The Charm of the Director

The Last Day in Zuccardi

"I wonder what you told my wife?" dean asked when he visited Zuccardi this morning. She still remembered how Jessy said it with teary eyes. This morning he leaves Jessy still asleep at the hotel only to see Miranda.

Miranda who was talking to her husband was very surprised by Dean's arrival. Moreover, Dean's question that was so rude and without a stale base seemed to slap him. He kept his tea cup and stood up. His gaze on Dean changed ever since he was rude to her.

"What did you say?"

"I asked, last night what did you say about my wife? What did you ask him?" ask Dean.

Jack stood next to Miranda. He looked at Dean annoyed that he was disrespectful to his wife. He stepped up and was in front of his wife. "What do you want?"

Dean laughed blandly. "You want to protect your wife? Take it easy Jack, I'm not a man who's been violent with women. Women should be protected. For you, your wife should be protected. For me, my wife deserves protection. I just wanted to ask your wife, what did she tell my wife that she was depressed?"

Jack looked at his wife. "What did you say?"

Miranda shook her head. "I didn't say anything. Dean's wife has slandered me."

"What are you saying, Miranda? My wife didn't even say anything about you to me. I just guessed it. Last night after talking to you, he was just talking about speed." exclaimed Dean.

"Honor my wife. He's older than you!" exclaim Jack.

"I will honor him if he respects someone younger than him. Just so you know, there is no woman who deserves to be with me other than the woman I married" Dean said firmly.

"I'm sorry I invited you here" Miranda said stammeringly.

"I'm sorry to be here. We'll both get out of here as soon as possible." Dean replied as he turned to leave them. Then he stopped and looked. "I forgot. You don't have to pay hotel fees for my honeymoon because I paid for everything. I don't need any gifts from you" he said as he walked away from the place.

Other place.

Jessy was holding hands while looking at the beautiful scenery out there. The beautiful scenery was not accompanied by a view on Jessy's face. He's pouting. He was upset to find himself alone in his room. He woke up an hour ago in Dean's absence. He only saw a letter that contained :

I'll go for a minute, my dear. You wait for me. Don't leave the room because there are a lot of bad guys out there.

His stomach was hungry because he didn't eat last night. He drank only wine until he got drunk. And he doesn't eat anything anymore. He held his stomach. Dean once left him alone in the room without a loaf of bread or milk to fill his hungry stomach.

He imagines something. If he's not here, he's putting dirty clothes in Mrs' washing machine right now. Patties. He did not miss the activity because the most important thing for him was the present moment. He's happier now. He will never forget last night. Dean treated him really well. They both learn. For a man who is not romantic, Dean is able to make the atmosphere romantic. If all this never ends.

Door opens slowly. He just glanced at her. He's sure Dean's back.

"Jessy.." call her.

Jessy just kept quiet without letting go of her gaze forward.

Dean approaches. "What's wrong? You mad at me?"

"Yes, I'm so angry."

Dean crouched down in front of him and held his hand. "What's wrong?"

"You left me in the room alone. You left without saying anything to me. You don't even leave food here." Jessy protested.

Dean held back his laughter. "I'm sorry, I have a little business. You've been holding on hungry since?"

"I haven't eaten anything since morning. And it's near noon."

"Then what should I do?" ask Dean.

Jessy thought. He glanced to the left and to the right. "You have to pay for it by buying you good food" he said quickly.

"alright. I'll buy it." replied Dean standing up. He lifted Jessy off the couch to stand in front of him. He peeped his cheeks at a glance. "Come, we'll go" he said.

Jessy doesn't know if she's up to something. This morning he called Lana.

"I never asked any woman out. They're the ones who took me." protested Dean.

Lana sounded laughing.

This morning before going to Zuccardi, he accidentally contacted Lana to ask her something. He needs advice. He wants to be a romantic husband for Jessy. He wanted to give me something for the last two weeks.

Dean and Jessy walked out. They passed a swimming pool that was not too big. Jessy held Dean's arm while walking. He looks around. His gaze was fixed on the beautiful scenery of the Andes mountains that Dean had promised him. Suddenly his steps stopped. He saw a table that had been decorated with red roses. One bottle of wine stored in a bucket of ice has been stored on the table. Some flower vases are kept on top.

Jessy pulled Dean's arm. "What's this?"

"I prepared all this for you." whispered Dean.

A red light was emitted this afternoon. The weather today is cold. Not too hot when it is already noon. "You prepared it? What's for?" ask Jessy.

Dean takes Jessy to the front of the chair and helps her to sit down. "Of course to make a confession."

Jessy looked at Dean confusedly. "Confession?"

Dean nodded. "A confession from you if I can be romantic too. Do you admit it now?"

Jessy frowned. "Is there Lana here? Honestly, did you call Lana first?"

Dean smiles. "Little bit. He just asked me to do something romantic. And so it happened, you should have cried seeing all this."

Jessy laughing. "You're being too far-fetched. But I'm surprised to see this. I admit you're romantic, Dean. But, what are you doing this for?"

Dean held Jessy's hand. "I want to make our honeymoon meaningful. I want you not to forget it. And I have to tell you. This holiday ends today. But of course it's just this vacation, our togetherness will still run for two weeks."

"We're home?" ask Jessy enthusiastically.

Dean nodded. "Are you disappointed?"

"Absolutely not. Ever since last night I said I wanted to go home. Besides, our memories here are too many." said Jessy embarrassed to remember the incident last night.

"Don't drink too much wine. I can't take it. You drank a lot of wine last night and it made me happy" Dean said.

"Don't say that again. Though drunk but I remember." replied Jessy with a red face.

Dean smiled happily. He raised Jessy's hand and kissed her. "I'm so happy."

Not long for the food to come. But there was an unhappy look on Jessy's face.

"What's wrong?" ask Dean

"I'll calculate with you if after today my weight goes up." Jessy.

"I don't care. I want you to be next to me. Do you know when I'm interested in you?" ask Dean.

"Since the first day we met. That day you bothered me too much." Jessy replied.

"From the moment I opened the door for you. You're wearing the OneLaundry uniform. I have remembered it ever since. You went into my room to pick up all my clothes without feeling disgusted. And I still remember. You're like wearing a mask when you come to my apartment. Big glasses and tied hair."

"Rather. You bother me all the time. I've lost my freedom since I knew you."

Dean nodded with a smile. "I knew. The risk of having the lover of a handsome director like me, that's how it is. You should get ready from now on."

"Ahh. I'm scared" Jessy said short.

Dean knew it was a joke. "Let's eat. I don't want you to lose consciousness because you haven't eaten since morning."