GIGOLO.
Chapter 20: Marrying You
Fiorella escorted her lover to the project that would become her future husband's workplace, it seems that she really knows this place and sure enough the contractor is Jhony, she is American and friend Fiorella.
"Jhony, is that you? Do you remember me or not?" ask Fiorella.
"Flame? Fiona?" ask Jhony.
Fiorella clenched her forehead as her friend forgot her name. "Fiorella, cook don't remember?"
"Hahaha, I'm kidding. What's coming here? Who's the guy? I heard you're divorced from Fabiano?"
Fiorella. "Yes, we're divorced for something. Introduce this is Michael or can be called Miki. He'll be working here as your subordinate, I'll drop him off here because it looks like I'm so familiar with hearing the name of this company and it's really yours. Are you still working with Fabiano?"
"No, we're not working together anymore. Okay, Miki, I've seen your job application. I accepted you because you're Fiorella's friend."
"He's my girlfriend and my future husband" Fiorella explained.
Of course Jhony was shocked because from the CEO of the wealthy even down the class get the workers project odd. What he misheard but saw them join hands was very clear if they were lovers.
"Oh, congratulations. I'm waiting for his invitation if this man is indeed your future husband" said Jhony.
Miki then starts working, Fiorella entrusts her lover to Jhony. He returned to his home but on his way home he met Fabiano. The man intercepted his car and forced Fiorella out of the car.
"Let go, me!" Fiorella.
"I'm so crazy to lose you, can't we make up anymore?" ask Fabiano.
"It's clear that we're divorced. Don't make me sick of you" Fiorella replied.
"Can he please you?" ask Fabiano.
Fiorella. "I'm very happy with Miki. I'm sorry Fabiano, we're over and there's no chance of coming back. I thank you for the last two years that you have been my husband. We can still be friends as usual."
Fabiano fell silent with his sad face, Fiorella clasped her hands tightly, their eyes looking at each other while Fiorella strengthened her ex-husband.
"You are handsome, rich and kind. There will be a woman who is much better than me, I know you used to just be captivated by the snake woman until you forgot your way home. Please, for the sake of happiness each of us better forget the past! I'm not the perfect woman for you either and I'll still be your friend."
The man's tears were dripping, regret always came behind, he deeply regretted all his deeds just yet. If only he had not been enamored with Gracia then this separation would not have just happened. Fiorella immediately hugged him as if encouraging, Fabiano should not be like this and should be able to forget about it.
"Fab, it's not good to continue to fall into the past. Can we make peace with the past and become friends? I'm not going anywhere and I don't have a grudge against you but please don't take revenge on me or Miki and any time soon I'm going to marry her" Fiorella explained.
"Married him?" ask Fabiano.
The man nodded slowly, although it is very difficult to mengikhlaskan but what can I do? True Fiorella said if he should not be stuck with the past. Learning to forget and accept things must be done. If you just follow your ambitions, life will feel useless.
"I'll try it even if it's very difficult" Fabiano said.
Fiorella gave a small smile, he clasped Fabiano's hand. "Yes, you have to do it for your own life. You're handsome and rich, who wouldn't want to be with you? If there is then I will scold him, hahaha..."
Seeing Fiorella's laughter made Fabiano's heart knock, as long as he was his wife he never saw Fiorella's laughter like this. He realized his mistake of not being able to make his ex-wife happy.
"Thank you, Fio. I'm glad I was your husband. May you be happy."
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The marriage was done in front of the pastor at a church, the marriage was closed considering Fiorella had just divorced. She was led by her father to walk to the front to meet his future husband. Miki was very handsome in her suit, she looked forward towards Fiorella. His future wife is also so beautiful with her white dress. When he was in front, he grabbed Fiorella's hand and now the two of them faced the priest who was going to marry them.
The event began, the sacred promise was said on each other's lips then after that they exchanged rings and kissed. Everyone applauded and there was Fabiano, he tried to be sincere even though the feeling for Fiorella was not completely gone. After the sacred promise is said now they are a legal husband and wife in the eyes of religion or country. Flowers that should be thrown even Fiorella give directly to her ex-husband.
"May you follow" said Fiorella.
Fabiano just smiled. "Yes, thank you."
Miki approached, he took Fiorella out of there and got into the car. They will immediately honeymoon to the place they have determined, Miki's salary is not much but enough to finance his small family. After getting into the car, the driver drove him. Their goal is the hotel first so they can rest there. Is there no reception of some kind? It was not that Fiorella did not want to hold it but that she did not want to invite a lot of people.
In the car they joined hands, Miki kissed his wife's hand. "My Nyonyaku is now my wife."
"My idol is now my husband" Fiorella said.
Miki gave a small smile then kissed him again, she was so happy to be able to get Fiorella.
"What night can be called the first night?" ask Miki.
"Of course, the first night as a bride" Fiorella replied.
"I'm not rich yet but someday I'll be a rich husband to you" asked Miki.
"I failed to say anything at that time, I didn't need a rich husband, I just needed a husband who loved me, understanding and kind. If wealth can't make you happy for what? After all, I have a lot of money myself, too" Fiorella explained.
They then kissed again, this time their kiss was so deep and affectionate. Miki has been determined to become a rich man so as not to be looked down upon by others, until now there are still many people who underestimate him because they consider Fiorella's taste down to class.
I'll prove who I really am. Inner Miki.
