HUSBAND'S HEART

part 53 MARRY ME

Yuana drives to the meeting location, the best hotel in the middle of town.

This new client is said to be the Indonesian representative for suppliers of raw materials of overseas branded bag manufacturers whose limited edition bag prices can reach nine digits in rupiah value.

When Yuana was busy parking the car, Ilham was busy tidying up her appearance.

As soon as the car stopped perfectly, Ilham quickly got down and walked to the driver's door and quickly opened the door for Yuana.

Of course Yuana was astonished by the attitude of Inspiration. There must be shrimp behind the rock.

"How do I look?" ask Ilham while slightly bending the mirror in the car glass, restoring the hair and tidying it up, "tie?" hold your body to Yuana.

Yuana sighed then took one step closer, fixing the tie that was slightly slanted and sagging. Yuana knew that Ilham was working on it, but she did not want to prolong the business. Slowly drawn the small end of the tie when he straightened the tie knot position until Ilham slightly choked because of suffocation.

"Hi!" shouts Ilham, but Yuana ignores him, preferring to walk ahead to the hotel lobby room.

Arriving at the reception desk, Ilham said that he had an appointment with one of the hotel guests, on behalf of Mr. Adrian. The receptionist immediately checked the guest book and Adrian's name was on the list of CIPs (Commersially Important Persons) of the hotel.

Then asked one of the officers to direct Ilham and Yuana to the penthouse of the hotel. The attendant ushered in to the special elevator and pressed the highest number button and invited Ilham to close the elevator door, because he could not get to the top.

"Mas Ilham why the hell?" long ago Yuana was troubled by the behavior of Inspiration all this morning.

"This is our first date, Yuana," replied Ilham, keeping his eyes on her appearance through her reflection on the elevator door.

Yuana turned her eyes puffed at Ilham's absurd answer. Shouldn't the future wife's charade be just in front of Ratna? This is why it carried over to the business of work, really Yuana was not exhausted with the behavior of Inspiration.

Yuana was already used to the temptations of Inspiration to him, but he thought it was just a joke so as not to stress face the pressure of work. Because he believes Ilham understands his condition that has just been mourning and there is no intention to open the heart. While Ilham himself also still counted recovery from physical and psychological pain, the trauma of relationships with women must still be imprinted.

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The clanking of the elevator sounds stopped followed by the opening of the elevator door, breaking Yuana's mind. He also walked out following Ilham who was already standing at a door that was exactly three meters in front of the elevator door.

Yuana turned her head to the right and left, only to see the reflection of the two of them in the large mirror that covered the three by two meter wall.

"What place is this, Mom? Why is there only one door on one floor?" asked Yuana curiously.

Inspiration had not yet answered, someone had opened the door for them. For a while, Ilham was surprised to see who opened the door.

"Bonjour beau fr'ere, Adelio," a tall beautiful girl greeted and extended her hand towards Ilham with a sweet smile.

"Bonjour belle femme, Aimee," Inspiration welcomes the hand of the girl named Aimee and then kisses her lenticular fingers at a glance.

The heat and stifling feeling suddenly burst into Yuana's chest, spontaneously pulling the left arm of the suit worn by Ilham. But soon he let go of realizing his irreverence, he did not want the girl to misunderstand him.

"Votre femme?" ask Aimee to Ilham if this girl is his lover while smiling towards Yuana.

"Yuana, future femme," replied Ilham with a big smile turning towards Yuana introducing her as a future wife.

But Yuana, who does not know the language used by the two of them, means that Ilham is introducing the girl as a lover or girl of Ilham's target, Ilham said, remembering when in the elevator Ilham said that today is the first date of Inspiration.

"Hallo, Yuana, introduce me Aimee," Aimee's friendly greeting to Yuana using Indonesian with her foreign accent.

"Hai Aimee, I am Yuana the assistant of Mr. Ilham Adelio," Yuana replied while accepting Aimee's hand post by emphasizing the assistant's word when introducing her.

