Red Rose-Love In Three Countries

RR2 Household Life

Red Rose Season2: Husband Wife

True love is not about the first love, but about the one who endures to the end.

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SOUTH KALIMANTAN, INDONESIA.

A little boy was learning to walk, he seemed to be in a hurry to approach the mother, who was waiting for her from side to side.

"Come on Humair, a little more."

The boy looked delighted, having almost reached the mother. The smile of the little angel bag, made every eye that looked at her to be pleased and adored her. Even misses her whenever she does not find her existence.

"Gee... Humair we're getting good at walking huh? Ih.. its gaunty."

Asih walked over to the boy who was hugging his mother's leg. Pinched the squash onto those two adorable cheeks.

"Asih, tumben's here, what's up?"

"Ah... Sari, there has to be a reason first, can I come here?"

"No Yes. It's just, you don't usually come here."

"I'm just missing Humair"

"So miss him just the same Humair? Same I didn't?"

"Oh Sari, you are like a child."

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Meanwhile, at the same time. Amat, Sari's husband is making a call abroad.

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"Assalamu'alaikum"

"Wa'alaikumussalam"

There was a sweet and smooth sound from across the phone Dimas.

"Syifa, how are you?"

"Alhamdulilah, good uncle Amat. What about my uncle and aunt?"

"Thank God, we're all right, too...."

Not yet able to finish his speech, the phone was hastily snatched from his grasp.

"Shyifa!"

"Ah... Dimas, how are you?"

"Hufh, thankfully, you still remember me."

"Hahaha, of course. How could I forget the timid Dimas."

Yijia's carefree laughter made Dimas feel full, although now the woman he liked was married. Love never knows status.

Loving may be, the desire to have is of course there, but seizing the property of others is certainly not allowed. It's begal!

Love never knows boundaries, but the mind must be logical. There is love to be fought for, but there is also love to be loved. And Dimas, choosing to let go, as long as Yijia was happy, he would also feel happy.

"You are also a coward Syifa. Remember that? It was back home, until Joseph had to be delivered."

"Ah...yeah, where is Brother Yusuf?"

"He's not here."

"alright. Give my regards to her."

"Yes Shi...."

"It has. It's my turn again." said Amat, returning the phone from Dimas' hands.

"Syifa, when are you coming back to Indonesia?"

"Em. sorry uncle, for now Syifa can not confirm it. But, Syifa later tried to ask Syifa's husband first. Perhaps in the near future, we can come there to visit." replied Yijia hesitated. Just Jeias he hasn't talked about it to Andrew. Afraid that Andrew was busy, and could not accompany him to Indonesia.

"Don't worry, Syifa.Of course we're here to understand that. It's okay, then try asking your husband for permission."

"Thank you, Uncle. Oh yeah, where's Auntie and Humair?"

"Ah.yeah, wait a minute."

Very rushed to run to the front yard, where Sari and her children were playing together. Followed by Dimas who was no less fast running, managed to catch up with Amat who had arrived before the Wife.

"Huf...."

"Racid?" Sari asked with a mocking smile expanding on her lips.

In response to Sari's words, Amat smiled shyly.

"Syifa" thrusting Dimas' phone towards Sari, Amat smiled cheerfully.

"Shyifa?!" Sari widened her eyes, not believing what the husband had just said.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Aunty?" Yijia precedes Sari by talking by phone, only then Sari realizes that the call is connected to Yijia, who is far from her.

"Shyfa?"

"Yes, Bi. It's Syifa...."

"Subhanallah. Wa'alaikumussalam, Syria. Sorry, Aunt was so shocked. Didn't expect to be able to talk to Syifa again."

A warm conversation, sharing a longing together. Interspersed with laughter and crying, the longing for distance and time went on with a blue day.

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LONDON, ENGLAND.

Two grown men were standing in the same ring, fighting each other and dodging. Punch after punch, tonjokan by tonjokan floated, none of them were unmoved to end the struggle.

Dukh!

Dhuaks!

One blocked the blood at the corner end of his lips, and the other wiped the blood at the end of his temple. Although his second face was bruised bluish, but did not leave pain. Just focus on who's last standing there.

The night was getting late, with the illumination made dim both of them still continuing the madness together. Hoping with her, the fire that was roiling inside the chest would subside. The struggle is only a diversion, so that something that always looms over itself is replaced with pain and fatigue on the physical alone.

Until the loud voice of one of his cell phones rang, then they shook their heads, and realized the time that had betrayed them.

"Alright." replied Johnathan briefly. His eyes are still on his phone screen.

A call in. Which makes him not believe whether the caller is someone he knows, but very confusing with the purpose of his call at an hour like this.

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"What's wrong?"

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Jhonathan has arrived in front of the bookstore N.Y .

The place that should have closed a few hours ago was still open, but looked very messy.

Immediately he went inside and found Capella who had been drenched in blood, all over his body. The puncture wound on his stomach looked gaping, there was a lot of blood flowing out there.

"Capellas... Capella.." call on Jhonathan to try to resuscitate Capella whose eyes have been closed. But there was no response from him, causing Jhonathan to panic and worry.

Jhonathan immediately carried her in bridal style, put her in the car and tried to stop the bleeding in Capella's stomach by wrapping it with a tear from the shirt she was wearing today.

After completion, Jonathan interrupted some of his men to search and collect CCTV footage from bookstores and some buildings in the vicinity that had CCTV.

The car was then taken to the hospital. Jonathan clasped Capella's cold hand tightly, rubbing her there, trying to give her warmth. The driver, who saw the worried face of the employer, tried as quickly as possible to bring the car to get to the hospital.

