A marriage full of wounds
chapter 2
One Week later.
A shiny luxury car cruised the paved and narrow streets. To get to a wine farm.
Behind the luxurious car, more precisely in the rear passenger seat, the figure of a handsome man with a firm face full of charismatic sitting with his elegance.
The facial line is firm, in complete with a pointed nose, sharp eyes sliced bright blue, jawed face firmly overgrown with fine hairs around it and also above the perfect lips that are still natural color.
His facial lines now looked flat and cold. His eyelids were not constantly staring intently forward. Where he could see from a distance, a simple villa.
A middle-aged male worker ran to open the gate of the villa, which was located in the middle of a winery.
The car went slowly, until it arrived in front of the villa terrace made entirely of black wood.
A 35-year-old man, approaching the luxurious black car and immediately opened the door of the man who was still sitting in the back seat with a resolute aura.
"Welcome sir, young man" said the man after seeing his young master get off the car. He bowed half his body.
Men with normal height and body carvings are very coveted by many women — continues to sulk his elegant steps, regardless of the greeting of respect his men.
The door in front of the sharp-eyed man was opened from the inside. And — looks a middle-aged woman greets him with a gentle smile.
"Congratulations, come back, son." The half-full-bodied woman greeted the man who had blue irises, so warmly.
"Thank you, aunt." The man in the neat suit, let out his heavy voice, after during the trip just fell silent.
The woman, who was called the aunt, immediately took off the thick clothes worn by the beautiful man and hung them on a clothes hanger located near the door of the house. The woman, too, took a slipper home for her young master.
"Where, mommy?" Asked the 37-year-old man with a view of rotating the entire villa.
"Madam, she's in the backyard, sir," the woman replied, continuing to show a warm smile.
"Mrs, together …." The middle-aged woman did not continue her words, after, seeing the young master continue his steps towards the backyard of the villa.
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"Mom!" The call of a heavy voice and full of charismatic aura, made two different-aged women who were chatting surprised.
Madame Margaretha, immediately turned her face back. After that, he stood up. Welcoming his son.
While Catherine, still neutralizing the heartbeat, when her hearing Indar caught a voice that immediately made her heart beat fast.
Catherine, still urinating in her native place, with a nervous face hue, was about to meet her future husband.
The girl who has green eyes is still not ready to see the face of her future husband. Hearing his voice alone, already made him nervous, let alone looking at the face of the man.
Catherine continued to freeze and was nervous in her place, turning her back on Madame Margaretha and her son.
So the voice of the mistress Margaretha, suddenly, called and wanted herself to approach the mother and the child.
"Cathy! Come here, son," call Miss Margaretha, turning her body a little backwards.
The man who had just met his mommy and was so worried when, getting news from his subordinates, that, the mommy had an accident in the village.
It just so happened that the man with the stern face and the reddish-white body, was on a business trip in another country. Until, yesterday, he. Have a chance to see the condition of the mommy.
The man with the haircut drizzled, following the direction of the mommy's gaze. It can capture, a picture of a tiny back with a white tie neck. Hair tied high up.
The grown man, frowned in wonder. Seeing a stranger in the neighborhood around the mommy.
"Come here, baby," sidelines for Ms. Margaretha's return.
Catherine walked slowly with both of her fingers firmly grasping each other.
The man who was now staring at the petite figure before him with a folded forehead and a sharp gaze. His face was cold and flat.
In contrast to what was in mind, Catherine wished her future husband was a very gentle and friendly man.
"Jeffin!" Sentak mrs Margaretha, mentioned her son's name.
"Hm! The man muttered with his heavy voice.
"So, this beautiful girl. Her name is Catherine Zeta Jones. She's the one who saved mommy and took care of mommy while being treated at the health clinic here, "mistress Margaretha said, grabbing Catherine's moist palms and holding her gently.
Jeffin remained silent. But ... his gaze is still attached to the tiny figure next to the mommy.
"Cathy!" Sela mistress Margaretha to the girl beside her.
"I-iya, madam," Catherine replied.
Madame Margaretha smiled, looking at Catherine's nervous face and feeling the girl's body stiffen.
"introduce. He's my son, Jeffin. Jeffin William Abraham." Call her Margaretha.
Lady Margaretha gave a glance to her son to invite Catherine to first get acquainted or shake hands.
"Ehem! Jeffin throbs heavily. Which again worked, making Catherine's body freeze.
"Jeffin!" Call the man in a cold, firm voice. Not forgetting, the man whose height reached Catherine's body extended his hand before Catherine's face which was still bowed in shame.
Catherine saw, that sturdy palm, which so looked warm and pleasant. Catherine also with trembling and stammering hand movements, trying to reply to the burly hand. With a loud voice.
"C-catherine," she replied in a soft voice and her cold trembling hand was now in the palm of the burly man before her.
Catherine's heart grew even louder, as the surface of her cold palm skin met the burly palm of the man looming before her.
"Jeffin!" Reply to the flat-faced man with an intonation of a cold voice.
Jeffin hastily removed the links of their hands and secretly cleaned the touch marks of Catherine's hands behind her body without the knowledge, the mistresses Margaretha and Catherine.
"Thank your eyes, dear" whispered lady Margaretha by Catherine's ear. When he saw the girl's head kept on looking down.
Catherine looks faintly shaken. And — mistress Margaretha chuckled stifled at Catherine's innocent manner and demeanor.
Lady Margaretha felt her choice this time was right to make Catherine his son's wife.
Seeing the sincerity of the girl beside him and also the tough nature was also the innocence of this girl. A girl who only knows how to work hard to live her life and also to be able to achieve her goals.
Moreover, this girl, still holy and never touched by any man, also the thought of the girl beside her was still very innocent.
"Look, and look at your future husband, son," whispered the lady Margaretha back.
"Come on!" Lady Margaretha, slightly, forced Catherine to choose her son's handsome face.
Slowly, Catherine raised her head and started pounding. While capturing this amazing sight in front of him. The figure of a beautiful man that so shook his heart.
Unintentionally, the two's eye beads met and looked at each other in a short while. After, Jeffin threw away his gaze with a flat facial expression.
While Catherine, still looked at Jeffin with admiration. He never stopped seeing the handsome face of Jeffin. Although, it did not get a warm response from the adult man.