"Please come in, consider your own home, haha..," Aimee let her guest in, she tried to jest to create a familiarity between them, "sit down, I'll make a drink."

Inspiration also allowed Yuana to sit on the big sofa in front of them, but she herself did not sit but instead followed Aimee who walked towards the kitchen bar not far from Yuana sitting.

"Your Indonesian language is getting smoother as it seems," the stale Ilham said when he was sitting in the barstool right in front of Aimee who was taking a cup to make a drink. The purpose of Ilham sitting there was to ensure that the drinks made by Aimee did not contain alcohol and could be drunk by him and Yuana.

"Of course, otherwise, there's no way I'm here right now," turns out Aimee was about to make an herbal tea, "du sucre? one or two?" he asked her about the amount of sugar she wanted to put in the cup.

"Where's Adrian?"

"Get a friend of hers, in the lounge on the ninth floor, just for a second she said."

"You guys?"

"Three months ago," Aimee replied as she pointed out the ring that was on her ring finger.

"Well congratulations, didn't expect your relationship to surf this."

"Thank you, you know exactly how I fought. Ah finally Adrian can see my sincerity."

If heard carefully, the conversation between Ilham and Aimee is just plain trite conversation. The intonation is also quite sounding well even if heard from opposite angles. But when prejudice and conjecture rule the heart and mind, the ear cannot hear the conversation clearly.

Yuana's increasingly heated heart saw the familiarity of Ilham and Aimee was only filled with grunts and regrets for having accompanied Ilham to come to this beautiful and romantic place.

For the sake of not seeing Ilham and Aimee who were busy talking, Yuana turned her face somewhere, as long as not towards the two of them.

'What dream did I have last night, to be a mosquito like this. Why do I have to come here, he said meeting in fact ngedate. Huh Mas Ilham base, likes to be alone. Just last night said a future wife, now in a kayak gini. Huft. But if gini can be senewen as well.'

Until I realized that Ilham had been sitting nearby after putting a cup on the table.

"Drink the tea, still warm," the close-up voice of Inspiration certainly surprised Yuana, "you why? Not comfortable?"

"Why not, Mas," said Yuana quickly covered her awkwardness.

"Follow me," Invited Ilham while taking a cup and taking her walking to the terrace.

Inevitably Yuana follows Ilham, "Where is Aimee, Mas?" realize that they are just the two of them.

Inspiration did not answer, he walked forward to approach the pavilion terrace fence.

"Yes, it's beautiful, Mom. It is well worth our city being dubbed a tourist city. Take a look, Mas. The mountains and hills that surround this city can be seen clearly from here. Photograph me yes, Mas," said Yuana enthusiastically while handing over the phone that he had pressed the camera button.

Not Ilham had time to protest, Yuana was already seen posing beautifully with her left hand holding the fence and her right hand raised above the forehead, as if glare was looking at the distance.

Ilham was amazed to see the results of his portrait, just deserved Yuana asked for a photo. Landscape background scenery, a combination of mountains, sky, clouds and of course the main object in the photo is fused so that it looks very aesthetic.

The idea came to mind of Inspiration. He quickly walked to Yuana's back and aimed at the selfie camera and pressed the portrait button twice. With a big smile he sent some photos to his instant messaging app number.

He deliberately kept the phone out of the reach of Yuana's hand trying to grab it.

When the two ticks were embedded, he returned the phone, not to Yuana's hand, but put it into the outer pocket used by Yuana.

"Don't remove it, now look down," Ilham held onto Yuana's two shoulders and directed her towards the front of the fence where a ninth-floor rooftop garden was seen.

"Subhanallah... It's beautiful! On the ninth floor there is a beautiful flower garden. Uh but... Why is it so familiar, Mas?"

"As if you've seen it before?"

"Yes, like I've seen this exact landscape. But where are ya?"

"Want to take a closer look? After our meeting there. It won't be long. It looks like Adrian has arrived. Would you like to attend a meeting or just wait here?"

"If you just wait here, can you?"

