Choice Matchmaker For Reva
78. Mad love
Reva loosened her embrace, wanting to see her clear eyes and washed away it. "You are my priest, you are not the one who will take me where the road leads you. I'll go wherever you go, not in the world but forever." His words are sincere.
"My wife dear, the thing that makes me most grateful to be alive in this world is to have you, when I first saw you I fantasized about seeing you up close. Verily the God of my Lord has granted all that, even to have you and to have a child from you, our son." Aldo hugged him again, cradled his wife's stomach so that it was not far away.
"I'm also very grateful to have you." Reva rested her head on the chest of her husband's peaceful field.
That great affection always dominates the heart, the more you want to always be close and want to melt the same taste. Enjoying a long night together, channeling a passionate longing, not exhausted even though crowded it every time. Beautiful words are always spoken by the seductive man in between games that make him resigned. Crazy love, eternal love, real love, selfish right?
While elsewhere, a young woman came to the funeral home with slow steps, her lackluster face making her even more miserable.
"Sister Abidzar!" Calling him slowly, of course still heard Abidzar who was still bowed lethargic.
"Bella, thank you for coming, your sister has left us." His words still shed tears.
"I just found out, sorry I'm late." Bella approaches her sister-in-law, abidzar's wife is a distant niece of Pak Hartawan, during this time the family of Abidzar's wife (Lena) never looks like family to Bella, because the Lena family is an ordinary person, that's not what Miss Amelia likes. But in contrast to Hartawan himself, the family is still family, although his wife does not like him still often visit his distant family. Until finally the friendship between Hartawan and Abidzar is getting closer between the client and the lawyer, Abidzar met with the distant nephew of the Journalist when Pak Hartawan delivered money for the medical expenses of Lena at that time, Abidzar had accompanied the treatment process Lena in a large hospital in Jakarta, until they fell in love and finally married. Lena and Abidzar had a very young son who was one year old. When after giving birth to the state of Lena who was already sickly getting worse and never improving, until some time ago Abidzar had taken her to Singapore for cancer surgery on his head. But whatever the power, despite trying, but God loves Lena more. Abidzar now lives with his only son who must continue to live without his beloved wife.
Until late at night, Bella still did not move as if she was dissolved with sadness.
"Bella?" Inadvertently David saw the son of his former boss was sitting alone, although many people in the room but he was just silent not talking nor did anything.
Hearing his name, he turned. "Sister David." Answer slowly.
"Who are you with? It's late at night." David looked around and there were no journalists there.
"I was alone, I was in a taxi." The answer still looks uninspired.
"Let's go home, I'll take you." David invites him to move, Bella complies and follows David.
On the way Bella just stared straight ahead, only her breathing was still orderly, even her finger was reluctant to move. David occasionally glanced at him on the windshield, he really pity, that's why David was willing to take Bella to go home, after all Mr. Hartawan is a good person, he said, there is no harm this time David returned his kindness even though Mr. Hartawan was gone.
"Bella, next time you don't go alone, you're a girl." David tried to advise the girl, although not keeping her like a bodyguard but a little advice might be heard and might be useful.
"Yes." Yeah." Answer's short.
"You're young, don't get too late in past events, there are still many men who will love you as sincerely as possible. Enjoy your life, find that point of happiness even in the pit of ants. You can do it!" David cheering.
"That's what you said, how do you know after marriage you have children?" David did not want to lose to the girl's despair.
"That's impossible." The answer is sad and sad.
"It's possible if you open your heart. See abidzar, he lost his wife and had to take care of his son, meaning he had to find a woman who could take care of his son. If you can open your heart, find a man who already has children and a child who needs a mother." David did not want to see the face of the girl beside him, there was a little fear if his words were offensive. But he already said so it must be ready if the woman next to him will cry scolding him.
Bella did not answer, either really angry or was digesting David's words. David prefers silence, rather than adding to the situation getting runyam, girls people cry in the car with him, can-can make people misunderstand.
Until a while later, their car had arrived in front of the fence of the multilevel mansion, David did not turn off the engine, only let Bella down and enter her house safely, then David turned around.
Without them noticing, a pair of eyes were watching them with astonished and furious gazes. For sure there is nothing wrong between them, just being willing to return the favor between the son of a former employer and a trust assistant only, he said, if something is wrong then it is the fault of the person who saw it to draw conclusions without asking the person who was in it. In real life, this happens often.
Inside that luxurious house.
"Where have you been Isabella?" The arrogant woman was sitting waiting for him.
"From Lena's house, she died." Bella continued her steps towards the upper room.
"You can ask one of your mama's people if you want to get out." Madame Amelia still wants to talk.
"No need for mama." Bella kept going slowly.
"Other times it has to be with the driver, otherwise mama won't let you out of the house." The woman said firmly.
Bella just took a breath, she was lazy to argue with her mother, of course the result will be the same, the woman will not be willing to give up, all must go according to her wishes. Very tired of the life he lived, without a father who was always loving, without Aldo who used to be very protective.
This alone when to stop, was there someone left to treat this wound.
If love is blind, then where are the people who do not see its flaws.
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A bright morning, though,
