I'm Grabbing your Husband Candidate

The Starting Point of Their Good Relationships

...CHAPTER 35...

...The Starting Point of Their Good Relationships...

"Whatever it is, I hate it. You knew?" Silvia turned her head, her eyeballs twitching fixedly at the man who was now her priest. Devan saw there were glasses that accumulate turbid in Silvia's beautiful eyeballs.

"He_was the one who caused my father's death. He and the best friend I ever loved. They both betrayed me once, and ruined my good name. Because of them my father died hating me.." - He cried out in a trembling voice.

His shoulders shook violently withstanding the tightness in his chest. Indeed, Silvia is not strong if it continues to harbor sadness even though it has been a long time. But the bitter taste was still felt in his life. His cry broke out instantly, making Devan feel the bitter life that Silvia had experienced first.

Devan was stunned his eyes joined in tears, his heart was full after hearing the pain that Silvia experienced in his lifetime with his ex. Soon he reached for his handkerchief in the pocket in his suit, because he could not bear to see the tears of Silvia who continued to pour out soaking both cheeks white and smooth.

"Wear this." he said, giving Silvia a handkerchief. "Remove your tears. Don't cry anymore what happened, and for the loser man I'm sure one day he will definitely get the right reward. Never waste your life with grief that will only make your own situation worse, Silvia... Rise up and apologize to God, and ask forgiveness for your parents who came back to Him first..."

Devan smiled wistfully by giving a little injection of spirit to Silvia. Since the first time I met Silvia, to be honest this was the first time Devan had seen her crying without making up. That was because he often saw the silliness that Silvia had, making him think that the woman next to him did not have a severe problem in his life. But it turns out that his guess was a big mistake. Silvia did that, only to cover up all the sadness as well as the wounds that continued to linger in her heart.

"Thank you Mas.." he said softly, still letting out a small stuffing on his lips. Silvia quickly wiped her wet cheeks with Devan's handkerchief.

"Actually, where's your hometown from?" suddenly, Devan closed his eyes for a moment. Ah, it was a shame when he asked that to the woman who had become his rightful wife.

It had been almost four months of living under one roof with the woman sitting beside him, but he had never known or asked about her. Where was his hometown born? Does Silvia still have relatives? Devan is not a good husband to his wife. What because maybe, Devan is too concerned about his relationship with Cathrine, so he is afraid of losing the lover he has been adoring.

Devan then fooled himself inside while slowly tapping his forehead with a two-fingered fist.

"My birthplace in Bogor. If you have time off work. Will you accompany me there? I miss seeing the graves of my parents. Also my parents' house even though now it's no longer mine... I miss my childhood there." said Silvia, who was still at home staring softly at the front of the big glass, her eyes glaring deep into the bright blue sky in the morning before noon.

"Bogor?!" Devan frowned slightly surprised.

Silvia nodded slowly. "Yes Bogor." she replied again.

Isn't Bogor also the birthplace of Cathrine? muttered Devan in his heart. Why is it such a coincidence? Don't they both know each other? Ah that's impossible?! Again many strange preconceptions sprung up in his mind Devan.

Silvia turned to her husband waiting for an answer from him.

"How about, you want to accompany me to my hometown?" pinta Silvia again who now had her black eyes fixed Devan's face slightly stiffened.

Devan nodded awkwardly. "Ah yes yes, I will try to find time to be able to accompany you there." he replied with a faint smile.

"Thank you very much, for your understanding and concern for me." said Silvia with an ever-expanding smile.

Devan nodded slowly as he continued to think and wonder in his heart, which was now blank on the floor of the room. Then half leaned forward, clenching two palms under his chin with elbows that he placed on his thighs.

I'm sure, right now Mas Devan is wondering in his own mind. Why would Cathrine and I come from the same town? Let's keep thinking, 'Come, open the eyes of your heart. You should know who Cathrine really is...? silvia murmured in her heart, hoping Devan would know for himself without Silvia revealing again.

Devan breathed deeply. Then glanced at the clock on the wall of his room.

"Ex, Silvia... It seems, I can't keep you here long. I have an important meeting in half an hour. You okay if I leave it for a few hours?" devan asked a little worried about having to leave his wife alone in the room.

Silvia nodded no problem. "It's okay. I'm used to being alone."

"Yes, but remember you don't go anywhere! Finish the meeting so I can take you home!" devan's orders, until it was printed, there was clearly a look of anxiety on his face.

Silvia nodded again blushing, without having him ask first. But Devan understood what he wanted. Good, that means Silvia no longer has to be brought home by Andy.

"Oh yes, if you are hungry you can order food with Indri. He's Papa's secretary here. The room is outside the door of this room. He's a friendly guy. Let me tell him later if you want to need anything." again.

Silvia gave her smile again, this was the first time Devan had paid more attention to her. This may be the starting point of their good relationship.

"Yes, you don't have to worry about me. Yes, you've gone to the meeting room! Later awaited with Papa you know there.." said Silvia reminded again.

Devan nodded doubtfully then moved up and approached the door, his hand reaching for the door handle but before opening it, Devan turned back to look at his wife.

"But promise me, you're not going anywhere?!" the message, which reminds me. Devan is really worried in case Silvia will meet Andy again without his knowledge.

Silvia raised her head to look at Devan at the door. Then shake in annoyance.

