4. Zayn

Kirana headed for the parking lot and immediately got into her car, bursting into tears. Adrian's words, which had doubted his baby, hurt more than seeing the man marry another woman.

Kirana had to get out of there before Adrian and Sintia saw that she was still crying in that place. Kirana decided to go to the beach on the outskirts of the city. Countless tears came out that she couldn't hold back.

Kirana sat on the beach looking at the endless sea, watching the orange sunset. She took several deep breaths, trying to eliminate the tightness in her chest.

Suddenly her eyes fell on a couple of lovers, and they were laughing, joking, and looking happy. Kirana smiled at them. She also used to feel what they felt, had been happy like that, had been the most prioritized and loved until she believed that Adrian was the mate meant for him.

But everything changed in just an instant, never imagined before, ending with injuries. The traitor had been playing the back of her all along, and so had his family.

Meanwhile, Adrian and Sintia have returned to their home. Adrian went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. He was lazy if he had to discuss Kirana again with Sintia, who had been talking and criticizing Kirana ever since.

Adrian didn't mean to say that stupid question to Kirana. He did not doubt that the child in Kirana's womb was his.

Adrian is sure that Kirana is very loyal to him and loves him so much. She wants to have a good talk with Kirana and will be responsible for the child in her womb, though not without getting married.

The situation got worse when Sintia suddenly came. He was at a loss for what to say to defend himself in front of his wife.

Sintia must be satisfied with what she witnessed earlier, and she is sure that Adrian doesn't care about Kirana anymore.

Because it was late at night, Kirana decided to go home. She returned to her car, but it had only been ten minutes since the car had just stopped.

"Oh my gosh, I forgot to fill up on gas!" She muttered.

Kirana looked around the deserted street, which was natural since she was on the city's outskirts. Kirana remembers that the nearest gas station is about twenty kilometers away.

Kirana was confused on the side of the road, trying to stop several passing cars. But of the three cars that passed by, none of them stopped.

Suddenly a motorbike stopped in front of her. The motorcyclist got off his bike and asked, "Do you need help, miss?"

The man had a deep voice. Her posture is proportional, about 180 cm. That's all Kirana sees. He didn't take off his helmet, so his face wasn't visible.

"Yeah, my car ran out of gas," Kirana replied.

"The gas station is far from here, but I can help you. How about you wait? I'll buy it for you."

"Do you want to help me? Thank you in advance, but it's a long way."

Kirana reached into the money from her bag to give to the stranger. "Here is the money."

"No, you can pay later." The man refused the money Kirana offered.

"Okay, I'll wait," said Kirana.

"Shouldn't you just come with me? It's dangerous for you to be alone on a lonely road like this."

Kirana hesitated to follow the foreign man's advice, but the reason he said was valid. After all, she was afraid she would linger alone on a lonely road.

"Okay, I'll come with you."

Kirana then got on the motorbike a little awkwardly. She tried not to touch or cling to the man's body.

"Hold on! I'll ride this bike a little faster," said the stranger.

"Uh, what?" Kirana feels embarrassed and awkward if she has to hug strangers.

Unexpectedly the man held Kirana's hands and put Kirana's hands around his waist. Kirana could not resist, especially after the motorbike traveled at a high enough speed.

Being on a motorbike at a reasonably high speed and hugging a stranger as if all the weight pressing on her chest felt released flew off with the motorbike's speed. Very comfortable and felt safe.

Not long after they arrived at a gas station, Kirana then went down. Her loose hair looks disheveled. The man smiled when he saw Kirana, who was trying to straighten her hair.

After buying fuel, the man took off his jacket and gave it to Kirana. "Wear this jacket, so you don't catch a cold!"

"But you also need it. You can get cold, too," Kirana answered doubtfully.

"It's okay, and my clothes are pretty thick."

Kirana received the jacket and put it on. Indeed she had felt cold on the trip, and the jacket was enough to keep him warm.

After arriving, the man immediately refueled Kirana's car. The man refused the money from Kirana.

"It's okay, and now you can go."

"Thank you very much," said Kirana. She then got into the car and left the stranger who had helped her.

It turned out that the motorbike driver was still following Kirana as if guarding and making sure Kirana arrived safely. When Kirana came in front of her house, the man was gone.

Whoever it is, Kirana is very grateful. Too bad she didn't see the man's face. She even forgot to ask what his name was. Kirana realized after the person left.

Kirana enters the house. Her father and mother were waiting for her in the living room.

"Where have you been? I was so worried." Ratih asked when she saw her daughter.

"I told you not to worry. I'm fine." Kirana replied.

"Never mind. Kirana is tired, and you don't have to ask many questions!" Hermawan winked at Ratih as the cue.

"Yes, you rest! Are you hungry?" asked Ratih.

"I'm not hungry, Mom. Want to rest."

Ratih just nodded and didn't say anything else. Kirana then went to her bedroom to clean up immediately.

Kirana just realized that the jacket she was wearing did not have time to return it to its owner. She flipped through the brown jacket. That thing looks expensive.

The smell of citrus perfume is fresh and masculine. In the jacket, Kirana found small, neatly embroidered writing. Zayn!

Was that the foreign man's name?