Suspicion

Bip bip bip.

Arion opened his phone and read the incoming text message.

‘Sir, Miss Emily and Miss Eleanor are heading to the airport.’

Arion sighed and replied, ‘Follow them!’

‘Yes, Sir.’

As he suspected, Emily was with Eleanor. "At least she's not alone," he muttered, massaging his aching forehead.

His head throbbed painfully. He glanced at his bed, now made with fresh sheets. The sight of the bloodstains from that morning had made his chest tighten painfully.

"Fuck!"

"I miss you so bad—aku sangat merindukanmu, Em!"

Arion leaned back and took another swig of the whiskey he was holding. He needed the drink to help him sleep.

His mind was consumed with thoughts of Emily. He could see her in his mind’s eye, looking at him with such love the night they were together, but that gaze had turned cold when they met this morning.

With a heavy heart, Arion stood and walked to the bed where he had made love to Emily all night long. He could still smell her scent lingering.

"I must be going mad,"