
Ariana stepped foot quickly, heading towards the highway. The footsteps looked hurried, accompanied by the look of his panicked face.
He slightly advanced his position to the middle of the road, in order to see the taxi coming from the end there.
Pick up a taxi, but the disappointment he got, because it turns out there are passengers in it.
"Lord, give me a chance to meet my husband" he murmured, expectantly.
Once again he stopped a taxi, and as he was about to board, there was a middle-aged man who charged inside.
"Uncle, is it me who stopped the cab? why did you ride it," asked Alana, with a look on her face.
In the car, the man looked at Alana, pleading.
"Miss, Uncle believes you're a good woman. Uncle has important business. So Uncle please, let Uncle take the cab,"
"But Uncle, I have to.." Alana had not finished her time, the man who was estimated to be the same age as her stepfather, showing his own face, clenching his hands together, pleading with Alana."
"Okay Uncle, may God repay my kindness, which I did to you today." He said, with a hard face.
"Thank you Miss, you're not only beautiful, but also very kind. And driver sir, let's walk."
Once again he looked at the traffic of vehicles passing through the highway. And when he saw the taxi, Alana held him down. But again, the disappointment must be felt by the long-haired woman, when there is a taxi that just passes by, regardless of him who has tried to stop her, or some, anyway, there are passengers in it.
"Lord.., please let me meet my husband..?" He murmured, with more and more anxiety.
Looking at the taxi from a distance, with the courage of Alana standing in the middle of the road, regardless of her safety.
"Come on Alana. Remember, love needs sacrifice." He murmured with his eyes closed, for he was afraid.
"STOOPPP....!!" He shouted with his eyes closed very strongly, for fear that the taxi would hit him.
the taxi driver immediately stopped his car, with his head out through the window, he shouted at Alana.
"Hey Miss!! if you want to die?! don't make me hit you. I know the most famous suicide spot in this London town, and I'm sure you'll die instantly, while committing suicide there." Saying, annoyed.
Alana did not care what the beakbaya man said, she immediately approached the taxi, and was relieved when she did not find any passengers in it.
"Heeii Miss, why did you go inside?? didn't you want to crash yourself in this witness?"
"I'm not going to kill myself, Uncle? and take me to this apartment right now." Pinta Alana, by showing the small card.
"Well, I'm happy if what I think of you, it's Miss's fault?"
The rails of the waves look agitated when the taxi is speeding, bringing it to the intended address. The two fingers squeezed each other, channeling the anxiety in her increasingly becoming.
"Uncle, is it still far away?" Tanya Alana, when the taxi driver was driving the four-wheeled vehicle.
"A little bit more, have we reached Miss?"
Moments later, the car stopped at a building, which was towering.
"We've arrived Miss, and are you going to kill yourself in this place?" He asked, turning his back to look at Alana.
"Yes Uncle. And if I die, I'll go see you, because you've been kind enough to bring me here. And here's Uncle's money, just take the change." Alana said, by passing from inside the mobll.
****
The move looked hasty, as it stepped towards the skyscraper.
When she was inside, Alana immediately passed towards the elevator.
The look on his face was very agitated, because he felt that the elevator that led him to the 8th floor was very long.
"TING" The elevator door opens. Extending her steps, Alana walks towards the apartment, which is rented by Dave Hounston.
When she was in front of the door, Alana immediately pressed the doorbell of the apartment. But at once the hand floated in the air, while recalling Dave, who did not want to meet him at all.
"Have you, he didn't want to see me? so how, I can enter," he muttered, with a look of despair.
Overwhelmed, and Alana seemed to be thinking hard. Instantly an idea arose in him, when he saw a female service clening, who was on duty.
"Why love needs sacrifice so far, even I have to disguise myself as a cleaning service" he muttered, with a clear face.
He approached the young girl, who was cleaning the floor.
"Miss, can you help me?"
"Help me, Miss?"
"I really need this, your work uniform,"
"What's Miss for? if I give it to you later, what should I wear?"
"We'll change clothes. And I'll give you that money, a lot for your shirt."
"You're serious, Miss?" Asked the young girl, with sparkling bolamata.
"Well Miss, I, you." The answer, accompanied by a small nod.
****
Now Alana was standing at the door, and she ventured to push the bell.
"Who..?" Shouted the people inside, and Alana believed it was Daven.
"It's me, janitor sir..?" His answer, trying except his voice.
Daven looked at that face, from the monitor. And he found a woman wearing a service cleaning shirt, blocking her face, using a broom.
"Why should he use a broom to cover his face? is his face, too bad??" Daven muttered, directly opening the door.
The door opened, and Daven was so shocked when he saw his non-emoud.
"Miss you can't enter, sir doesn't want to meet!" By closing the door, Alana blocks him.
Finally there was an act of pushing each other, between the two.
"Dick secretary!! open the door, I want to talk to my husband?!"
"Sorry Miss, but you don't want to see you,"
"Daven, remember your master is still my husband.." With all the effort, open the door.
"Sorry Miss, this is Master's order...?" Still, trying to close the door.
Alana looks upset, finally the woman finds an idea that can make her go inside. He immediately bit Daven's hand, until it slipped out of the door.
"AAHHHH" cried Daven, enduring the pain on his hand.
"Miss! are you now, already a dracula?"
"Yes. I'm the dracula that's gonna kill you." Replied annoyed.
And where, your lord?"
"Young man, don't want to meet you."
"Tell me where is Daven, please? at least let me talk to him, before you leave for America." With a pleading gaze, she looked at her husband's secretary.
Seeing Alana's pleading gaze, Daven finally collapsed.
"We're leaving for America in an hour, and you're there." Daven said, pointing towards the corner of the room.
"Thank you Daven, you're the best." Alana answered with a slow step, in the direction appointed by her husband's secretary.
Alana walked slowly. The step felt so heavy, when she was approaching her husband.
And from a distance, he found a man wearing his casual clothes, and it was Dave.
"The cave.." Murmuring, slowly.
With a slow step filled with longing, she approached her husband there. As she got closer, Alana immediately inserted her hands together, hugging the man's body from behind.
Dave was so surprised, when there was a woman who hugged him. As she was about to take off, Alana made a sound.
"Dave..., I miss you, I miss you my husband..?" Murmuring, slowly.
"Wanna...?" Said the man, because he did not step back, it was Alan who hugged him.
"Is it me, Dave? and I am coming for you, "he answered, with tears already soaking his cheeks.
Dave immediately turned his back, looking at Alana's face deeply.
"Alana, you..., you came for me...?" Dave asked, making sure what he heard wasn't wrong.
Alana looked up at the handsome face in front of her, with tears flowing, as a result of the longing that tormented her.
"Yes, I'm coming for you, Dave? and I love you so much,"
Hearing that, how happy Dave was right now. Until he immediately grabbed his wife's body, immersed in an embrace, with his eyes already glazed.
"Say once more Alana, say it again. Just so I can be sure, this isn't a dream."
Alana begins to cry when she hears Dave's request, who wants to make sure it's real.
"I love you Dave..., I love you so much my husband..?" He answered, with tears that did not stop flowing.
Happy tears flowed from both corners of the businessman's eyes, while listening to his wife's expressions of love.
"Thank you, Alana, for loving me so much. And I, too, love you so much Alana.., love the mother of my two children so much."
The couple hugged each other more tightly, as if they did not want to be separated again. Put on a happy cry, after a long time harboring each other's feelings.