"Yes promise! I'll wait for you here until your meeting is over." he said, reassuring Devan. Devan blushed his smile.

"All right, let me go first." he said again. Then Devan actually opened the door and left Silvia alone there.

Just be careful if I find out you're in a daze going out and secretly meeting that crazy loser again? I will punish you, Silvia. Devan grumbled with anxiety in his heart. Somehow he didn't like it if the new driver kept getting close to Silvia.

Devan rushed towards the meeting room. But before that, he called someone he trusted to help him find information about Andy.

"I'm waiting to hear from you!" his orders firmly.

Then hang up his phone again while staring cynically at Andy who is not far from him. There Andy seemed to be engrossed in talking with one of the employees at his Papa's company.

"Prince Sir.." said Andy, and Devan just put on his flat face without replying to Andy's greeting.

After Devan entered the elevator and was not seen again. Andy snorted violently.

Maybe your life is now above me far away. But we cannot guess the fate of a person in the future. After you marry Cathrine, then I will definitely drain all your wealth little by little until you no longer have anything in your life, Devan Alvandra....

****

A few hours later. The meeting was finally over. Devan rushed into the room to meet his wife. Prepare to take her home. But when he entered, he was a little surprised to see Silvia who had fallen asleep on the sofa he was sitting on, while hugging the cellphone in her hand on the stomach.

So Devan looked at the snacks on the table that were a little scattered Silvia's food container, then tidied up and closed it again tightly the package of snacks into an empty jar.

Afterwards Devan again stared at the goal on Silvia's shady face. Devan admits, Silvia is getting more beautiful with the hijab she wears. Contrast with her pure white face. Like there was a beam of light shining on his natural face without make up.

Is this what he is called in the world? muttered Devan in his heart. His lips turned thin, indeed Devan began to enjoy the changes Silvia lately. Graceful and beautiful are only two words that are embedded in his heart now for the figure of Silvia, the tomboy girl.

Devan slowly stretched out his fingers over Silvia's head, to fix her slightly exposed hijab to reveal a few hairs on her forehead. But the movement of his hand even made Silvia wake up from sleep. Until Devan pulls his hand again and hides it behind, in shock.

"Mas, is the meeting over? Why didn't you wake me up from there?" his agony quickly sat down while allowing his clothes and hijab that was not neat.

"Em, I was just about to wake you up. But, you have woken up first." denied Devan, by slightly turning his face red, embarrassed.

"Oh, yes, let's go home!" Silvia rushed to get her bag on the table, then put the phone she had been holding into it.

"Yes come on.." nodded Devan.

Then the two stood up and left the company. Before riding the car. Silvia asks Devan to take her first to the supermarket.

"For a moment, no more than two hours! You also never let your wife go out like this." whine again.

Devan breathed a heavy and long sigh, but in the end he nodded according to his wife's invitation.

"Well, that's dong..."

Silvia widened her smile happy, finally she can feel the streets alone with Devan even though only shopping for kitchen needs.

At first they both look awkward with this unusual togetherness. But over time with nature they can adjust themselves. On the sidelines of choosing vegetables and fish to buy, the two argue small to defend their likes. But in the end they buy everything they like. Laughter and laughter accompanied their every step. The awkwardness earlier and the cold attitude they used to have now seemed to disappear unceremoniously.

"Silvia.." call Devan, after the two of them are done shopping for kitchen necessities. Want to walk up to Devan's car that was stuck in the parking lot.

"Hem?!" Silvia looked back. Raising her two eyebrows looked at her husband.

"I_ apologize to you." she said a little stammering.

"I'm sorry, about what?" Silvia frowned, question mark.

"Soal~ is a delinquent who bothered you that night. I regret all my actions. Sorry~ I shouldn't have done that to you. My actions are unforgivable..." Devan lowered his head guiltily and stopped his steps in front of Silvia while holding the two large bags of groceries in his hand tightly.

Silvia widened her eyes. Then she smiled mischievously looking at her husband who was still down in shame. "Emm... How about? If it's about that, anyway..." Silvia then put both hands in front of her chest, then squinted her eyes while thinking. "I'll excuse you, as long as there are conditions!" he said firmly.

Devan raised his head slightly flabbergasted. "Condition?! Alright what are your conditions for you to forgive me." he asked excitedly.

"The terms are two." asks Silvia again.

"What's that?!" devan asked, whose face looked serious.

"First you must be willing and ready if I want to go for a walk and eat out with you." he asked.

Devan frowned, slightly weighing the conditions of Silvia's first request. "Okay, no problem. Aren't you my wife, so it's only natural that we go out alone." nodding Devan as he sighed deeply. "What is the second condition?" ask again.

"Then the second_" Silvia paused her words while thinking, then slowly stepped closer to her husband, who was now in their position next to Devan's pajero.

"The second is... You'll never divorce me..."

Devan widened his eyes surprised by the second condition request from Silvia, which was precisely his main goal with Cathrine that he had forgotten.

Seriate...

Will Devan meet Silvia's second request?

Like and comment on the story... Let the author of the spirit. Which is unfav... Thank you so much for your momentary visit. May other readers remain faithful... ( ╹▽╹ )(≧▽≦)(≧▽≦)(≧▽≦)

Make readers come who like can stop by this story..