office is quiet and leaves a few people. Bryan had even gone home first because his stomach was unusually sick due to a wrong meal.

So patient Mikhail waited, even he was almost desperate because he had been wrong three times just because of similar clothes.

"Ck, is he mad at me or what?"

Mikhail rubbed his face rough, the man was furious beyond measure. Every day is a super-dense schedule and it is impossible to call Zia, but why until this afternoon Zia has not been seen.

Until a while later he seemed to find a bright spot, Mikhail suddenly smiled when he saw a group of interns coming out of the office.

They did usually go home last, Mikhail's eyes staring at the faces that were there. Unfortunately, he did not find Zia there, the smile that had been engraved just disappeared.

Regardless of their opinion, Mikhail approached Zia's friends with his panicked face. If usually he is very careful not to smell his closeness, this time Mikhail seems to deliberately commit suicide.

"Sore, Father." Erika displayed her sweet smile, whereas the other four friends even chose to look down and did not dare to greet the man.

"Hm, afternoon ... Which one of your friends?" mikhail asked without further ado, what he was looking for was indeed Zia and Erika should have understood Mikhail's intentions.

"Where are we, sir? Two of them didn't come in."

"Zeco."

They give each other codes, Erika who is already convinced the two have a closeness begins to find a bright spot at this time.

"Ehm si Zia .. if Zia has not been in for two days, sir."

"Two days?"

Mikhail frowned, Zia is not a lazy woman who likes to waste time. Even when she made Zia tired in the morning, she still left.

"Yes, sir."

The moment he was silent, there was a hint of regret as to why he had kept his distance a few days ago. Not only did he deliberately not harass her in the office, but Mikhail also did not call her even though he only made sure the woman had eaten or not.

"Is he sick?"

"Lacking the knowledge, sir."

Erika answered cautiously, afraid that her answer would make Mikhail dislike her. But to make up the story he was more afraid, Zia did not tell a lot of things after moving to a new place.

"All right, thank you in advance."

Without waiting for an answer, the man passed by and headed for his car. If you know this already since he went to Zia's residence, the man drove and left a lot of questions in the minds of Zia's friends.

"Sir Mikhail knows Zia?"

"Perhaps, but indeed Zia is often called to her room anyway ... is it possible they are dating?" guess one of his friends, was not so close and only knew when they were placed in the office.

"Well, what a weird thing, Zidan wants to be accompanied? Anyhow Mikhail would like Zia, not her class." Erika does not want Zia to look bad to be forced to say this even though her suspicions have been going on since the tragedy she was locked in the bathroom.

"Where do we know, it could be Mr. Mikhail smitten ... Zia is beautiful and smart, who doesn't like her." Andria remained convinced one hundred percent of his guess was correct.

"Lose the body, you remember the girl who used to love nyariin sir Mikhail early in the morning when we started the internship?" Erika takes her friends flying into the past.

"Yes, why is it? I haven't seen those sex toys for a long time."

"That's the key .. Mr. Mikhail likes the same formation of Spanish guitar, where he likes the same Zia." For the sake of making Zia's name untainted even if it was true, Erika was really impressed to mock her best friend.

"After that, rather than dizziness mending home .. already hunted, rain know your taste." Just because Zia they became obstructed and continued chatting, it was true that the woman was not provoked a little problem.

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It looks like it will rain this afternoon. Mikhail took a long step after previously being at war with heavy traffic. The door of Zia's dorm room was closed, and she was still silent for a moment before knocking on the door.

"Zia, are you inside?"

Mikhail asked a little loudly because the first knock did not get a response. The man counted the number of shoes and sandals that were on the shoe rack.

"Less, where did he go in the afternoon?"

Worrying? Of course, if it rains later. While the boy was afraid to get wet because of water droplets from the sky. Mikhail was stubborn, the man looked around him and the atmosphere was indeed quieter than usual.

"Zia!! Open the door, I'm coming in!!"

Silence, no answer at all. Normally, if he came Mikhail would not have to shout or knock on the door with energy because Zia would have appeared by herself.

"Truly outside it seems," said Mikhail now reached into his phone.

The number your calling ....

"Why!! You where?"

If last night he had rejected the call from Zia five times in a row, now Mikhail's feelings are increasingly filled with endless regret. The man ruffled his hair and checked Zia's social media accounts.

The last post was about 7 days ago, while she knew the woman was quite active on social media before. "Maybe we're tired, stop your bad thoughts, Mikhail."

"Zia .. I know you're inside, please open the door! You don't miss me, huh?"

The question starts as long as who misses who. There was still no answer from Zia, and Mikhail's patience as big as an atomic nut could not last long in the end.

"Well you made me this way, I'm not that patient, Valenzia."

BRACKET

Its power, which was beyond doubt, was able to destroy the door easily. Mikhail walked in with long strides, a step that was then shaken when he realized that Zia's room was no longer the same as last time.

The blank, Zia's books and supplies weren't there. Mikhail headed for the woman's wardrobe, opened it slowly and again he was made silent.

There was nothing left there, everything completely disappeared. Only leaves the scent of perfume that Zia often wears.

"Go? Without my permission?"

Mikhail held onto his chest, this feeling he had felt a few years ago. His hands clenched as he stared intently at the bed where they exchanged feelings and energy.

"You really picked him, Zia?" Mikhail closed his eyes for a moment, trying to restrain himself so that his soul would not destroy this place.

"Damnahana!! You really make me angry!!"

Sreeet

"Huh?" Mikhail turned his head quickly when he realized that the broken door was being pushed slowly.

"You crazy? Why would you break the door?!!"

Tbc