Accidental Marriage : A Professor Love Scandal

A beautiful girl with long hair down her back hums softly in front of the mirror to adorn herself, aiming to look more beautiful than usual. She applies various types of makeup to her face, enhancing the natural beauty she was born with. The girl, named Airin, smiles as she observes the subtle Korean-style makeup on her face, further perfecting her beauty.

"Perfect!" she praises herself inwardly before reaching for the sling bag on the nightstand, draping it over her shoulder, and stepping out. She is about to meet a man known through social media.

Airin, commonly called Airin, strides with high spirits to meet Zidan, a man she has known for almost six months through social media. This evening, Zidan has invited her to a fast-food restaurant to get to know each other better and perhaps establish a relationship beyond being social media friends.

On this bright afternoon, Airin enters the fast-food restaurant they agreed upon the night before. While scanning the room, she places her phone to her ear, listening to Zidan's instructions for their meeting.

"I'm sitting alone at a table in one corner, wearing a short-sleeved black shirt, and now waving to a beautiful girl near the cashier," Zidan narrates at the other end. As his gaze meets Airin, now near the cashier, the twenty-year-old student in her third semester waves back in response to Zidan's greeting.

"I didn't expect you to be even more beautiful in real life than in your filtered social media photos," Zidan playfully teases as Airin approaches his table.

Very politely, Zidan pulls out a chair for Airin to sit. His sincere compliments and simple gestures make Airin blush, feeling a bit awkward as it's her first time meeting him in person and receiving such flattering praise. Zidan's words lift her spirits to the clouds.

"I didn't expect your flattery to be more potent than on social media," Airin responds, squinting her eyes playfully as she glances at Zidan, who chuckles at her remark.

"Haha, it turns out your sarcasm matches that on social media too," Zidan wipes the corner of his slightly teary eyes from laughing.

"Ugh, don't talk about that part here," Airin grumbles, pursing her lips, pretending not to like what Zidan said.

Zidan, still chuckling, tries to restrain himself from laughing again, afraid that Airin might take offense and escape from him.

"Okay, okay, I won't bring that up again. Especially not to tease you. Although it's tough, I have to do it for you."

Oh my. Once again, sweet words flow from Zidan's mouth, sending Airin even higher into the clouds. She hopes it's not just jokes or compliments. It seems Airin genuinely likes Zidan for his charismatic and kind personality.

The man skillfully lightens the mood, ensuring there's no awkwardness when they're together. There's always a topic to discuss so that Airin doesn't feel dull in front of Zidan.

"I hope someday we can meet again, considering you're busy working and living far away from the city."

Airin says after finishing the crispy chicken in front of her, trying to prompt Zidan to share more about himself. She wants to know a bit more to avoid stepping into uncertain territory. She fears Zidan might be someone else's lover or, worse, someone else's husband. Airin definitely doesn't want to be labeled as a husband-stealer, tarnishing her reputation. She also fears the issue might get dragged into social media, becoming the feast of netizens across Indonesia. It would be terrifying if that happened.

"I'll try my best to come and see you. Even if it's just to meet and alleviate the longing. But that's more than enough as long as I can see you in person like now."

Why? Airin is so happy to hear what Zidan says. It makes her fly even higher into the clouds, not knowing how to come down. Zidan's sweet talk surpasses the sweetness of sugar and honey.

Nevertheless, Airin must still maintain self-control to uphold her dignity and avoid being labeled as a woman easily swayed by emotions, all because of sweet words from Zidan.

"Ahem," Airin straightens her back, gazing intently at Zidan, who never stops smiling at her. "I don't want you to travel back and forth from your city to here just to see me."

"Why though? Don't you like it? Or is it because you already have a boyfriend or husband, so you're afraid I'll come here to visit?" Zidan raises both eyebrows, locking Airin's movements with his gaze.

"Oh no... not like that!" Airin grumbles. "I'm the one who's afraid that you might already have a boyfriend or wife. It would cause significant problems if we meet frequently. Besides, I've already told you about my status. Meanwhile, you haven't told me anything about yourself," she says while stirring her half-full orange juice.

"Ah, status, right?" Zidan adjusts his posture to sit a bit straighter and speak more firmly. "I don't have anyone in my life or heart. So, you don't need to worry about anyone getting jealous or angry if we're together."

