All Chapters of CALENDULA: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"Basically the ones who hurt will be hurting, but I hope that the people who hurt me are not hurt by other people." *** Early in the morning, the man was already doing his activities which he seldom did. But now everything has changed, he is doing something he shouldn't have to do because he already knows that his efforts have never been appreciated in the least by the person he is trying to struggle with. Even though it has never been appreciated, he still does it just for the sake of seeking attention that he thinks is meaningful. Luis got out of the car when he reached the front home yard of a woman who had made a difference in her life in the last few years. He walked in the hope that that woman would not turn him back, as that woman had often done before.&n

"Permission put a heart for you huh ... Save it if it's a hassle. And sorry, I accidentally fell in love."  - Khoirul Triann.*** Reya is still silent when her hands are guided by the man who always manages to make her feel dizzy in the face of an attitude that is sometimes so annoying. Not because she hated him but she was just annoyed when his former boss's attitude was always hard to understand, sometimes she had to hold back his heart because of the painful statements that bastard often made. She stopped his footsteps when the man not again walked, with a feeling that still curious, she touched the man's body to make sure she was not left alone. And now, it seemed they had arrived at a place where he didn't know how it was located. But she only hoped that he could calm his soul and talk about many things without any disturbance from other people

"I want to do it again, but with the latest version. Not hurt or hurt each other."*** They were all sitting in the living room to immediately start the conversation the man who had just gotten a little better was waiting for him, he was so impatient to hear the answer from the woman he loved after waiting for a long time. Now, he stares at the woman in front of him who was sitting next to his mother. "What would you do if I accepted an offer to go back to work with you, Luis?" Reya asked curiously, making sure in advance what his former boss would say so that she could be considered. Luis sighed for a moment, his eyes were so sincere when he stared at the woman he always hurt. "I can't promise to make you cry, Reya! But I'll try not to make you cry because of me!" he said sure, without the slightest feeling of nerv

"Love is an act, beautiful words and writing are just nonsense." *** Luis walked to meet his secretary who was currently preparing breakfast in the kitchen, even though he had reminded the woman not to cook anything but still not heard. Even though he knew that the woman was not an expert in the field of cooking, and also not because he was afraid that woman would destroy the kitchen, he was just worried about the situation of her secretary. By now, he was standing in the kitchen crossing his arms while leaning against the wall. His eyes were fixed on a woman who was still setting the dining table without anyone's help, and he was a little fascinated when he saw the table. Moreover, he did not expect that many things had changed from the life of Allisya Mireya Samudra since 4 years ago. And he didn't re

"Because basically, I fell in love with you again, where there are always difficult words in every feeling."***Luis was silent at the woman's question in front of him, which she should have been asking for a long time. But maybe the woman was so afraid so that always held it until she hurt feeling. Even though he would be very happy to answer them, especially questions regarding the certainty of their relationship which he knew were not yet clear, always on the verge of uncertainty. And to be honest, they both get tired when their relationship doesn't change. Reya smiled bitterly as she wiped his tears which slowly started to come out, wetting his right face. "What kind of relationship are we in, Luis?" she said again repeating his question earlier, with a gaze that began to weaken due to pain over the hope that never came true.