Ilham smiled and nodded then went inside to see Adrian. Sure enough, the meeting of the two was not long. Adrian just delivered whatever he needed and Inspiration responded. For details of cooperation, of course, each assistant will complete it.

"La fille est la femme d'Ilham," Aimee whispered to Adrian telling her who the girl was in front of them as the three of them walked towards the porch approaching Yuana, after a meeting.

"Oui ah?" adrian's reaction was incredulous.

"Attends juste l'invitation," Aimee replied as she glanced at Ilham who apparently heard the chatter of her friend and business partner.

"S'il vous plait priez.. vite faith," Ilham deliberately followed Aimee's language so that Yuana did not understand that he replied 'pray, immediately', because he had not even expressed his feelings to Yuana.

Seeing Aimee and Adrian who join hands with the friend, a little guilt for having misinterpreted the closeness of Aimee and Inspiration earlier, even if only in the heart.

After speaking stale for a while, Ilham and Yuana also say goodbye to the reason of having to attend other important events. Otherwise, surely Adrian will hold them to stay even longer.

As promised to Yuana, Ilham invites Yuana to stop by the ninth-floor rooftop where there is a lounge just below the penthouse that Adrian occupied earlier.

Ilham ordered two gelato mini cups of the same flavor, then took Yuana to the flower garden they saw from the penthouse terrace.

"Surely, Mas, it's kind of familiar, but where is it? Where there are two parks built with the exact same landscape. But Yuana hadn't been here before either," Yuana still felt that she had seen the landscape of the garden exactly as they saw it today.

"You know why the pavilion you are in is closed from the outside view?"

"Astaghfirullah, yes, Mas! The old pavilion garden!"

"I would like to dedicate the garden to the girl of my dreams if we marry. Because the price of the penthouse is very expensive, is not building itself much better," said Ilham while spending his last mouthful of gelato.

"The Inspiration man was very romantic as it turned out," Yuana was like looking at the other side of the Ilham figure.

"And you are the one who broke all my dreams," muttered Ilham sadly considering that his dream of proposing to Yuana was thwarted by a friend who was asked to look after Yuana for her.

"Sorry, Mas. Yuana doesn't know, because as far as Yuana knows, the park is very unkempt and Ms. Fatma asks Yuana to create a new garden landscape."

Yuana felt very guilty and unkind to Inspiration, she thought hard how to make up for her mistake.

"Mas Ilham must be very angry and disappointed, Mas, because suddenly Mas Ilham's dream garden has been ruined."

"I was angry at first..."

"Yuana should be how to make up for it, Mas. Should I return it to how it was?" cut Yuana off in a panic.

"Married to me."

The sacred words that Inspiration had reserved many years ago, he could finally say even without planning at all.

Shaken Yuana heard the words of Inspiration, she tried to look at the face of Inspiration, looking for seriousness there. Lest this is just a continuation of their charade. Looking to the right and to the left, there was no one but a few people inside the lounge whom they were unfamiliar with, why continue to play?

"Marry me, Yuana Amalia," Ilham repeated with a sharp yet gentle gaze piercing into Yuana's heart.

"But..."

"You remember falling down when you were a kid?

"Kok Mas Ilham know?"

"You think?"

Yuana tried to remember the incident when she fell from the grass, hit someone and something soft and wet touched her lips along with blood dripping from her nose.

"That was my first kiss, Yuana," Ilham said as she looked at Yuana's reddened face holding back the embarrassment and blushing at the words of Inspiration just now.

"What does that mean, it's still snot, still SD, still small, why do you count first kisses? I didn't even notice it," Yuana grumbled, covering up her embarrassment and not accepting it as if she was the one accused of stealing Ilham's first kiss.

"But that little girl who was still snot was what motivated me to become a successful person while also dropping me into a very deep abyss."

Yuana's reddened face turned deathly pale, not understanding the meaning of Ilham's last sentence but enough to make her feel guilty. Is it because he changed the landscape of the garden owned by Ilham or fear there are other things that he did not know or did not realize?