Whether what Zidan said is true or not, one thing is clear: Airin is completely melting with his attitude and words. Especially with Zidan's admission that he doesn't have a partner. In other words, he's single.

"Unless, after this, you want to be my girlfriend, so I have a woman who will get jealous and angry if I'm close to other women. What do you think?" Zidan continues, reaching for Airin's hand and holding it, expressing feelings that may not be entirely true about loving Airin.

They've only just met for the first time and only knew each other through social media. Airin's posts caught Zidan's attention, making him curious about her. After a few months of getting to know each other, exchanging attention like typical young people in a relationship, they finally meet.

"How about it?" Airin asks, nervous about Zidan's question. Although she knows where the question is leading, she still asks to confirm the essence of Zidan's question. She wants to avoid misunderstandings and confidently rely on her own analysis.

"I want you to be jealous and angry if I'm close to other women. Or... in short, will you be my girlfriend?" Zidan asks loudly, staring deeply into Airin's black eyes. He demands an answer now, and from Zidan's sharp gaze, it seems he doesn't want any rejection at all.

Zidan's question makes Airin's breath seem to stop instantly. Her heart thunders, and cold sweat starts to form on her temples.

She wants to scream right now to express her happiness because Zidan wants her to be his girlfriend. She also wants to immediately accept Zidan's confession of love now, as her playful side desires the same.

However, Airin's common sense is still functioning well. She doesn't want to rush to say 'yes' before testing Zidan's patience and sincerity in asking her to be his girlfriend.

As a woman, Airin must play a little hard to get when a man invites her to a relationship. She also deserves to test the man's sincerity to know if he's serious or just playing around.

Airin is afraid of accepting too quickly, only to find out that Zidan hides many flaws and secrets. It's not impossible that he already has a wife and intends to use her. There's nothing wrong with being cautious for one's safety.

Therefore, Airin immediately pulls her hand from Zidan's grip. In a soft voice, she says, "I apologize in advance. It's not that I don't want to accept your request. But, allow me a moment to think and see the evidence of your sincerity in asking me to be a girlfriend. So that I can solidify my decision, whether to accept or decline. At the same time, it allows us to get to know each other better, doesn't it?"

Zidan fell silent, sealing his lips tightly and thinking quickly about what words to say that wouldn't offend Airin's feelings. When Zidan found the right answer, a nod served as the opener.

"I will prove that I am truly serious about what I said to you. And I will demonstrate that seriousness. Hopefully, you'll be convinced soon, so I won't be left hanging for too long," he says.

Airin nods in agreement. "Exactly. I won't keep you hanging. Once my heart is certain, and I feel satisfied with all your proofs, I'll definitely give you an answer."

Relief. One word that both Airin and Zidan feel right now. After expressing their feelings, there's no longer a burden shadowing their minds. Now, they can continue the delayed meal, joking and asking questions about each other's personalities. This will help them get to know each other better and eventually formalize their relationship into something more serious.

The first meeting with Zidan left a deep impression on Airin's heart, and her cheeks always turn rosy when recalling the happy moment of having dinner with Zidan that evening.

The happiness, tinged with awkwardness, intensifies as Zidan communicates more actively and gives more attention than usual. Their communication becomes more intense, with Zidan occasionally accompanying Airin in her sleep through video calls, even if it's only during overtime. The rest of the time, they exchange messages.

Zidan's attention doesn't stop there. Every weekend, Zidan visits, either just to have a meal together or to shop for Airin's necessities, but it's not for long, only two or three hours. Zidan's attention and sacrifices lead Airin to decide to invite him to meet and give an answer to the question that lingered.

Without much thought, Zidan heads straight to Airin's location, even though his work at the office is piling up. He goes to get an answer that aligns with his desires and to prove that he is serious.

It takes Zidan more than four hours to reach the designated place that witnesses the formalization of their relationship. The two of them, Airin and Zidan, are now sitting together in a park, exchanging shy glances as today is the day of reckoning after a long wait.

"So, what's the answer?" Finally, Zidan speaks after sitting face to face with Airin for quite some time, looking at her beautiful face now blushing.

Airin, who has been gathering courage to express her answer, lifts her slightly lowered face. Biting her lower lip, she neutralizes the nervousness that has taken over her.

"I... I accept your wish to be my boyfriend."

