[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Re-meeting

..."Although all the possibilities could happen, but honestly the possibility for them not to be reunited was the only possibility he expected."...

Love set foot towards her sister's residence. The simple two-storey house in the middle of the city looks neat and bright with its American Shabby Chick style design.

"The kids are asleep, Na?" tanya Love remembers that the day is so late.

A disheveled and uninspired face always accompany Love from morning until she sips a glass of ice water tonight.

"Here, Brother." Nana who was busy playing her cellphone distracted by the behavior of Love that is not as usual. He's bad mood.

"That's a big deal, huh?" tanya Nana tilted her head towards Love who was now laying down on the back of the sofa.

"Rubber! Capek ati," replied Love perfunctorily.

Nana was astonished again. This time he even raised one eyebrow. "Why?"

"Tah—" Suddenly the mother of two stopped her speech and straightened up.

"Aakhs! I'm so lazy to say the name of br*ngsek's man!" erang Cinta frustrated and back threw the body into the back of the sofa.

"Any man br*a cheating man doesn't know that he really has no heart!"

Seeing her brother's behavior really made Nana shake her head. Does her sister have any symptoms of stress? Uh, wait. Nana seemed as if she had just realized something and immediately stared intently at her brother.

"So brother said Tah— what?" Nana's trying to make sure that something she's thinking is wrong?

Still resuscitating her head on the single sofa at the left end, Love glanced lazily towards her sister sitting down. He was on a long sofa facing the television.

"I mean Brother ... Brother Tah-ta?" nana asked hesitantly, but instead got a small nod from her sister which was also a justification for what was on her mind.

So surprised, Nana shut her mouth in disbelief.

"So ... today the brother of the same meeting Sister Throne? Wh why? How can? He knows about the King and Queen?"

Love rolled her eyeballs off guard with all of Nana's ludicrous-sounding questions. Yes, when I met.

"He is the owner of the hotel that will hold a grand opening on the twentyth. He also seems to know nothing about big brother, so take it easy."

Now hearing that answer made Nana even more astonished. Oh, Tuhaan. What other destiny do you want to give him?

"That means that for the next twenty-six days Big Brother will often meet him?"

"No. Big brother will only meet twice more to discuss the structuring design and cooperation agreement, the rest of the big brother team take care of it."

Nana breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, she did not want her brother to deal with people in his past. He does not want the happiness and peace that this hard-earned Love can achieve to be confused again. Although all possibilities could happen, but honestly the possibility for them not to be reunited was the only possibility he expected.

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The throne was sitting on his great chair while flipping through the sheets of files stacked before him. He must immediately check the files if he wants to continue to carry out the inauguration of his hotel, as Reza said, if not all will be delayed because the performance of the Throne slowed after his meeting with Love. More time he spent daydreaming.

Reza who was sitting on the sofa of his boss room while arranging the files that had been checked by the Throne stole a look at him. Love is like two knives.

He stared for a long time at the white paper. Flipping it slowly, reading and looking at every detail of the image inside, it was the design submitted by the owner during the meeting. On the last page, the Throne's eye bead moves downwards. He saw a very familiar hand in the corner of the paper. The extended fingers of the Throne gently stroke the graffiti used to certify the document. Miss you.

The throne grabbed the pen on the side of the document. Without hesitation or correcting, he signed the file from Blooming Flower. His hand-streaked it into his work cover on this cold and lonely night.

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The woman who was driving a red Jazz car was spurring her vehicle to split the sea of vehicles in the city of Jakarta. The car looks smooth now. Unlike one week ago, where there were several scratches on one side of the body.

Love parked his car after arriving and rushed to the elevator in the parking area. This time he did not need to cover his face due to the sunburn, and made sure he was not late from the schedule that had been set.

Wh-tok-tok!

The hotel attendant who delivered Cinta knocked on the wooden door on the third floor of the hotel's far right. It did not escape the attention of Love who had circulated his gaze to all angles. It seems that the rightmost building is used for employees and administrative activities, this is separate from hotel rooms and precisely also quieter. Not too many people.

There was no word from within, but the female employee kept the door open. It seems like this is commonplace, and knocking on the door just to code, thought Love who was then welcome to enter the room.

Love stiffened a little when she realized who the owner of the room she had just entered was, but she quickly returned to neutralize her expression before the owner of the room realized.

The throne raised its head, looking at the woman standing before it with eyes that were difficult to interpret.

"Good day, Mr. Throne," said Love with his professional smile despite the fact that in his heart he was cursing the man.

"Ah, yes. Please sit down."

Love stepped, took a seat on the long brown sofa, while the Throne sat on a single sofa at the right end. Love has tried not to get too close he took a safe distance by being in the middle of the sofa. The throne stared fixedly at every movement of Love to make him feel uncomfortable.

"So Blooming Flower will be responsible for supplying fresh flowers as decoration materials and also display this hotel?" ask the Throne in a professional tone typical of a businessman.

"Yes, Mr. Throne. According to the concept you requested, we have summarized several types of flowers that will match the theme of this hotel, one of which is hortensia. This flower has a variety of elegant colors and also a fairly long life after being cut from the stalk. For the lobby because the concept is luxurious and elegant we can use tulips or roses. Lavender can also be an attraction for guest rooms because the aroma is quite soothing."

Cinta made her presentation for this cooperation project while occasionally flipping the file in front of her. He was not so focused on the Throne that he did not realize there were eyes filled with flashes of admiration and longing fused together and shone on it endlessly. Love also does not realize there is a corner of a person's lips are drawn thinly to the side when the woman is babbling about the flowers.

"How about, Mr. Throne?" The throne came to a realization and raised his eyebrows slightly at the question of Love.

"Ah, yes. That, I don't really understand the names of the flowers you mentioned. Just a few flowers I can understand."

Huh! Very inconvenient. I can't stand it here anymore. My throat is dry, Love grumbled in my heart.

She forced the woman to shift her seat and slightly approached the Throne. I have to end this meeting, sign a contract, and go home.

He re-opened the file in his hand to the front page. Love shows pictures of flowers and mentions his name one by one so that the man in front of him immediately understands. This time their distance was only three feet away.

Instead of listening, the Throne returned only to steal a look at his ex-wife. The rose scent of Love's body gushed to the tip of the Throne's nose. The man quietly inhaled it deeply. It felt like he was getting closer to Love, inhaling such a soothing scent that it was as husky as he could be.

"So it ...." Love stopped speaking as her face faced the Throne. I don't know since when, but the distance between the two is getting eroded and now only leaves two hands.

Love is frozen. His heart suddenly beat faster and more irregular. The man who had become an ex-husband was now looking at him fixedly without blinking a single bit. A gaze filled with longing and also regret.

...Seriate.......