Miss Your Hugs
Chapter 107
Elsewhere, Dion ceaselessly cursed. Because of his frustration with Erwin who told him to walk to the office.
The distance between the office and the restaurant was not far, I don't know why Dion was so upset with Erwin today.
Arriving at the office, Dion returns to his room first to retrieve his car keys.
After getting what was left in the room, he stepped back towards his parked car. Because this afternoon he has an appointment to fit clothes with his future wife.
While in the car, he felt the shakes of the phone in his pants pocket. Saw a foreign number calling him.
“Whose number is this?” muttered Dion astonished.
“Halo,” said after sliding the screen of his phone.
“Halo, Mr. Dion. Do you recognize my voice?” inside the phone.
“Who is this?”
“I Bagas. We just met this afternoon at Mr. Erwin.”'s office
“Oh Mr. Bagas. Any need do you contact me, it's past working hours?” ask Dion in a polite tone.
“Sorry to contact Mr. Dion outside of business hours. So look ... I thank you for Mr. Dion reminding me of my assistant. If my assistant Miranda is fired, will Mr Erwin cooperate with our company?”
Dion frowned, from where he found out if Erwin did not want to sign a work agreement, because there was Miranda.
“Sorry before Sir. We never mix personal affairs with work affairs, there are several procedures that make us unable to cooperate with the company Pak Bagas.”
“The problem of your assistant is.. I just remind you, be careful with it,” said Dion.
Because he felt concerned, if there were more victims of Miranda's actions.
“What is no chance for our company?”
“We'll talk about this tomorrow Sir. It's past the working hour limit, I close the phone again.”
“Iya sir.. thanks for the time.”
“Iya equally.”
They ended the phone call.
“Huft .. cape also turned out,” muttered Dion.
Then start the engine of his car and leave the office parking lot, heading for Nadia's apartment.
Before he arrived at the apartment, he had sent a message to his future wife to wait below.
Arriving at the parking lot, Nadia actually went downstairs to wait for him.
“Sorry baby, I'm a little late,” said Dion lowered his car glass.
“It's okay. I just got off,” said Nadia opened the car door.
“Where are we?”
“There is a boutique not far from here. She does make bridal clothes, I've seen her on my sosmed and her clothes are pretty-beautiful all.”
“Oh yes... alright princess, I will follow wherever you want,” god Dion.
Made Nadia blush in shame.
“Can aja...!” Chirps Nadia.
“I'm very nervous now, soon our wedding day,” said Nadia.
“Rileks..., nervous is natural, but do not stress. Calm your mind,” said Dion made Nadia feel given attention.
“Iya I'll work on.”
“Absolutely sister is not nervous?”
“Ne... ordinary only.”.
He was not aware of his words, making Nadia pout.
“Iya. My sister has been married before.”
Dion glanced at the face of Nadia who had a sullen face.
“That's my past. I told you, don't talk about the past,” said Dion coldly.
Nadia felt bad, because of her words just now.
“I'm sorry sis,” shrewd Nadia.
“Have... forget! Where's shop? Here there are some boutiques,” said Dion diverted the conversation to see the atmosphere is less conducive.
“Still far away,” says Nadia.
“Oh I think here,” said Dion chuckled.
“When is your Mom and Dad here?”
“Possible tomorrow or the day after. Dad is still busy with his work and still waiting for Brother also come.”
“Oh so.”
Almost half an hour looking for the boutique, take the streets of the afternoon are quite crowded. Eventually they arrived at the shop.
They walked into the shop, holding hands.
“You choose, I'll wait here.”
Pointing at the sofa that was inside, Nadia nodded.
He was helped by boutique women to see the wedding dress displayed in the boutique.
“This one is also good, the color is not too striking. I like,” said Nadia saw the shirt with Rose gold color.
“It fits perfectly with your white skin Miss.”
“Can I try it?” ask Nadia.
Seeing Nadia who was enthusiastic about seeing the clothes, there was a smile from Dion's ripe lips.
“Dion ..” greet someone. A voice familiar to Dion.
Dion turned his head towards the voice, how surprised Dion was to see someone he knew so well.
“Mama... Mama here?” greet Dion immediately stood up and kissed the hand of the woman he called Mama.
“How are you doing Nak Dion? For a long time we did not meet, even to communicate rarely.”
Dion invited the middle-aged woman to sit on the sofa.
“Sorry Ma, lately Dion is very busy.”
“How's Dad doing?” Ask Dion.
“Your father is fine. Currently still in Kalimantan.”
“What are you doing at Mama's boutique?”
Dion scrunched his forehead.
“Means... This is Mama's boutique?” ask Dion to make sure.
The middle-aged woman nodded.
“I'm with my future wife Ma. She was inside trying some bridal outfits.”
“Oh turns out you're married. Congratulations son, Mama is happy for you.”
The woman is the biological mother of his wife, Shamila. Up until now, their relationship was excellent, even considering Dion as their own son.
“If you don't mind, Mama should be present at Dion's wedding later.”
“Sorry, Mama can't attend. Mama can't explain it, you'll understand later. Mama just sent a prayer,” he said.
There was a sad look on the face of the Indian woman. But he tried to hide it.
“Iya Ma, I understand. I just ask for your blessing.”
“We will surely bless you, may you be happy.”
Dion nodded.
Their conversation came to a halt when Nadia called out to him.
“Kak... beautiful gak?” tanya Nadia came out in bridal attire.
Dion did not blink to see the beauty of his future wife, even without wearing makeup. However, her aura of beauty had already radiated.
“Kak..!” call again.
Dion immediately woke up.
“Hah, yes. It's very pretty,” Dion said reflex.
“What is your future wife? Isn't this Nadia, Pak Wijaya's son?” ask Miss Sharma.
Dion nodded.
“You are a matching couple. I just saw her face straight away, she's really very pretty.”
Dion just smiled, responding to the compliments made by the mother of his ex-wife.
After getting compliments, Nadia went back into the dressing room, to change her clothes that she was wearing before.
When she finished, Nadia came out of the dressing room.
He realized that the middle-aged woman who had spoken to Dion was Mrs Sharma, the mother of the late Shamila.
“Tante..” greet Nadia extend her hand.
“Hai Nadia. How are you?”
Nadia sat right next to the middle-aged woman.
“Good Aunt.”
“Alhamdullilah. Aunt hear you're getting married soon? Congratulations on your marriage,”, said Ms. Sharma congratulating.
“Iya thank you Aunt.”
“What did Nadia take that outfit earlier?” tanyakanya.
Nadia nodded.
“Iya Aunt. The design is very beautiful, I like.”
“It so happens that this boutique belongs to Auntie, and the design of the clothes you choose, it is the design of my late son, Shamila.”
To Nadia's surprise, he only found out if the owner of the boutique was Sharma's mistress.
“So... Think of it as a gift from Shamila for you.”
Made Dion swallow his saliva rough.
“But Ma ..”
“Mama does not accept rejection!” protest Mrs Sharma.
“Thank you very much Auntie," said Nadia.
After a long conversation, they say goodbye with a box containing a wedding dress, a gift from Miss Sharma for them.
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