Whatever Airin said at this moment, her words are not well-structured and articulated. Even though she had crafted many words with a hint of sweetness back at her place. However, when facing Zidan and looking into his eyes, everything dissipates, as if all the vocabulary in her mind is sucked away by Zidan's charisma.

Both corners of Zidan's lips lift, forming a smile in response to Airin's answer.

"Thank you, Rin. I don't know what to say to you. I am very grateful and happy to get the opportunity to be your boyfriend." Zidan, who is already overjoyed, unconsciously clasps both of Airin's hands.

Airin simply smiled, observing the genuine sparkle in Zidan's eyes. For her, it was truly sincere, and the 'yes' to the question from that time had been long-awaited.

She didn't want to be hypocritical. Airin had wanted to say 'yes' for a long time, but she needed the right moment and more proof to make the right decision.

Moreover, from any perspective, Zidan had no flaws whatsoever. He was incredibly handsome and perfect. Look at his handsome face with a prominent nose, thick eyebrows, and a strong jawline, complemented by his fine hair, enhancing Zidan's attractiveness.

From another perspective, Zidan was a very caring and patient man, generous with both money and time. There was nothing that could make any woman reject him. This included Airin, who had succumbed to Zidan's attention all this time.

However, up to this moment, there was still one thing that made Airin curious. Zidan never wanted to do video calls from his home; it always had to be from the office while accompanying her work.

Despite that, the reason Zidan gave to Airin silenced her and dismissed any negative thoughts that had always haunted her. This was to ensure that nothing would hinder the progress of their relationship.

Zidan's explanation was that he couldn't answer video or voice calls at home because he was afraid his mother would find out about a woman close to him. This would pressure him to get married and have children. Zidan didn't want Airin to be burdened by these expectations; he wanted her to finish her studies before taking their relationship to a more serious level.

Initially, Airin was still skeptical about Zidan's explanation. However, he continued to prove that he was serious about his words, and Airin was the only woman he had been close to all this time.

Therefore, Airin's decision for Zidan remained aligned with their mutual desires – to pursue a romantic relationship.

Their love relationship was official now. Even though they were faced with a long-distance romance, Zidan's attention and the time he devoted to Airin made her not feel distant. In fact, she felt Zidan was always by her side, accompanying her wherever she went.

Occasionally, they went on vacations together to unwind. Without any fear because Airin had complete trust in Zidan. She no longer felt awkward traveling alone with him, whether it was just a vacation or overnight stays.

The fear of something bad happening never crossed Airin's mind. Zidan had only dared to go as far as hugging, and there had been no kisses except on the forehead and the back of her hand. Zidan had never acted strangely or inappropriately, so Airin felt safe and comfortable traveling with him, anywhere and anytime.

Until one night, they stayed in a hotel. As usual, if it got too late, Airin couldn't return to her boarding house; she might get expelled by the owner for violating the rules. Where she lived, bringing a man home late at night was not allowed, and returning after 9 PM was prohibited.

But now? The clock showed it was half-past ten at night, and Airin decided to stay overnight with Zidan. They were used to it, and nothing bad had ever happened.

However, in the morning, Airin was sitting on the bed, crying while hugging her knees. She stared blankly at the bloodstains on the bedsheet, remnants of Zidan's actions the previous night. Somehow, he had forced and begged her to engage in forbidden relations that would harm her as the woman involved.

Airin didn't know what had happened, why she had agreed so easily and melted under Zidan's deadly charm. Now, all she could do was cry, lamenting her foolishness that had robbed her of her dignity.

"You don't need to worry. I will take responsibility if anything happens to you. Even though I won't marry you, because I love you so much, Rin. So, please, don't cry again so that I don't drown in guilt," Zidan said softly, reaching for Airin's hand and gently stroking it.

However, Airin, already disappointed with Zidan's actions, immediately pushed him away. She lifted her tear-stained face and stared sharply at Zidan.

Airin shook her head. "I trusted you, You. I already rejected you and begged you not to do it. But what did you do? You hit me and apologized with sweet words at the same time. Acted violently, causing me to lose everything," Airin whispered, wiping away the tears that refused to stop flowing.

"... and now, you say sweet words and want to take responsibility? Prove it today if you really want to take responsibility. You don't have to wait for me to be pregnant or until I finish. Because the result will be the same." Airin took a deep breath. "If not now, then leave! Don't see me again."

"Rin..."

"Stop!" Airin raised one hand, asking Zidan to be silent, as she didn't want to hear sweet words that would shatter her for the second time. "Take responsibility or leave!"

