My Beloved's Choice Woman

Important Documents?

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One month Zello was abroad. Longtime. It's a long time that Veron has felt.

The length of time did not meet, plus Zello left in a state of anger. Wouldn't that further erode Zello's taste for her?

Hah, Veron smiled smirkily. This is the marriage that he had long dreamed of.

***

The happy news that made Veron restless. Zello will be back today. Somehow Veron should have felt as a wife. Left for a long time without commonation, who will not be disappointed.

Now, Veron is leaning on the headboard. After lunch, he decided to take a break in his room.

"Miss." The voice of the servant accompanied by a knock on the door.

"Yes." Yeah."

"You were told to go out by the Lord to welcome Mr. Zello home."

"But Mr. Zello doesn't need my welcome" Veron said spontaneously. Even so he got out of bed. Reflected at a glance, staring at his appearance in the mirror.

"Leave it this way," Veron muttered indifferently with his appearance.

Veron tidied his hair that began to be long with his comb, not forgetting to wear perfume and powder and liptint. His intention was enough to tidy up his hair, somehow his heart continued to demand to do all that.

Finish getting Veron out of his room. Join Hanif who is already in the living room.

"Grandfather" said Veron once there.

"Sit down! Let's just wait here. Grandpa, I think Zello's gonna be there soon."

Veron commented on the thin smile, his chest beating faster from being too agitated or too happy. I don't know, Veron doesn't understand what he's feeling right now.

Fifteen minutes into the wait, a luxurious car that he was very familiar with got into the courtyard and stopped right in front of the door. And immediately opened the car door with the follow-up foot level Host who had been waiting for.

Brakkk's. The door closed perfectly, leaving Zello momentarily silent in place.

Nothing has changed about Zello. A firm, well-made face makes Zello very charismatic.

"Sir," Zello said, hugging Hanif. He sits in the family room. Veron, who had been standing, sat down.

There was only a chatter of two voices. Veron chose silence, not daring to speak. The fact that Zello for a month seemed like a punishment for Veron, which made him never forget, as well as realize his position for Zello now.

After a little chat, Hanif told Zello to rest.

"Zello rest first, Cake," said Zello.

"Yes rest! You've been working so hard. You must be tired."

Zello's feet swung out of the room leaving Hanif and Veron there.

"Son, you go with your husband to the room!"

Veron was stunned at his seat, though he eventually nodded with a small smile following Hanif's orders.

Zello who has gone first certainly makes it a few steps in front of Veron. Veron himself stepped slowly, not intending to line her husband's steps. Choose to keep walking behind him by giving distance. It felt like Veron wanted to immediately rush to hug Zello's sturdy back, but his heart shrank, not ready to get rejection again and again from Zello.

Zello was gone from sight, while he was still on the steps, while Veron looked back. The absence of Hanif below made Veron quickly climb the stairs, immediately entering the room. But not his room. Except the guest room.

Veron chose to be alone, sitting on the bed. Busy yourself with his phone for a while to eliminate the need.

Fifteen were already Veron in the guest room, it felt like that was enough. Veron pocketed his phone and got out of bed quietly.

There was no sound of activity in front of the room that made Veron open the door, slowly exiting from it. Veron's eyes glanced at his room at a glance that was slightly open.

***

"You don't rest too, son." said Hanif who was about to enter his room.

"Not Cake. Lilie's there's a need with Dahlia."

"Oh, okay. Grandpa wants a break too."

"Yes, Cake."

Upon reaching Dahlia's room, Veron knocked on the door. It was Dahlia lying on the bed. Seeing Veron's arrival, Dahlia spontaneously got off the bed.

"Miss what is necessary? Why don't you just call?"

"I'm going to play in your room."

Dahlia is pensive, considering that Zello is home but the nonanya instead enters her room. Makes Dahlia sure that the lady and the master have not gotten along yet.

"Here you are, Miss! Please sit!"

Dahlia invites Veron to sit on her bed. As Veron's eyes sat down, he looked at Dahlia's simple room. Simple but neat. There was a wide, white cloth perched near her seat.

"That's my name, miss."

Dahlia. Veron nodded with a faint smile. "Good," said Veron.

"Mm, miss do you need anything? I'll get you some fruit, right? Or maybe make some juice."

"There's no need I just need a place to rest, as well as a chatting friend."

"Ah whatever it is, Miss. But, Miss, I'm good at scolding," bargained Dahlia.

"Well, you really are the daughter-in-law of dreams."

"Hehe could have, Miss. Later if I have in-laws, Dahlia will be incandescent every day."

"Just head, Dahlia," Veron's pinta.

"Ah, okay." Dahlia sat behind Veron. Gentle pressure on the head of nonanya.

"What a son, I think I'll fall asleep if it continues like this" Veron said.

"Ah, is that okay. Dahlia won't be strong enough to move Miss later."

"Let me sleep here."

"Ah, I don't think I'm e-boy."

Dahlia who was looking at Veron glanced at her phone that was ringing.

"Who? Just pick it up first is no problem" Veron said.

"Ah, this is from Umi."

Dahlia stared at the screen of her phone, "Miss, I picked up for a moment huh."

"Hm."

Already getting permission from her nona, Dahlia a little away from Veron to be free.

"Waalaikum salam" said Dahlia. Dahlia was silent for a while, listening intensely to the other person.

"What ta'aruf," cried Dahlia. Dahlia who was aware of her voice that filled the room instantly silenced her mouth.

"How can Umi. Dahlia is not familiar with Haji Saleh's son, let alone likes. How can."

Dahlia was silent for a long time, focused on listening to the words from the phone.

"All right, Umi."

Finish talking on Dahlia's phone back where Veron is sitting.

