Love Worth Fighting For

“Are you ok?” Zwetta asks softly to Christian, whose face is as pale as paper.

Christian who was trying to restrain himself from jumping up and hugging Zwetta nodded slowly, his tongue feeling too numb to speak.

Feeling that there was nothing wrong, Zwetta then reached for the wine glass that the waiter had just filled. As in her old habit before enjoying wine, Zwetta shook the glass in her hand to make the wine’s aroma come out more. Her smile broke when she smelled the wine that was already in her hand. Without asking Christian to drink together, Zwetta immediately enjoyed the wine.

“Incredible, this restaurant really serves the best wine,” Zwetta said quietly, commenting on the wine that had just entered her throat. One of Zwetta’s eyebrows raised when she saw Christian who continued to be silent. “Are you really okay?”

Christian further strengthens the grip of his two hands that are above his thighs. “W..who are you really?”

“What kind of question is this?” Zwetta asked confused.

“You look so much like Elena,” Christian says hoarsely.

Zwetta put the crystal glass in her hand on the table quickly. “Elena, Elena Wilson you mean?”

.....

Christian nods slowly, his chest currently rumbling wildly. Looking back at the face of the woman he missed so much made Christian almost scream out loud.

“Oh come on, you are just like the woman I accidentally met at the Wilson family’s house yesterday. Even though our faces are a little similar, but I emphasize once again that I am not Elena Wilson. My name is Zwetta and I have been living in New York,” Zwetta said quietly, trying to remain calm. “Besides, it’s perfectly natural that there are some similarities between us, you’ve also read that there are some humans who have the same face even though they’re not blood related.”

Christian shakes his head. “You and Elena don’t just look a little alike, you two really do look alike and I honestly can’t tell you two apart.” Christian’s voice trembles as he speaks, it’s obvious that Christian is trying to calm himself.

“So similar? How can that be? I’m an only child and...”

“I’ll show you the picture.” Christian interrupts Zwetta’s words quickly, as quickly as his hand moves his smartphone out of his pocket.

Zwetta, who is sitting in front of Christian, looks so patiently waiting for Christian to find a photo of Elena Wilson, a name she’s been hearing a lot lately. After waiting for almost five minutes, Zwetta was finally shown a photo of Elena Wilson stored on Christian’s cell phone, the only photo of Elena left on Christian’s cell phone looks very unclear because Christian took the photo in a hurry so that the resulting photo can be seen. blurry and doesn’t look clear.

“What kind of photo is this? The picture is very unclear,” said Zwetta quietly. “Isn’t there a clearer photo than this?”

Christian’s chest felt tight hearing Zwetta’s question, because of the wrong information that Suri gave one year ago, Christian deleted all his and Elena’s photos from his smartphone. Those memorable photos and videos have completely disappeared from Christian’s cell phone.

“That’s the only photo I have,” Christian replies quietly. “But you really do look a lot like Elena.”

Zwetta took a deep breath, Zwetta suddenly picked up Christian’s cell phone which was showing a blurry photo of Elena and pointed it at Christian. “How can you say I look like a girl whose photos aren’t as clear as this? You’re not playing a prank on me, are you?”

“No, I’m not playing tricks on you. I’m being honest, you and Elena really are very similar, there’s not a single difference that I can find in your faces.”

Zwetta snorted in annoyance, his patience running out. “If we really look alike, show me a clearer photo then. I want to see it in person!”

Christian shakes his head. “I don’t have it, I deleted all the photos and videos about Elena.”

“Deleted?” Zwetta muttered quietly. “Wait, how come you have those photos and videos of Elena Wilson? What’s your relationship with that girl named Elena whose house has been razed to the ground?”

“Elena, she’s my future wife,” Christian replies hoarsely. “And we almost got married if Suri hadn’t...”

“Suri, your sister Suri? That spoiled princess? What does Suri have to do with your wedding plans with Elena Wilson?” An impatient Zwetta immediately interrupted Christian’s words.

Christian bit his lower lip firmly holding back the pain that was suffocating his chest, Christian felt that right now his chest was being stabbed by a thousand needles as he recalled the biggest mistake of his life.

Seeing Christian silent, Zwetta then moves her hand in front of Christian’s face. “Hello...did you hear me?”

“Suri.” Christian speaks very quietly. “Suri referred to Elena as part of her kidnap group.”

“Huh? How can that be? Doesn’t Suri know that the kidnappers are Osbert and his men?”

Christian looks back at Zwetta with longing, a little stammering. Christian recounts the source of the main problem that caused all the chaos. Even though Chrisian’s voice wasn’t very clear, Zwetta could still catch his words well. Several times Zwetta covered her mouth when Christian spoke, she couldn’t believe that Suri had caused such a big mess in her family.

“How can Suri think that Elena Wilson is me? Obviously at that time I was wearing the mask I always use when I’m on missions,” said Zwetta a little annoyed. “It seems absolutely impossible.”

“That’s why I’m currently missing Elena.”

“You decided to cancel the wedding just because of your sister’s irresponsible nonsense? Oh my God... you’re really insane, Christ!! If I were Elena too, I would definitely leave you immediately,” quipped Zwetta spicy. “And wait, did you immediately believe what Suri said? Didn’t you do an investigation first regarding the information Suri said at that time?”

“Yes, we have done an investigation. We even hacked the internet network to get a photo of the masked girl who just came out of the hotel in order to find out the truth about what Suri said.”

“Then what is the result? Don’t say you still believe in Suri’s words!” said Zwetta curtly. “Really, this is the first time I’ve heard this kind of nonsense.”

Christian shook his head. “I’m not talking nonsense, Zee. You and Elena’s faces are really very similar, and so is everything I’ve said before about Elena.”

Zwetta folded her arms across her chest. “Ok, show me your findings. The photo of the masked girl that Suri calls Elena Wilson whose face looks like mine.”