"Rin, I can't marry you anytime soon. You're still in college, and please finish first. Not only that, I have to finish our house first before we can get married. I don't want my mother to intimidate you if we live in my parents' house. Considering you're just an ordinary student from the countryside!"

"You!!" Airin was shocked. How could Zidan say that, while all this time he had always praised her? Zidan even used to say he would accept all her shortcomings. However, now Zidan dared to utter such harsh words.

"What? What do you want? Demand me to take responsibility if I don't want to do it in the near future? Please!" Zidan retorted. Losing control, he spoke in a loud voice.

Cornering Airin further, who was now staring blankly at him. "I'm disappointed in you!"

"Whether you want to be disappointed or whatever with me! What's clear is I'll take responsibility if you get pregnant or when you graduate later. Other than that, never expect us to get married. No wealth, at least you have a degree to present to my parents."

Like lightning in broad daylight. Zidan's words instantly burned Airin's entire body without a trace. Her dignity had been robbed, and now her pride was being trampled upon like a useless item.

Not only that, now Zidan left just like that. Leaving her alone, crying helplessly in the spacious hotel room. Without a word of farewell. All that remained was the loud bang of the door harshly closed by Zidan.

Now what? The rice has turned into porridge. Airin won't be able to fix her mistake again because everything has happened, and time can never be turned back, even for just a second.

Her dignity has been lost, seized by a man she barely knew, and had only met a few times. To make matters worse, Airin never knew the complete address of Zidan's residence. All she knew was the city of Jakarta. Imagine how vast Jakarta is to search for Zidan's whereabouts?

Even though her life feels desolate after Zidan seized her precious crown two months ago, Airin's life has gradually returned to normal. She begins to make peace with the situation, although her heart still aches from Zidan's actions and words that day.

Since that incident, Airin has transformed into a quiet and reserved individual. While she used to be cheerful and talkative, she's now closed off. Airin also avoids gathering with her friends, something she used to do after returning from campus. Now, once she gets back from campus, she goes straight to her boarding house without stopping here and there as she did before.

"Airin!" called out a man standing not far from the campus gate. The man who disappeared for quite some time, the man who destroyed her future. Yes, the same man who still occupies the deepest corner of her heart.

Airin knows someone is calling her name. She knows a man is trying to catch up with her because she doesn't turn or stop. She knows, but she has no intention of stopping. Her heart refuses to meet a man who couldn't appreciate what she had given.

"Rin, Airin... listen! Please listen to me first...!" Zidan shouted, attempting to reach for Airin's hand, hoping she would stop and hear his explanation.

"I thought you haven't forgotten the words I said two weeks ago. I don't want to meet you until you change that statement and decision. You know, Zidan, what you did that day destroyed my life and demeaned my dignity. So, what else do you want to talk to me about?" retorted Airin. Finally, she turned to Zidan, challenging him. Her eyes widened with a hardened jaw.

If only she could, Airin would have probably swallowed Zidan alive right now, so angry and disappointed she was with him.

"Okay, if that's what you want. If that's what you desire, so we can be like we used to. Let's get married. We'll get married one month from now. I've informed my parents that I've found a woman to marry. They agreed, as long as I finish the last project I'm currently handling. Darling, I can't bear to live without you, that's why I came back with this news. I beg you, don't be like this." Zidan spoke softly, at the end of his sentence, kneeling before Airin, pleading for her to come back to him.

Two weeks. Two weeks he was away from Airin, two weeks he felt the loss. But Zidan couldn't deceive the reality he was currently facing. He didn't want to lose Airin, but he couldn't afford to lose his family either. Perhaps he had to be smarter and more patient in his actions so that the incident with Airin wouldn't happen again. So that the incident with Airin wouldn't destroy all the carefully laid-out plans.

"I can't trust you." Short, concise, and clear. Airin stepped away and left Zidan. Afraid her heart might melt again and be captivated by what the man said. Captivated by Zidan's sweet words and undeniable charm.

However, just a few steps away, Airin's hands were already circling her slender waist. So tight and strong.

"I love you so much. Just two weeks without seeing you, and my world felt like it collapsed instantly. I feel like I can't live anymore without you, Rin. I beg you, please give me a second chance to prove that I'm truly serious about what I say."

