[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Serenade Longs

The woman was looking for the most comfortable sitting position behind the wheel. Not forgetting before stepping on the gas pedal, she reapplied lipstick on her lips that were already as red as blood. Just now the woman wanted to step on the accelerator pedal of her car, Love's eyes caught a man who was seen rushing into her car.

"Didn't they just say he's having an important meeting?" muttered Love with her cynical gaze to the Throne.

Love's tiny hand quickly grabbed the paper bag she had prepared earlier. The long-haired woman half ran towards the Throne car at the end of the parking lot close to the elevator.

The throne had just arrived in front of his car as the woman he had evaded approached him. Their eyes meet. The Throne was silent for a moment, shocked by the sudden presence of Love.

"Dear." The sound of screaming from a cell phone near his ear resuscitated the reverie of the Throne.

"Yes, Honey. Sorry there was a cat passing by, I'll be there soon," said the Throne and waltzed away just leaving Love.

The love that had just stopped its steps right beside the Throne car was stunned to hear the speech of the Throne. A sudden rush of pain ran through his heart, making tears just slide from the corner of his net. The brown paper bag fell when the body of Love seemed to lose its power. The black sedan car drove away leaving Love still frozen in place.

Her tiny hands were tightly clenched. The murmur of pain was increasingly agonizing his inner self. He closed his eyes stopping the flow of tears that had soaked his smooth cheeks.

"Isn't he Love? I heard from Sena, she was rejected by the Throne a few days ago, no shame, yes."

An employee who was also in the parking area with two colleagues was busy gossiping while glancing at Love who looked miserable.

Love wiped away the tears on her cheeks. Taking a deep breath, trying to strengthen his own feeling. He did not want to hear any more the scorn of those who looked at him with disdain. It was difficult enough for him to face the Throne, there was no time for him to serve the empty words of those around him.

"Hah .. has been destroyed apparently," said Cinta when opening a box of cake from the paper bag she just picked up.

A sliced smile was clearly imprinted on her father's face while closing the cake box and turning away. I'm not trying to take it either. But is it wrong to keep trying to show my love? As long as they are legally bound, I just want the Throne to know how much it meant to me. After all, I just want to give my cake, really for him. Why am I always labeled a prankster? love with tears that come back.

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Dark clouds blanketed the entire city of Kuala Lumpur today. People who just got off the car walk fast even a little run so as not to be hit by raindrops that start to say hello. Love stares wistfully at every drop of water that passes through the glass beside it. Even though he was in a quite luxurious restaurant and crowded visitors, he felt lonely. Lonesome. It was as if he was in a dark meadow and no one could hold his hand.

"Have you been waiting a long time?" greet Laras while taking a seat right in front of Love.

Love turned her gaze towards Laras, and smiled kindly at the middle-aged woman. "Not so long, Auntie. Maybe five or ten minutes."

Laras just nodded while smiling. He then circulated his gaze around the new European restaurant that was inaugurated a few months ago. Romantic and luxurious impression will be immediately felt when entering this restaurant. With decorations dominated by touches of wood, dim lights, and a beautiful ceramic floor, the restaurant can definitely make visitors instantly fall in love. In addition to its charming place, they also have a menu of delicious Italian cuisine. Among them are Bakmie Truffle and Porcini Coffee Rubbed Steak. That's why Love chose the place to meet with Laras. The middle-aged woman was very fond of European cuisine.

Love shakes. Her net bowed sadly considering the events of this afternoon. A flash of the shadow of the Throne's face and an indifferent expression again broke the woman's stubbornness.

"You asked for time and Auntie has given you a week. Auntie won't wait too long until you can get her heart back, Love. Aunty does not want their relationship to get closer. So, this time please help Auntie," Pinta Laras expectantly.

Love raises the head. Silently stared at the bead of the eyes of the woman who was more than half a century old. Seen a hope and sincerity from the clear twinkle of his eyes. It was heartless to say no and disappoint those who were happy to help him.

Love slowly nodded. "All right, Auntie."

A bright smile appeared on the lips of Laras. He grabbed the hand of Love, grasping it meaningfully. The woman seemed to get a glimmer of light from the darkness that these few days had already enveloped her.

"Thank you, son. I don't know who else to ask for help. I'm scared and I don't want my son to have a fate like mine. He's a good boy, and you're the only woman who suits him."

"But, Aunt. Love is not sure the Throne will do it."

"You don't have to worry. Aunty has managed to get her signature approval for the submission of the wedding file," Laras replied while removing a brown envelope from her bag.

Love's eyes are perfectly rounded even as if they almost jumped out of place when opening the contents of the file. Unbeknownst to him and the Throne, Laras had already taken care of the registration of their marriage.

"How did Aunt get her autograph? It's impossible if he just put it away."

"It wasn't that difficult as long as Lidya was still there. He's my only man. Lidya just needed to slip these files and ask for autographs when she was off guard. He is still very careless when he is in a state of turmoil" Laras explained with his sly smile.

Love frowned staring in disbelief at the woman before him. Extremely dangerous. It was just that sentence that currently flashed through his mind.

"Have you considered me a weak woman and doubted my abilities?" asked Laras when he found a strange look from Love.

"Ti–no. Of course Aunt is great," said Cinta with a smile that looks very forced.

Serenade love that sounds flowing from the end of the restaurant room makes the atmosphere feel more romantic and warm. But that doesn't apply to love. He turned his gaze towards the glass window that was already filled with splashes of rainwater. Enjoy the night view of the city wet from the rain, and let Laras enjoy his dinner.

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