Possessive Companions

Chapter 97

As Darren suggests, Jiyo looks for an opportunity to apologize to Nita. From 6am, the man was in the car, not far from the apartment where Nita lived. Counted already 3 hours he waited, but Nita has not been seen out. According to the information Asya gave, every month exactly a holiday, Nita will visit the nursing home to see the old grandmother he helped. But, when the girl left, Asya did not know.

"He's not out yet either. Is this holiday not his schedule to go?" Guam Jiyo's. He slid his face into the steering wheel of the car. When he looked up again, coinciding with the emergence of Nita.

Jiyo's spirit is back on fire. After Nita's online taxi runs, Jiyo follows her.

"He has a car. Where's the car now?" Jiyo muttered as she continued to drive her car following Nita.

Jiyo stopped her car when the car Nita was riding stopped. The girl actually went to the nursing home.

Jiyo walked according to the path Nita passed. His steps came to a halt when he saw the scene before him. An old grandmother hugged Nita tightly.

"You're coming too, son. Grandma's been waiting for you. Grandma misses you."

The girl smiled in the grandmother's arms. "Nita misses grandma too."

"How's your mother doing? It's been a few months Grandma hasn't seen him."

"Mama's health has started to improve. A month ago, Mama went to Nita's apartment. But my mom didn't get to come here. Mama just send greetings to Grandma."

"It's okay. Tell your mother to focus on healing."

"Will Grandma see Mama now? We can see it through vidio's call." The old woman nodded with excitement. Nita leads him to a wooden chair under a shady tree. The girl then made a vidio call with her mother.

Jiyo continued to watch him from afar. "Said Asya, The old grandmother was the only one he helped. But, they are so familiar. Even Mama Nita was also familiar with the old woman. Their relationship is so close." Jiyo said, slowly. Seeing the happiness on the faces of the two women of different ages, Jiyo did not have the heart to ruin it now.

After the vidio call ended, Jiyo strengthened her resolve to approach Nita.

"Dame!"

The two women immediately looked up at Jiyo. The old woman looked confused. While Nita, her face instantly turned sour.

"Why are you here?" Nita looked at Jiyo. The girl who used to call him Jiyo's secretary, now replaced that call with 'You'.

"I want to talk to you."

"I don't have time." Nita Reply. The girl stood up and grabbed Grandma's hand. "Come, grandma! Let's just go in."

But Grandma did not flinch. It made Nita look at him with a frown.

"What's up, Grandma?"

"You talk to him. Grandma's going in by herself."

"Mr..."

"Son, if there's a problem, speak up. Don't quarrel. Every relationship has its obstacles. Don't ignore your boyfriend like this."

Nita glared at the Grandma calling Jiyo her boyfriend. "Mom, he's not..."

"Speak! Grandma come in first." The grandmother said, then hurried away. The old woman smiled at Jiyo.

After Grandma's departure, Jiyo came a little closer but Nita gave her some distance. "If you want to talk, just talk. No need to get any closer."

"alright." Jiyo. "I want to apologize about Poppy and Wenny. I'm..."

"Those who experience it. Apologize to them, not to me."

"But...,"

"I'm just a cousin who doesn't like his brother being played like that. Your apologies, nothing to do with me."

Nita immediately went to meet the Grandma. Not caring about Jiyo who was staring at him who started to move away.

"I think all women are easy to approach. But Nita, I think it's gonna be hard. But I don't seem to be giving up." Mumbled Jiyo.

***

Darren's car stopped at the Mall's parking lot. While holding his wife's hand, the man entered the mall.

"Honey, help pick a good one?" Asya looked at her husband's face that looked so cold. Not without reason. He was like that because he did not like to see the insolent views of men on his wife.

"Honey," Asya repeated when Darren did not reply.

"I'll help. But I don't really understand that." Darren let go of his grasp, and switched to embracing Asya's waist.

The woman looked back at her husband with a frown. The woman leaned slightly on Darren. "Dear, why is it like this? We saw a lot of people. Shame on!" Asya Whispe.

"Don't mind them!" Reply Darren.

Asya just sighed. However, her postal face immediately turned joyful as they arrived at the baby supply store. The woman walked away, even leaving Darren, entering the store. Darren could only shake his head at his wife's behavior.

"Darren?"

"You're Darren, right?" The woman smiled brightly and approached Darren. However, his steps came to a halt when he saw Darren's unfriendly cold look.

"I'm so glad to see you. Do you still remember me? I'm..."