Still the same as before. Every word Zidan uttered sounded so sweet and calming. Making any woman unable to resist and escape from the charm of Zidan.

"I want proof that I'm the one you desire. I want proof that you truly want to take responsibility for what you did, even though I'm not pregnant as you claimed back then." Airin turned around, releasing herself from Zidan's embrace. She wanted to see how Zidan's eyes spoke when making promises later. Promises that were still uncertain whether they would be kept or not.

Zidan nodded quickly, accepting Airin's challenge to prove what he had said.

"What? What do I need to do to prove to you that I'm sincerely apologizing and serious about marrying you?" Zidan cupped Airin's cheeks, locking her movements to prevent her from escaping like before.

"I want to meet your parents. I..." Airin's eyes widened. Suddenly, Zidan pulled her close and passionately kissed her lips, causing Airin's words to cease, and her breath caught in her throat due to the deep and fervent kiss. Ignoring the cynical gazes of other students.

"Darling, didn't I tell you earlier that we'll get married one month from now?" Zidan asked softly, wiping away the wet traces on Airin's rosy lips. "Let's discuss this somewhere else so you understand that I'm truly serious about my words." He held Airin's hand and led her to the car parked not far from where they stood.

"Let's talk about this at our usual place," said Zidan while caressing Airin's forehead. She wore a reluctant expression, not wanting to join, but also unable to refuse Zidan's request to accompany him.

During the journey to Zidan's intended destination, Airin remained silent. Folding her hands in front of her chest, she gazed at the road beside her. She had no intention of uttering a word, let alone engaging in their usual banter.

Normally, when Zidan drove, Airin would hold his hand and kiss it repeatedly, expressing her love for him. They would also laugh and talk to each other. Anyone who saw them would surely envy the affection they displayed. However, now everything had vanished, lost in the passage of time. Airin had frozen after the wound inflicted by Zidan.

"A hotel? Why a hotel?" Airin asked, staring sharply at Zidan as the car entered the parking area of a four-star hotel. Airin couldn't accept being taken there due to the trauma from what Zidan had done to her that night.

Zidan reached for Airin's hand and held it. "Don't think negatively. Didn't you want to meet my parents?" Zidan asked with a gentle tone. "We'll talk inside, so it's more comfortable discussing our marriage with them. I want my parents to know that my future wife is a highly classy woman. It's not suitable to discuss with future in-laws in an open and crowded place."

Once again, Airin believed that Zidan truly wanted to have a serious conversation with his parents. Without hesitation, Airin got out of the car and followed Zidan.

"Darling, go to the receptionist and get the key. I need to use the restroom quickly," Zidan said, kissing the top of Airin's head.

"Key? Isn't it?" Airin blinked. Her eyebrows furrowed upon hearing Zidan asking her to fetch the key. Wasn't his parents already in the room waiting for them?

"Just wait there. You'll understand later," Zidan said, distancing himself, instructing Airin to wait for him in the room. He also waved his hand, gesturing for Airin to approach the receptionist.

Without any suspicion, Airin did as Zidan said. She obtained the key and went to room number one hundred seventeen on the fifth floor. With the help of an elevator, it didn't take long for Airin to reach the intended room.

"Here it is," Airin muttered to herself. She entered the room when she found the correct one. With a pounding heart, she sat on the couch, waiting for Zidan and his parents. That's assuming he wasn't deceiving her for the second time.

"Darling, sorry for making you wait!" Zidan said as he entered the room. He immediately locked the door, which Airin had left wide open.

"Wait, where..."

"Just be patient. Don't get angry right away," Zidan interrupted. He pressed Airin's shoulders, urging her to sit back on the edge of the bed.

"Zidan, don't you dare lie to me!" Airin retorted, standing up again and pointing her index finger at Zidan, who was now smiling. He took out his phone from the jacket pocket and, ignoring Airin's anger, sat on the edge of the bed, starting a video call with someone.

"I don't want to fall into a man's trap again..."

"Hi, Mom! Sorry for contacting you just now. It's because convincing this daughter-in-law of yours to go to a quiet place for a serious talk with you is quite challenging. She also accuses me of lying, just like I did before. And, as I told Mom, I had an illicit relationship with her. That's why I want to introduce you both to her so that she believes in me and is willing to return to my embrace. As you know, I can't live without her," Zidan explained quickly as the video call connected with a middle-aged woman.

