[Note] A Perfect Marriage

There's Still a Place in the Corner of His Heart

The throne resumed the dinner with her lover. Quietly and occasionally joking with Bella, the man wearing a short-sleeved hem patterned in melodic music and levis pants was eating his dish.

"Eat a lot, honey," she told Bella, smiling sweetly at him.

The heavy hand of the Throne was about to grab the glass of juice that was on the right side of his plate. However, suddenly the phone that was lying earlier shook and made a brief message sign coming in.

Bella was stunned to hear the clang of the phone, making her round her eyes wide at the object. The sexy woman's heart suddenly beats unbecoming.

The throne turned his hand on the flat object and immediately opened his phone. It did not escape Bella's attention with a tense face mixed with annoyance. The woman guessed who sent the message.

"Geez!" The throne bought eyes reading the writing on his mobile screen.

If you're not busy, please pick me up. I can't find a taxi here. Such was the content of the text message sent by Love to him.

"What's up, Baby?" bella asked, pretending that she didn't understand anything.

"I forgot to pick up Love. I promised him this afternoon and now he can't find a vehicle. I must immediately pick him up," replied the Throne with a panicked face.

"Here you go, let him try to find himself. He's not your brother. He's also an adult, what's the problem with you. Just so you know, yes Bebh there is no friendship between a pure man and woman in this world. Didn't you say he was slandering me yesterday?" Bella answered the Throne with great regret.

"Dear, relax. Me and Love are really just friends. I think of him as my own brother. Just this time, please let me pick her up. After that I promise I won't let him bother us again. I go first yes" said the Throne and rushed to fetch Love.

Bella's head felt almost boiling because it was abandoned by her lover. Both of his hands were clenched tightly with a face that was already flushed like a boiled crab.

Meanwhile, the Throne that truly felt guilty had made Love wait for so long. He repeatedly looked at the clock in his car. Time has shown eight o'clock exactly. It was already two hours from the time he should have picked up.

"How could he not remind me at all. He should have been able to call me earlier," he grumbled along the way. After nearly half an hour of travel, GPS on the small screen of his car gave a signal that they had reached the location.

The throne looked around the streets. Dark, there were only a few lights with far distances. He slowed down the pace of his vehicle and began to search for the existence of Love.

The man suddenly focused his attention on a woman sitting with her head bowed deeply under a tree. The woman did not lift her head at all despite the approaching floodlights of the Throne's car.

Immediately the Throne got out of his car and approached the woman who seemed not to move at all. His eyes stared confusedly as well as worried at the woman.

"Love?" the Throne hesitated a little.

The woman whose hair was draped to the side covered her cheeks quickly raised her head when she heard the voice of the Throne.

"Ta–Tahta?" Love looks on in disbelief.

"Tahta, Throne I'm afraid. Why did you just come, why did you take so long." The woman's cry broke again fused with the dried up tear marks on her cheek.

The Throne hesitantly stroked the black hair of Love. The man's eyes went around, sweeping every corner of the dark and desolate place. There are only views of flower gardens and small gardens that are minimal lighting. Not far from the road there is a deserted restaurant that previously visited Love, but also with a dimly-lit yellow light. The restaurant does carry the theme of the past, so there is not much lighting in the area.

The Throne brings Love into the car. He drove his car at high speed leaving the city border.

In the middle of the journey, the Throne glanced towards the already calmer Love. The woman sitting next to him wiped the tear marks without a word out of her tiny mouth.

"I'm sorry" chirped the Throne without staring at Love.

Love is still silent. He seemed completely uninterested in responding to the Throne. The woman who looked tired was just staring straight, watching the car and motorcycle in front of the car.

"I had this show, and I ...." The throne took a deep breath and glanced at Love who was still with her flat face.

"... I forgot, I forgot" he continued guiltily.

"Yes, you should have forgotten. You forgot that I was afraid of the dark too. Did you know I was almost bullied by a drunken man? Do you know my fear of sitting alone under that tree? If you can't you shouldn't promise." Love finally evaporates the emotions that have been in the crown.

"You shouldn't wait for me that long" chirped the Throne, which made Love turn in disbelief toward him.

"Huh?" sigh frustrated Love by turning her eyes irritated.

"You can call the pick-up service, right?"

"I've tried it, but no one can. Don't you know the location is on the edge of town. Just stop if you're not sincere," between the increasingly emotional love.

"Not sincere? You said no sincerely? I even left Bella so I could pick you up soon, and you said no sincerely?"

Love freezes at once upon hearing the recognition of the Throne. His eyes stared fixedly at the masculine face before him. A face filled with annoyed expressions.

In–dia left that j*lang for me? Really? Is he lying to me? But ... It is impossible for the Throne to lie.

Unknowingly the tears of Love flowed back. The feeling of anger, disappointment, annoyance that had just mastered it suddenly disappeared was replaced with a sense of haru and extraordinary happiness. He still has a place in the heart of the Throne, he thought.

...Connect ......