[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Embolden Yourself

The black car was moving at high speed splitting the night crowd in the city of Kuala Lumpur. Half an hour later the car finally arrived at the parking area of the apartment that Cinta lived in.

"Do you still want to cry?" ask the cold Throne.

Love shook her head with a slight advance on both of her lips. Yes, he had already forgotten all his mistakes due to a simple sentence spoken by the Throne. Love still can't believe the man in front of her is willing to leave a dating show just to pick her up. It felt like there was still hope left to be able to sneak into the heart of his first love.

The throne came down and opened the door to Love. Staring at the look on Love's face made her feel guilty again for not keeping her promise.

Love put on a knotty smile as the Throne took the initiative to open the door for her. He got out of the car and stood in front of the tall man.

"Thank you" said Love sincerely.

"Isn't it a little late to say that?" tejek Throne.

"You know? You're the only man who can make me happy. The only man I can count on besides my father. I'm afraid, I'm afraid there's no more resting place if you don't care about me anymore" Love said with tears welling up.

The Throne lifts the head of Love that is bowed slowly. He gently wiped the woman's tears and stroked Love's shiny black hair with a shady look.

"I ...." Love hesitated to continue his sentence.

The woman ventured to stare intently into the brown eyes of the Throne. "... I want to marry you. I love you, Throne. I love you."

How astonished the Throne was to hear such a sudden confession of Love. His eyeballs even stood out and almost rolled out of place. The tongue of the Throne suddenly felt stiff, and his brain seemed unable to think of anything. He took two steps back away from the woman who was staring at him with those puffy eyes.

"A–are you crazy? Kai's joking?" the Chronicle of the Throne still did not believe the sentence he had just heard.

"No. I'm serious, I swear I've loved you since I first saw you. I've been harboring this feeling for so long, Throne. Please marry me. Leave him who doesn't really love you that."

Love stepped forward towards the man who was still petrified in his place. He grabbed the left hand of the Throne and grasped the muscular palm with both hands, accompanied by his sweet smile.

The Throne awakens as it feels a grip on the palm of its left hand, and directs its sharp gaze upon both hands of Love. He just threw out Love's hand and took a step back.

"I don't love you. I will never marry you" said the Cold Throne.

The man with a gloomy look rushed away from Love. He still looks shocked. His face stiffened and his eyebrows almost fused together.

"Tahta, wait for me! Listen to me, Throne." Love is chasing the man.

"Ruler! Ilove you. Please stay with me, "The tear-jerking woman hugs the Throne from behind.

"No. I don't want you to be hurt, leave that j*lang woman. Please, Throne. Don't go, I want to marry you" whined Love with her heartbreaking cry.

"Deliver!" This time the Throne exerted energy to free itself from Love, until the body of Love crashed and fell.

She stared intently at Love who was still sitting with her shoulders trembling with tears. "I never once thought of you as a woman I could love. Not once. Remember that,"

The throne sauntered away into the car, leaving behind a weeping Love. He is completely inexhaustible with the words of Love. The throne had only considered the woman as the sister she had to take care of, but now all that was no longer true. The muscular man gripped the steering wheel with an irregular breath, leaving the spot where it was difficult to breathe.

The beautiful woman who was trying to fight for her first love could only wail sadly for the rejection she got. His heart throbbed pain, it felt almost like it had slashed a knife and rendered his body helpless. The legs of Love seemed boneless again, can only resignedly see the car that runs further away from it.

Without them noticing there was a pair of eyes watching the two. A middle-aged woman with her elegant look, stood pecking beside the elevator not far from the place of Love. He walked over to a Love that was still weak. The woman's footsteps sounded clear and echoed ever closer towards Love.

"Love," he said, slowly patting Love's shoulder.

Love turned to her with tears that were still faithful without her being able to stop. The woman's eyes were rounded as her two neutrals were directly facing the middle-aged woman.

"Aunty?" Love tries to wipe away the tears that are constantly flowing when it realizes Laras is behind it.

"Come, wakeup. You don't deserve this kind of squabbling" said Laras to help Love stand up.

Love does not dare to lift its head. He looked down deeply, watching tears slide down the floor of his apartment parking lot.

Laras stared at the woman who was like her daughter. Since childhood he witnessed the growth of Love, and now he is the only person who can strengthen it. Baras hugged her, gently patting Love's shoulder hoping to give her some comfort.

"Let's get out of here" Laras asked as she led Love into her car.

Meanwhile, the Throne with mixed feelings split the night crowd with its high-speed car. Along the way to the apartment, the man's jaw tightened with the occasional hand hitting the steering wheel of his car.

"Blog!" his curse is full of anger.

"Why Love is like this. He even slandered Bella for her selfishness. I should've listened to Bella." The throne ruffled his hair violently.

"Next time I shouldn't be so gentle with her that there's no more misunderstanding. I'm sure he's just getting carried away because there's Bella. Yeah, it's because of that."

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