Two minutes later they finally arrived at the nearest hospital. Capella was immediately rushed into the ER room, while Jhonathan was forced to wait outside. He is not allowed to enter the ER room, for that he can only call his family. Because according to the information obtained from the family meeting he attended a few days ago, the family of Capella is currently not in the country.

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30 Minutes later.

A doctor came out of Capella's room in the hospital, followed by a Sister who had brought Capella inside for treatment.

Jonathan immediately approached the doctor, and asked his fiance's circumstances.

"How's it?"

"Calm down, young Mr. Zohran. Miss Capella's condition is fine, nothing serious, and the wound is not too deep either. We've sewed her up, and just have to wait for Miss Capella to wake up, then everything will be fine." Obviously the doctor gave Jhonathan information, which was clear about his concerns.

"Hufh.. thanks doc." replied Jhonathan, finally he could breathe with relief.

"No problem, young master. It is our responsibility to do our best for our patients. Then I say goodbye first. If you need anything, you can tell Sister."

"alright. Thanks doc."

Jonathan greeted the doctor, and a second later they separated. Before leaving the doctor and nurse together slightly bowed, as a courtesy to the person in front of them. Given Jhonathan's status as one of the Hospital's shareholders, it certainly deserves respect.

Jonathan went into the ward, and found Capella lying helpless with her eyes closed.

The man sat beside the patient's bed, lethargic he clasped the hands of his woman who was still sound asleep, under the influence of drugs after his surgery earlier.

"Capella... What happened to you?" his hands still clasped Capella's. While his one hand, slowly stroked Capella's face and pulled a little hair that covered the woman's eyes.

The cup! A gentle kiss landed between Capella's two eyebrows, which still did not budge to wake up.

"I'm sorry for being rude to you. I was too naive, not wanting to love for fear of not being able to keep her anymore. I admit, I am selfish and stubborn." muttered Jhonathan, looking gently at his fiance's face. Her face is very beautiful and sweet, thin lips and thick eyebrows even though it does not use eyebrow pencils, sharp nose and soft and smooth skin that is really charming. Make Jonathan always keep a distance from himself, for fear of falling in love and ending up failing like he already has.

Tok...

Suddenly there was a knock on the door from outside

Jonathan got up from his seat and walked towards the door, opened it and found the doer knocking on the door.

"What's wrong?"

"Hufh... What about Miss Capella? Is she okay?" Ask Thomas worried.

"He's fine. You don't have to worry, there's me guarding her." replied Jhonathan flatly, a little dislike of Thomas's presence coming to disturb her.

"Aah?!" Thomas, who was aware of Jhonathan's ill-feeling, was distressed and unsettled. He paused his intention to go inside, and chose to speak at the door with Jonathan.

"I've acquired all of L.Y Group's subsidiaries, all in order, as you wish. Now, are you sure you want to 'fight' against Andrew?"

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"Jhon. Look, your side is now Capella. You don't have to bother chasing after Yijia and fighting with Andrew."

"Come on Jhon, so men don't plan. Try to open your eyes, there is a woman who is waiting for her love to be reciprocated. The past is not worth pursuing anymore."

"I'll think about it again" replied Jhonathan hesitantly. Honestly, his heart was indeed a little shaky with the conquest efforts that Capella made for him. But that feeling is still uncertain, coupled with her fear of love and eventually repeated stories in the past.

"Master!" yell someone from the end of the hospital corridor. He ran to Jonathan and Thomas.

"Young master. We checked all the CCTV. You can check it yourself." said the man in the black suit who had just come running. His breathing was still wheezing, going up and down quickly, a natural thing as he ran along the corridor.

When Jonathan wanted to leave, he was stopped by Thomas. "Let me. You, just accompany Miss Capella. He will probably need someone to accompany him, when he wakes up later." Thomas said with a big smile, showing a series of neatly arranged white teeth.

"Hm. You're right. All right, I'm entrusting this matter to you. Please take care of it properly, and let nothing be missed."

"Ready, Boss! I'm leaving now."

Thomas left followed by the man in the black suit who had just arrived. They immediately got out of the hospital, entered the car and immediately slid away.

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SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA.

As usual, Andrew who had gone home from work would immediately take a bath, and laze with sleep on his wife's thighs. Although there is still work to be done at home, Andrew chose to ignore it first. Just filling the energy, driving away the boredom of working all day, then the Wife is the antidote of it all.

"Darling, why are you quiet?" the hand began to misbehave, infiltrating into the clothes of the Wife, who still faithfully stroked her husband's wet hair.

"I was just thinking. How... if later we have children, while 'Father' spoiled like a child. Aren't you going to fight?" Tempted Yijia, looked at Andrew's face gently. Like a mother who loves her child.

"Kids?" Andrew was a little surprised by what the wife had just said. Choosing a hunchback, to think of her for a moment. A second later he smiled softly at his wife. " Do you want to have children?"

"Indeed Oppa is not?"

"You" replied Andrew excitedly. Then cheerfully he began to take off his bath towel, and brought the wife's body lying on their bed.

"To be able to have children, you must hold my****** cell first. Then the little tadpoles will settle there." said Andrew like a child who wants sweet candy. His hands began to guerrilla throughout the body of the Wife, who was also waiting for her.

The heat struggle that occurs, slipping groan after groan. The overlapping action of the overlap, the accelerating roar of the breath, with irregular rhythms, creates beautiful singing for them throughout the night.

"It looks like they don't need to eat" a middle-aged man told his eavesdropping friend, from behind the bedroom door.

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