
A week later.
Meanwhile, on the other hand, since he was held in prison, Leo entrusted the collection of money of the debtors to Mr. Marsan.
The leech man threatened to tell police about the whereabouts of Mr. Marsan who lives in his house if he did not obey all orders from him.
Mr. Marsan also agreed on several conditions, in addition to not divulging his existence to the police, he also wanted to use some percent of the profits from the success of his bill to the debtors.
Leo agreed to Mr. Marsan's greedy wishes, but he also had to promise to be loyal to him and serve all his wishes while still in the holding cell.
Mr. Marsan and Leo have been allies, equally committed to each other's loyalty.
But when Mr. Marsan found out Lovely had married a rich man, he turned his brain again.
He grinned faintly and intended to leave Leo's home to return to his old family.
"Leo's in jail, the money here is up. For what I've been here for so long, he's been in prison for so long and there's no power to ensnare me. Besides, my debts have also been repaid by my rich daughter-in-law" muttered Mr. Marsan.
The parasitic man rubbed his hands and licked his lips as usual, greed for treasure made him a shameless man.
As of now, he was in front of his wife's own Love's Florist flower shop, which had been enlarged and expanded by the Prince.
Mr. Marsan entered the flower shop and prostrated himself at the feet of his wife, begging for a return.
"Darling, forgive me for leaving you and for being rude to you all this time" sobbed Mr. Marsan at his wife's feet.
"Why did you come here, aren't you a fugitive cop now?" Diana's mother turned her face away.
"I've been released, baby, and I want to come back to you so I can fix the mistakes I made with you in the past. Please allow me to return. I want us to refer to it," replied Mr. Marsan with a million tricks.
Diana's mother grieved at her ex-husband's bad deeds. He would never forget, let alone forgive her.
"I don't want to forgive you much less accept yourself back to my side, I know you came here and asked me to refer you because Lovely is married to a big corporate heir and that way you can extort and take advantage of my son-in-law's fortune. I know everything and I'm sure you came here just pretending to apologize, too" Diana's mother replied that she already knew the vices of her ex-husband.
Pal Marsan clenched his hands tightly and was still in his prostrate position. "Darling, I admit I was wrong and have done a lot of bad. But believe me, I've changed. I promise to make you and our children happy" he begged back.
Diana's mother stood up and removed Mr. Marsan from both kakinha. "Get out of here, I'm not looking to see you anymore!" command refused.
"Dear, trust me. I've changed give me a chance to fix everything. I promise I won't bother Lovely and our married daughter-in-law, I just want to make you and Ron happy." Mr. Marsan sobbed bitterly to convince his ex-wife to believe.
But Mother Diana turned her face so as not to see the tears of the crocodile Mr. Marsan who was begging to return.
The pain of abandonment as well as betrayal and domestic violence during the household first, solidified her determination not to accept her ex-husband back into her life.
"Go away I don't want you to go back to my life or to our children, I've rounded up the lead I'll never want to reconnect with you again. Now go before I call the local security!" firmly Mother Diana as she pointed at the exit of her shop.
"I know you still love me and I still love you Diana. I'll come back here for you, until you accept me to come back into your life and build our new home," reply Mr. Marsan then came out of the flower shop while showing tears of his culture.
While Diana's mother cried again, how could she forget the crimes of her ex-husband in the past.
...***...
Not long after Mr. Marsan left the flower shop, Diana's mother suddenly arrived an uninvited guest.
"Mr Dira you came here, which flower would you like? Let me choose for you," said Mother Diana as she wiped away the remains of her tears.
"Wait for Miss Diana, did you just cry?" ask Mr. Dira to see this.
Diana's mother shook her head. "Ah no, this is my eye sprayed with water while watering the flower earlier," he replied lying.
"Oh, I thought you were after crying. Because your eyes are a little reddened" replied Mr. Dira.
"Forget about me, what do you want to buy? Loyal customers should not feel disappointed in my store," said Diana's mother shifted the conversation.
Mr. Dira shook his head. "No, today I don't want to buy flowers, just want to tell you something."
"Give me something, what is it?" ask Diana's mother.
"Lovely and the Prince are coming home from their honeymoon tonight and I invite you home for dinner together" replied Mr. Dira.
Diana's mother smiled happily, at least her sadness today was slightly reduced when she got the happy news about her son-in-law who had just returned home for her honeymoon.
"Alright Mr. Dira, I will come to your house" Mother Diana replied
"Alright, then I have sent you a message and now I have to go back to work" replied Mr. Dira then walked to the door.
"Thank you for coming to give me this good news and for inviting me to dinner with your family" Mother Diana replied slightly bowing her body.
"Don't feel that way, we're a family now. You and I have known you for a long time, let's just say that I'm still your friend as always. Don't forget to take Ron with you and bring my daughter-in-law's favorite flower bouquet order for her later huh," said Mr. Dira.
Diana's mother smiled and nodded. "Well, I will not forget all your messages to me" he replied.
"Hem, nice! I have to go back, say hello to Ron, "said Mr. Dira.
"Be careful, thanks for stopping by."
"Together."
Mr. Dira came out of the flower shop and stared at the red roses on the outskirts of the store. He also let out a long sigh, because every time he saw a red rose he would definitely be reminded of his ex-wife.
"Rosa, if you were still by my side. You will definitely feel happy when you see our son has found his partner," muttered Mr. Dira before finally getting into the car and passing away.
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