"I'm no stranger to the word ta'aruf Dahlia."

"Eh, yes Miss. Ta'aruf it's two people's efforts to get to know each other with a definite purpose, which is marriage."

"You're in the lamar?" ask Veron seriously.

"Well, what's the right word?!" Dahlia's Mumbles.

"Then how are you?"

"Because you haven't?! If you say yes. It's the same way you belong to someone."

"Mm, yes it seems so, Miss."

"You familiar? Interested?"

"Ta'aruf shouldn't be attracted to each other I, Miss. The important thing is that we know who is good with us. Love will come with time. Said Umi, Miss, said Umi," said the chaotic Dahlia. Because actually Dahlia is hesitant to accept good intentions from people who have just visited her parents' house. But Uminya's words still ring well. From the top expressed good intentions by inviting ta'arufan with his family. For the villagers, it was a tempting offer.

"Miss, didn't Miss get married without love."

"Yes, and it turns out all." said Veron.

"Ah, it's not good. The proof is that Miss and master quarrel do not get along," Ceplos Dahlia. "Eh, sorry Miss."

"No problem. That's because there's no introduction at all. Different from you, right? Especially the one who called your own family. It means it's from family to family" said Veron.

"Yes, Miss is right. I don't know, I was given a week to think about it." Dahlia sighed.

"Dahlia I'm sleepy, let me sleep here huh."

"Serious lady?"

"Yes. I'm already so sleepy." Veron yawned a few times. He was very sleepy, in addition to sleeping hours, but Dahlia massage was very comfortable.

"All right, Miss."

****

Veron who had just entered his room was immediately fixed with Zello who was giving small touches to his make-up tools that were on the dressing table.

Zello, still unaware of Veron's presence, stared at his wife's small objects.

The deep gaze that Veron saw, but did not dare Veron conclude.

Veron's move past Zello made Zello gasp.

Veron who wanted to take a bath focused on taking her clothes in the closet. Without a word of stale bosa to Zello, she stepped into the bathroom.

****

After a long time of not having dinner together, now Zello can be present again in their midst.

"Lilie eat a lot! Now your face is very thin" Hanif said.

"Yes, Cake."

While Zello glimpsed the face of Veron who was next to him. The same appearance and fragrance, remained beautiful in Zello's eyes. It's just that Veron's face was a little thin before he went to Singapore.

Veron was done with his meal, as indeed he only scooped up a little rice.

Feeling hesitant to leave the dining table first, Veron took the initiative to enjoy the fruit that was there. Enjoy the fruit regardless of the others, especially Zello.

****

Not tired it feels Zello to continue to observe the face of his wife who is sleeping soundly. Paras ayu, a sharp nose, and lashes that are flattening to perfect the physical.

A beautiful yet tyrannical face, Zello's hands are stretched out to touch. Gave a gentle swipe on his wife's face.

"Is it because of me? Am I too heavy to punish you?!"

"Zello... "Murmurm Veron. Veron's eyes opened weakly with a furrowed forehead. A moment Veron turned his body, again welcoming his dream.

A sense of haru spread in Zello heard his wife say his name, although only delirious .

***

"Let's go to the office!" pamit Zello before closing the car door. His eyes stared in the shade at his wife's face.

'For what?' inner Veron.

inner Veron.

***

Very comfortable weather accompanied Hanif and Veron who were chatting together in the park. The breeze with the timid sunlight gave a comfortable warm feeling. Like the character Hanif.

"You saw grandfather without blinking." Say Hanif with a small melt.

"Grandfather is very handsome even though he is not young."

"Luckily grandfather is old, if still young Zello will lose competitiveness."

"Yes, of course," said Veron with a small laugh.

"Excuse me, Big Master. There's an important document, " said the waiter who just arrived.

"important documents? No one's telling me."

The brown map in hand was slowly opened on its own by Hanif.

"Big Master" said Zico. He was not far from Hanif.

"Zico, does anything matter?"

"Actually the boss asked me to ask for a company report stored at home."

"Oh yeah, take a minute." Hanif gave the code to Beni to push his wheelchair. It's Zello's first day at the office after he left for Singapore. Making yesterday Hanif often to the office, and also bring documents home that if important.

Zello swiftly followed Hanif to speed up his time.

"Zico" said Veron.

"Yes." Yeah."

Veron followed Hanif.

"You're a muslim, right?"

"Yes, Miss. Why?"

"Know ta'aruf?"

Zico's forehead wrinkled, "do you mean?"

"Dahlia wants to be invited to ta'arufan, with the son of her parents' best friend," whispered Veron.

Zico stared for a moment, looking at Veron's serious face.

"Ziko!" call Hanif.

"Yes, sir." Zico stepped wide, following Hanif who entered his room. Hanif gave the documents he had checked first.

"Thank you, sir."

"Hm."

"Before, who knows, this too must be brought to the office." Hanif opened the map he had just received. Take it and see it.

"Ah." Hanif whimpered in pain, the map he had just opened came off his hands. Holding his sore chest. Hanif's eyes narrowed and slowly closed.

"Big Master!" Screeched Zico.

"Grandfather!" veron said in shock.

"I'll take him to the hospital." Zico grabbed Hanif's body from the wheelchair.

With teary eyes and chest beating fast with anxiety Veron also stepped wide. But just a few steps Veron stopped, his feelings were uncomfortable. He ran into Hanif's room. Pick up the map lying on the floor.

Veron's eyes whizzed, his tears shed. Photos of him and Zein.

With tears in his eyes Veron squeezed and tore the photo. Throw it rough into the trash.

Veron's heart is fragile and afraid. But Veron also could not calm down to see Hanif's condition. With sobs Veron ran after Zico and Hanif.