Making Airin, who wanted to be angry, refrain from uttering curses from her mouth, she chose to remain silent and listen to what Zidan was saying to the middle-aged woman addressed as "Mom."

"Where is she? Why can't Mom see her? You said she would talk to both of us," the middle-aged woman responded.

"She's here with me. Darling, come here!" Zidan beckoned, taking Airin's hand and leading her to sit. Not just on the edge of the bed but on his lap.

"I'm embarrassed," Airin muttered softly when Zidan insisted on holding her and she just wanted to sit on the bed.

However, Zidan had wrapped his arm around Airin's waist, making it impossible for her to move, let alone change seats.

"Ah, no need to be embarrassed like that. Haven't you and Zidan done more than that?" teased the middle-aged woman, causing Airin's face to turn bright red. Awkward with unfiltered remarks.

"No need to be embarrassed. I've told Mom everything and explained what we've done. I'm sorry; I had to expose our shame. But, I did it out of necessity for our relationship to be approved," Zidan whispered, slipping his hand onto Airin's smooth back. Gently stroking the back that was still covered by the short-sleeved green blouse.

Airin bit her lower lip, trying to ward off the strange feeling that arose when Zidan's hand began to naughtily explore her back to unhook the fastener there.

"What are you doing?" Airin whispered. Her body tensed as Zidan successfully unfastened the hook.

"Nothing. Just playing around. I was just kidding, and you don't need to worry. It's better to listen to what my mom is saying," Zidan whispered with a voice so husky and heavy, as if the man was holding back something, and Airin could feel something hardening at the base of his thigh.

"Airin...!" exclaimed the middle-aged woman, who was faithfully watching them through the video call.

"Y-yes, Aunt," Airin stammered. Her body felt hot and cold because she now felt Zidan hardening even more down there.

"Ah, don't call me Aunt. Call me Mom, just like Zidan." The middle-aged woman protested.

"Yes, Mom..." Airin, who was increasingly uncomfortable, responded.

"Dear, Mom wants to plead with you to forgive Zidan for what he did that day. Maybe he made a mistake and couldn't control himself, leading to that incident. As his mother, Mom sincerely wants to apologize to you. And Mom also requests one more month, until Zidan finishes the project he's working on. So that your lives are secure, and you won't be criticized by Zidan's other family members. After this project is completed, you can marry Zidan. Mom will come to your parents' house soon to propose to you, dear. Mom begs you to agree because Zidan might go crazy if you're still angry like yesterday."

With teary eyes, the middle-aged woman begged Airin, confirming what Zidan had said earlier and convincing Airin that it was the truth.

"One month, Mom?" Airin asked to make sure. One month, of course, is enough to wait. One month is not a long time, just thirty days.

"Yes, dear. One month it is. Mom begs," pleaded the middle-aged woman again, urging Airin to agree to her request.

Airin, having achieved her desire, nodded. Approving the wish of the middle-aged woman, who was hailed as Zidan's birth mother. Because all she needed was confirmation that Zidan was indeed serious about taking responsibility.

After discussing many things, Airin bid farewell. Thanking them for approving their relationship. Now, she just had to wait for thirty days, and then she and Zidan would get married.

And when the call ended, without Airin's consent, Zidan immediately threw his cell phone on the bed. Pulled the hem of the blouse Airin was wearing up and took it off.

"Zidan..."

Airin was unable to speak. Because Zidan had covered her mouth with such a deep kiss. Airin, who was unprepared, was of course unable to dodge and prevent Zidan from attacking her.

In an instant, his once pure body was under Zidan's power. Airin wanted to scream, but couldn't. Because Zidan was so strong in controlling it.

"Zidan, I beg you," whispered Airin. She shook his head with a sad face, begging Zidan not to enter him again. Yesterday was enough, she didn't want to sin with his lover anymore.

"I ask. Just this one time, after this not again. You don't need to be afraid or worried, because my mother has given us her blessing, and haven't you heard that yourself?" Zidan joined in the plea, without pulling away from Airin.

"I ..."

"Just enjoy it. Because in one month we will get married." Zidan enters. Drowning Airin in pain like that day. The taste is still the same, although not as bad as the first. For the second time he gave his entire body to Zidan. Yes, Zidane. The man who is now one with her, but not with her life. Even though Airin had talked a lot with her lover's mother, there was still an invisible wall that separated the two of them. Which could separate them forever.