[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Call It A Smart Woman

..."If time could easily be replayed, there would definitely be no words of regret in this world, and ... there would be no improvement of attitude."...

Love was busy flipping the file showing some pictures of flowers in it. While the man who asked for an explanation on the names of the flowers was busy looking at him. Love is like a magnetic field for the Throne. The net could never escape a second from the face of the woman. Even the smell of roses from his body made the man seem to float with flowers that felt blooming in his chest.

Very lovely. His face looks more radiant. He really lived well without me. If only I had realized my feelings earlier. If only that time I could have prioritized her who was already my wife. If only he would give me a chance ....

Love pulled her body back as the pair of brown neutrals looked at her deeper and deeper. He cleared his throat briefly removing the awkwardness and awakening the owner of the net to return from his subconscious. Love is very understanding of this situation, whether what is lodged in the head of the man who has become her ex-husband, who surely Love wants to immediately end this meeting and leave this metropolitan city. She misses her flowers so much. He was also worried that the closer he got to the Throne he would realize the twins' presence.

"So what about the cooperation, Pak Tahta?" tanya Love opens the conversation again.

The throne that had been fascinated by his ex-wife was misbehaved for a moment and chose to turn his eyes to the side. Attract and tidy up his suit that was not at all messy. After his heart improved, he again looked professionally towards Love.

Huh! Crazy one! What I was thinking. How could I think of a married woman like that. I must be crazy.

"Yes, I accept it. This is our contract letter" he said, pushing the map in front of him.

Love opened the file. Flip and read it briefly then without waiting for long immediately put a signature on it. He did not need to read the letter again because Hendra's manager had previously provided a copy of the file to study.

"Alright, thank you very much for your time. I still have some work, so I say retreat first," said Love with a bow of respect.

The woman stood up after getting a nod from her interlocutor. He turned his body about to step before feeling his right hand being thwarted by a burly hand. The grip of the hand felt strong, but it did not hurt him at all.

Love turned her body again, staring at the burly hand that was gripping her wrist. Love's eye bead moves through that hand until her bead meets a pair of eye beads that are already looking at her meaningfully.

Is he crazy? Ah, this is really crazy. My heart was about to explode. Now what the fuck?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Throne please let go of my hand," Pinta Cinta with as much courtesy as possible. However, the man did not budge at all.

The throne stared deeply at the dark brown-colored bead of eyes. His heart is no longer okay. There's a big gurgle mixed with pain there. The throne was eager to hold the tiny body into its arms. Can I be selfish for once?

Love twists her wrist slowly, trying to escape. "Sir of the Throne, I must leave immediately."

"Are you happy?" the question suddenly slid from the mouth of the Throne.

"Are you happy with him? Looks like you lived a good life after leaving me."

The deg!

Love swallowed its saliva heavily. His blood felt rippling profusely, and strangely the flow of blood felt slicing through his heart. There was a pain centered on his chest and radiated throughout his body when he heard a question that sounded more like that statement. If only he had asked that question long ago. If only his happiness was asked first when they were together, maybe not the pain that Love feels now, but an indescribable feeling of happiness.

"Yes, of course." Love looks firmly at the Throne.

"Yes, you have to be happy. At least you won't regret leaving me and choosing to marry another man. Heh!" Suddenly the man smiled sinisterly and let go of his hand grip just like that.

"How could a woman who said she loved me so much that she did all kinds of things to be with me, remarry another man within a month of her divorce. What do we call a woman like that?"

Love opened her eyes to hear the words of her ex-husband. Both of his hands clenched tightly to the point of causing a pierced sensation in his palm. The woman tightened her jaw and approached one step toward the Throne. With the glare of his sharp eyes he looked up at the Throne. "How about we call her a smart woman for choosing to leave a cheating man and preferring a man who only loves her."

The body of the Throne felt helpless. He fell on his couch. Holding his head that felt heavy, the man cursed his own stupidity. However, she concludes one thing, the man, her husband is only an impingement for Love. You idiot! What I think of someone else's wife. I can't be a brengs*k guy like this.

"Sir Reza, is it true that the Throne has taken over my duties for Blooming Flower?" asked the man who had just entered Reza's room in a hurry.

Reza simply nodded without raising his head and continued to focus on the documents before him. The young man who served as manager stepped closer to Reza's desk.

"Why? Is my performance not good?" This time it was responded to with a light skirt by his interlocutor.

"Then why? Is there a problem? Or... Do I want to be fired?" Manager Hendra leaned in with a worried expression.

Reza heaved a heavy sigh looking at the behavior of the person he was carrying and the recommendation to his superiors. In the end Reza took off her pen and looked at the younger Hendra.

"Everything you say is not true. This cooperation is a little more special than the others, so stop thinking weird."

"Special? What is so special about the flowers that will only be used as a table display?"

"Haishhah! Never mind, you won't understand. You better go now."

"No! Explain it to me first," demanded Hendra with seriousness.

Reza who had started to get irritated finally got up and dragged the man's collar, taking him out of the room.

"You talk too much" he said, pushing Hendra gently from the doorway.

Just as Hendra was about to reply, a woman came out of his boss' room with a face full of anger. The woman who was none other than the owner of the Blooming Flower stepped wide past the two men without saying anything. Both were made agape with the attitude of a beautiful woman dressed formally with the cream-colored pants.

Hendra glanced questioningly at Reza who was still staring at the back of Love that was getting away. Realizing Hendra's gaze, Reza turned the lazy eyeball while tidying up his black suit.

"I've said it's a little special" Reza said indifferently, and sauntered away toward the Throne's room.

Hendra, who was also curious about the word 'special', ventured to follow the man who was like his brother. Reza turned the silver doorknob, inside a man sitting on the sofa with his frustrated face.

They both entered without saying anything. Just stared at the man in silence. He knew his boss was in a bad mood.

"I did a stupid thing to a married woman. He must hate me even more now," the Throne broke the silence with a cynical smile.

"You're just getting too carried away. Mom Love may just be in shock and it takes time. The proof is that he still wants to work with us even though he knows this place belongs to you" replied Reza trying to calm his boss.

Hendra raised his eyebrows, now he was more confused to hear the conversation of the two people. He was still standing awkwardly behind Reza. People's wives? Of love? What did they mean by Blooming? inner Hendra tried to second-guess the situation.

"What was that love?" the whisper was right behind Reza's ear.

"Had married? Ma'am Cinta is a widow," he murmured and can still be heard by his two superiors.

...Seriate........