The Imperfect Husband

Ares

Deanra stared at the white ring made of diamonds that curled sweetly in her sweet finger. There is no romantic proposal, even until now she has not seen how the man who will become her husband will look. Just know his name.

Cedars... Deanra felt that the name sounded familiar to her. But he also can't guess with certainty. Although now he thinks that the Ares they mean is the man who always scares him, but he tries to dismiss that thought. There was no way her parents would match her to the strange man Ares she knew.

"Today you're not working, Dean?" Syakira went into her daughter's room with a glass of orange juice.

"Sir, Mum. Dean is lazy to come out, just want to be in the room.

Syakira took a deep breath. Seeing like this he saw his son like there was no spirit of life. But he also knew what made Deanra dreamy these days, it was all because of the matchmaking. Then what if his daughter knows what her future husband looks like? can Deanra accept that?

"The... If you make a mistake someday, will you forgive me?" Suddenly the question slid from the middle-aged woman's lips. Deanra even to the amazement, not usually questions like this thrown by his mother. Deanra got suspicious, did her mother cure anything?

"I mean Mother? What should Dean forgive?"

"Not now, Dean. But if later ... Something that makes you sad, I hope you forgive us. But rest assured, throughout our lives as parents, mothers only want your happiness. Remember that always."

Deanra could no longer speak. He could only be transfixed to see his mother die in his room after gently rubbing the top of his head.

*****

In the morning Denara returned to the flower shop as usual. The difference now he did with a lethargic look, no more spirit on his beautiful face. His brain was too full of erratic thoughts, making him lose his passion for happiness and smiling.

"Morning, Ma'am." Denara greeted Dila as usual. And the woman older than Deanra smiled broadly at the boss and finally returned to work.

"Morning also ... I think you're sick, Dean. Don't usually come to the store."

Deanra smiled knot. Actually, he now needs friends to tell stories, but he cannot trust others to hear his heart. In the end, he just nodded slowly.

"I'm fine, Ma'am. Just lazy to come, the body feels bad." Denara's pedestal is believed by Dila. It makes sense, seeing the state of his boss now it is possible if he is not feeling well, he thought.

Silence occurred after they re-occupied themselves with work.No matter how long the door figure sounded pushed by someone, Deanra who can guess ready who came so early chose to stay still.

Sure enough, not long after a handsome and cold looking man entered the store. He's Ares, a loyal customer of the store every day. Probably a lot of people didn't know him, including Deanra at first. But after a while he began to remember, if it was a little time they had met, and that's what made Deanra had time to find out a little of Ares' life, Ares, until one incident he saw the man go berserk like a madman in a deserted place with an old woman.

Dila immediately approached the man politely as usual. While Deanra chose to peek from behind the flowers that he arranged neatly.

"What do you want to buy, my mom?"

Ares was silent, and his eyes were only focused on looking for someone's whereabouts. And when the object he was looking for met, the man immediately stepped closer to him.

Deanra was about to see Ares step closer to her. But as the man took the Lily flower next to him, Deanra breathed a sigh of relief. But not there, before turning around Ares perfected staring at Deanra with a deep gaze that was difficult to interpret.

The girl's goosebumps got that look, but she also did not want to make a sound to just say hello to the strange man she thought it was. In his heart he wondered, why does Ares always behave strangely when he meets him?

"What's wrong with you, Dean? why is it so pale?" Denara scattered as Dila's question sounded in her ears. It turned out that he was daydreaming about the man who had just walked away from this character.

"Mom, can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Why do I feel like this guy is weird? Was he like that at the time of service?"

Dila frowned confusedly, "What's weird? He was mediocre, even though his face was too flat to speak."

"But why is he staring at me... Ah, I don't know Ma'am. I don't understand it myself" complained Deanra.

"Maybe he likes you." Dila smiled, "looking every time she came and looking for your whereabouts like that, I don't think my shot was wrong. Maybe he's one of your secret bullies."

Deanra sneering. He is not an artist so there are his secret admirers. All he knows is that Ares is a scary human being, which he must definitely avoid if he still comes to his shop every day.

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