
Gerald walked back and forth, researching into every corner of the room looking for his wedding ring with Isvara.
After the uneventful dinner, Gerald immediately ran to the room and looked for the wedding ring that Isvara meant. He really doesn't remember them having a wedding ring, but Gerald will look for it and he won't let it go.
As Gerald recalled, he kept it in this room, in a drawer in a closet with his visa and other files while in Bali at that time.
Gerald won't let Isvara get away from him, even though the girl hasn't given him one more chance, but Gerald will try.
"Damn it, where the hell did I keep it?" Gerald was a little annoyed, he was frustrated to tear down the drawers in his closet as well as on the walk in closed.
When Gerald ran out of sense and exertion for nearly two hours, the man's eyes caught a glint behind a file on his desk.
Gerald observed and took it, sure enough, it was his wedding silver ring.
"Finally ... " The man took a deep breath, with sparkling eyes staring at the ring.
After he examined it better, it turns out that there is the name of the wife engraved there. He just realized the wedding ring that was ordered directly by his father was engraved his name and the name Isvara in it.
"Papa is the best ... " Murmurm.
Gerald does not know why his father so insistent he wants to be with Isvara, but behind it all Gerald is very grateful because his father he realizes his feelings for Isvara.
Gerald put the ring back in place, on his ring finger. But suddenly there was a problem that happened.
"Why doesn't this ring fit?" His frown, forcing the ring coiled on his finger. But still can't.
"Bangs*t! why is this so hard?" Just now he wants to fix everything, why keep a lot of obstacles.
"Come, in!" Gerald kept tight on forcing the ring into his finger, but in vain the ring was too small.
Is this a sign that he can't fix his relationship with Isvara? Shit, he almost cried, why did he suddenly become sensitive like this?
Gerald didn't expect the loss of a woman in his life would be this painful. Is this the end of everything? Did he just give up?
***
In his apartment, Brandon was sitting on his king-size bed, the man staring at a photo with his own smile.
Brandon then broke down, one hand supporting his head and one hand raising the photo high.
"Why is she so beautiful?" Brandon Mumbled. I saw Isvara's face in the photo.
"Brengs! what's the same, you fool? why do you even like this village girl?" he said to himself.
No. Can't be like this? must be something wrong with him?
Since the beginning of Isvara was introduced in the entrepreneurial family, Brandon was already curious about the woman. Why was it when he looked at his face the first time like there was a strange sigh in him.
At first Brandon did not care about it, and thought he was just curious.he only thought Isvara was a stupid girl who would be married to a man she did not know at all.
But the more here's why Brandon's increasingly unable to control his feelings. Especially when Laura asked him to lure the girl with a pretty fantastic payment. Brandon initially accepted Laura's offer just to play around, but the more he got to know Isvara the more curious he was about the girl, and he felt it was inevitable.
The charm and allure of the girl he had always considered the village, turned out to have paralyzed him himself.
Can't do. Brandon couldn't possibly compete with Gerald.
But in this case, it looks like Brandon will make an effort.
***
Isvara walked towards the kitchen after buying some home necessities. The girl arranged things according to the needs of this house.
Four months are almost over, today or tomorrow Mr. Aryaloka will be home. And he'll talk about his divorce with Gerald later.
Isvara had already decided, he would cancel this six-month agreement, however he would make Lord Aryaloka disappointed, Isvara knew, but he also could not let his heart continue to hurt.
Isvara had it all planned out. Once he's free from here, he'll pick up the father and take him away and live in peace.
Continuing college, contracting a home, part-time job to finance his father's treatment and education later. Isvara designed everything. Now it was time for him to achieve his happiness, without the shadow of the man. Isvara made sure he would make his father and himself happy.
"Vivara ... "
Isvara flipped over, seeing Mahesa walking closer to her.
Isvara smiled after tidying up all the kitchen ingredients. "What's wrong?"
Mahesa looked slightly down with a blushing face. "Look, can I borrow you for tonight?"
Isvara was a little surprised. "Borrowed myself?" those words are ambiguous.
Mahesa nodded. "I mean hire, or buy you, oh no-no I mean-" the man seemed to have trouble making his point.
Mahesa nodded timidly, this was really torturing her, but only Isvara could help her.
"Later tonight is my ex-boyfriend's engagement party, I can't come alone, when he breaks up with me and prefers his level brother, I can't come there horribly." said the man.
"So you invited me to come as a pretend couple?" Isvara chuckles.
Mahesa nodded. "Can you say it like that, but if you don't want me to not force it?"
Isvara narrowed her eyes, then the girl patted Sturdy Mahesa's arm like a sidekick. "You've helped me a lot, this time I'll help you."
"Really." Mahesa's eyes sparkled. "You really mean it?"
Isvara smiled broadly displaying a neat row of her teeth. "Of course, I mean it."
"Well, I'll be waiting for you at nine, you can wear the dress I ordered, but Minah will take her to your room."
"Well, you can count on me to be your pretend girlfriend later, we make your ex regret." Isvara laughed crisply.
***
Gerald heard that Mahesa and Isvara were leaving tonight from the mouth of Nela. One of the maids in her house had reported to him.
"You didn't hear wrong, did you?" Gerald made sure again.His jaw hardened the sign that the man was very angry.
"Yes, sir, I heard it, young lady and Mr. Mahesa are going to an engagement, I did not hear wrong" said Nela. fortunately he managed to eavesdrop on the two men's conversation earlier.
Gerald hit his desk chair. "You can go!" tell him to Nela.
Nela bowed respectfully then came out of the man's room, in her heart she smiled in satisfaction.
Gerald who was on the verge of emotion just headed for Isvara's room was. Sure enough, the girl was like preparing.
But just as he was about to step in, Gerald stopped his steps. He did not want Isvara to hate him again by attacking the girl suddenly.
So, this time Gerald will follow his heart, following himself where the scale is. Gerald will release Isvara this time.
****
But it can't. Gerald can't let Isvara be alone with another man. Gerald was not willing.
Be the man following where Mahesa's car took Isvara, to where the engagement was held.
While Isvara and Mahesa in the car seem trapped awkwardly. Mahesa was unceasingly arranging for the girl.
"You are beautiful" Mahesa praised him.
Isvara was embarrassed. "Thank you, this dress you gave me is so much prettier."
Mahesa looked ahead. "It was actually a gift I was going to give her on her birthday, but since our relationship ran out before her birthday, I kept it."
Isvara is a mangosteen, honestly he can not understand the feelings of Mahesa at this time because he never had a girlfriend before, but Isvara believes it is very painful.
"How long have you been dating?"
"About two years, and last year we broke up while she and I were both busy with college work."
Isvara just nodded, unable to ask any more because he knew it was privacy.
"Wait ... " Mahesa stopped her car, making Isvara surprised.
Mahesa turned her head, looked at her, then brought her face closer to Isvara. " Something's on your eyes."
The deg! Isvara was stunned, their faces quite close. Mahesa then rubbed the bottom of her eyes with the man's fingers.
"Real eyelashes." Mahesh swept under Isvara's eyes with his thumb.
Their gazes were glued, Mahesa holding tightly to her cheeks and neck.
"Isvara, can our relationship be more than a pretend boyfriend?"
Isvara blinked, what did that man mean? moreover, the distance of their faces was too close.
Another case with Gerald in his car that was like in the flush lava of Mount Merapi, his face reddened with anger hearing the words for Isvara.
Previously, Gerald had attached a wiretap in his stepbrother's car, and did not expect the words of the curse that he had to hear.
Smoke like coming out of his nose and both ears, how dare the brengs*ek said that to his wife.
"Mahesa, I'll kill you!"