Married Young to a CEO

The past is unforgettable

The wedding atmosphere is over, and Devian doesn't want a honeymoon anywhere. He decided to go to his private house on the edge of town. Devian who feels he is currently bored should continue at home. He is eager to go out looking for entertainment outside rather than having to bode alone with people he does not love at all.

Why should I be at home? This part of the marriage is just to keep her from being humiliated in public. And only for sister and for Salsa. Muttering Devian, who had just finished taking a bath, she grabbed the jacket over her bedroom sofa, walking out in a hurried step. While wearing his jacket.

"Where are you going?" asked Adelina, who had just brought some food for her.

"I want to go out" he replied without looking at Adelina.

"Come, we'll eat first. I've brought you some food" said nervous Adelina.

"I'm not hungry!" answer Jutek Devian, then leave Adelina alone. Without waiting for an answer from Adelina.

"But...." Adelina raised her hand, as if to prevent Devian from leaving.

Felt in Devian's cuekin all day. Adelina could only shut up, and still try to smile. He knows that his love is not for himself. But he was very confident that he would definitely get the Devian voice later on. Although the heart feels torn to marry someone who does not consider it at all, loves it, even glances at it do not want to.

Maybe this is a new challenge for him, in order to get Devian's heart completely for him. Although it took a long struggle.

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Adelina brought her food back down to the kitchen. He left food for Devian in the dining room so that when he came home hungry, he could eat right away.

"Well.. I better put it here" said Adelina, smiling faintly. Then go to his room.

Adelina rushed to take a shower.

"I'd better take a dip, get rid of this thought." Adelina muttered as if without any burden on her mind, entering into the bathtub soaking her body.

On the other hand, Devian went to a very quiet place, a lake where he first met Angel. He was sitting on a chair by the lake looking at the beautiful scenery there.

It's been a few months since Angel's departure, she feels like she can't forget it. Almost had time to give up because he had forgotten too long in his heart.

Devian raised his head, with his back resting on a chair staring at the sky so bright, with the beautiful view of the moon and the beets so much scattered in the sky.

"Angel! You must be happy there? But do you know I'm now forced to marry someone I never loved at all." murmured Devian.

Tired of sitting, he walked along the riverbank, looking at the river view while reminiscing about his past.

#Flash back's

An attractive woman, she looks simple and beautiful from the side. This time I was interested in women. Devian murmured, took a deep breath and walked over to a woman sitting by herself.

"Hi.." a handsome man walked over to the woman who was busy with his paintings. He sat staring at the lake, painting on canvas.

"Hi too," he replied kindly, without looking at the man.

"Can you sit here?"

"Please! This is a public place, anyway,"

"Emmm.. Yes," Devian was feeling very nervous. It was the first time he had ever been close to a woman in his entire life. "What are you busy with?" he asked and sat next to him.

"Hmmm... I'm painting the scenery around" he replied. "Yes, what do you think my painting is, how?" the woman turned her head quickly, making thin strands of her long hair fly everywhere. Covering her pretty face.

The deg!

His heart beats faster than usual. Staring clearly at his face, made him only be able to gulp in admiration.

"Why you?" asked the woman to flick her hand in front of Devian's face.

"Eh.. Yes, sorry! You're too pretty" Devian nervously replied, scratching her back head that wasn't really itchy.

The woman squinted her eyes in wonder.

"What did you say?"

"Emmm... It's okay, forget it," replied Devian looking for an excuse. "Yes, whose name are you?" Devian extended his hand forward. And was quickly responded by the woman.

"I'm Angel!!" he answered with a face full of his home smile.

"Angel, what a beautiful name. As beautiful as his face,"

Angel chuckled, "You could have," she replied in embarrassment. "I've been a regular gombalin woman, huh?" Angel refocused with the canvas that was filled with a very beautiful picture there.

"No, it was the first time I spoke to a woman this close" Devian blushed in embarrassment.

Angel laughing. "Haha. Where there are now men who cannot talk this close to women, let alone handsome men like you. There must be a lot of women flirting."

"So I'm handsome?" ask Devian enthusiastically.

Angel shut her mouth that she could somehow talk to him like that.

"Forget it" Angel said, switching the conversation. He closed the mulu

"Good color combination, and your painting is also good,"

"Yes, but this I'll put here, as a memento if I've ever been here. And I've engraved it with my name" said Angel. "Yes, what's your name? I'll carve it here, too,"

"I'm Devian! But it doesn't matter if it's not my painting you write my name too"

"No problem!" The answer is friendly with a smile.

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"Good painting" Devian, awakening from his daydream, stood staring right under the big tree beside his seat. The painting is still there and has been buried under thickets.

"This painting will be our history, the history of our love and encounter" said Devian, taking the painting, wiping the ground against it.

Devian's fingers, rubbing every shape of the painting. Angel's face as she smiled.

"Angel do you know? If you smile sweetly you still imprint in my mind and heart. I can't forget it" he said, hugging the canvas tightly.

There were no tears suddenly coming out of his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I am. I can't make you happy yet. I-i'm sorry! I was too stupid to let you go. I still love you Angel, I still love you. Now and forever. Don't ask me why I can't forget you. Since you have been bound in my body, your soul has become one with me. And your name has been imprinted on my heart and my picture" explained Devian, wiping the canvas back, until the teardrop slowly fell right on the white canvas with pictures of the lake and the surrounding scenery.