"Darren, why are you still here?" Asya came over and immediately grabbed Darren's arm. The woman with her cute pouting face, looked at the husband.

"You who?"

The woman's voice made Asya look over. Kening Asya wrinkled confusedly. He did not know who the woman in front of him was. But, he felt familiar with that woman's face.

While the woman was, she smiled cynically at Asya. "Huh, it turns out you haven't changed, you love sticking to Darren." The cynic.

Asya glares. Not because of his words, but he remembered who the woman in front of him was.

"Yeah... Baby, I remember now. He's Dessy, who gave you a letter when we were kids."

Darren looked into his wife's eyes. He also remembers now. But, who told Asya about that?

"Curtain! You really are a shameless woman. After sticking to Darren, now you call him darling? Really cheap!"

Darren's jaw is hardened. There was a glint of anger in the man's eyes. He wanted to go to the girl and teach her a lesson. But, Asya's reaction made him stop his intention.

"I'm cheap?" Asya pointed at herself, then glanced at Darren. His sense of regret increased when Darren was only silent when he was cheaply talked about.

"Yes. You are cheap! What other name is a woman who likes to stick to men who do not like her other than cheap? You call him darling too." Her speech.

One by one the mall visitors on the floor began to be interested in Asya and Dessy fights. They began to gather to watch the war of the mouth.

"You know? Darren doesn't like you. He was forced to be your friend because your Papa was friendly."

"Oh yeah? Darling..."

"Stop calling him baby! You're really cheap!"

Everyone who was watching started clucking and whispering about Asya. But the woman did not care. All he wanted was to hear Darren defending him. However, all Darren did was shut up and look at Dessy.

"Darling..."

"Little woman!" Shake the woman again.

"Darling, do I look like a cheap woman?" Asya looked at Darren who was now also looking at her.

Darren hugged Asya's waist and then kissed her forehead in front of many people. "You're not a cheap woman. You're my woman." Darren said, so softly. Dessy was even flabbergasted at Darren's soft speech.

Asya turned to Dessy with a slanted smile on her aunt. "Now do you hear? I'm Darren's woman, not a cheap woman. And about our closeness just because of our father's friendship, you were wrong. Darren, he did it all for me. In fact, just one longing message I sent, was able to get Darren to cancel all his work and fly overseas to see me that day. Is that what you're saying a compulsion? Think of it!"

"You liar! Darren is so uncomfortable being so close to you!"

Asya smiled disdainfully. She looked at Darren while showing her cute face. Making Darren gulp his saliva.

"Darren, are you getting too close to your wife?"

Asya's words made Dessy glare. She did not expect Asya to be that crazy to Darren until she recognized herself as Darren's wife. Want him to caci maki Asya again. However, his intention came to a halt when Darren's voice was heard replying.

"Committed to you? I'm afraid you're leaving even for a second. How can I be so uncomfortable with you."

Dessy glared at hearing that. He shakes in disbelief. "No! No way! Darren, you used to really dislike him."

"I understand myself better than anyone else." Reply Darren with cold and sharp eyes. Even the people watching also felt the hostile aura that Darren showed.

"Oh yes, Dessy, if you don't believe in our marriage, you can confirm the truth in Yunanda Group and Grisam Group. Oh, my God, I forgot. Honey, where's your hand?" Asya grabbed Darren's hand. "This is our wedding ring. I'm sorry we didn't invite you back then."

"You..."

"Darling, let's just go home. I'm not in the mood to buy baby clothes anymore. Anytime." Darren nodded then took his wife away.

"Is he the son of the Grisam family? I'm sure she's from the Yunanda Group. The daughter of the Grisam family is still a student."

"Yes, you're right. The man is from the Grisam family. If not wrong, he is Darrel Alvero, a man whose name is famous for his beautiful paintings. He is rarely seen. Even in painting, only his name is heard. The guy didn't show up."

"How did you know?"

"I've seen him once in a painting race in C. And that's my luck. He's friendly. Didn't you see how he was with his wife?"

"Ck. You're both wrong! He's not Darrel Alvero, he's Darren Alvaro. He's the notorious CEO of Grisam Group. Don't you feel his hostile look at that woman?" Said a woman while pointing at Dessy who was still standing with a look of shock.

"How did you know?"

"I've read articles about the CEO of Grisam Group, starting from Ginanjar Grisam, Gara Emanuel Grisam and finally, Darren Alvaro Grisam. But, the article disappeared after two minutes I read."

"Oh my God, if your words are true, then she will have a hard time." Said a woman possessed by her friends.