The Love of the Past

Enchanted

Zayn goes to Kania's school before he heads to the restaurant.

Meanwhile, Dera ran towards her room. She looked eagerly looking for a dress that she would wear later, at the Grand Opening event at the cafe owned by Zayn's friend.

"Oh, which one, huh? Very confused, everything is good. I haven't worn this dress in a long time" she murmured. She was weighing the dress in her hand which she took out of the closet.

"Do I have to wear this one? But it's too sexy, Zayn definitely doesn't like it." Dera attached a silver-colored dress that was split in the thigh, the back was open, like a sundel hole.

"Or this one." He continued to speak to himself in front of the mirror while attaching one by one the dresses to his body.

While delivering Kania, Zayn continued to imagine Nayra's face. He has been curious about her since the last time he met her. His desire to meet Nayra again became even more passionate. Then he thought for a moment. “Should I have looked for him at the restaurant yesterday? As far as I know, he only eats there. Is it possible that he will come back again? Argha! Rara .. You drive me crazy!” Zayn cursed in his heart.

After dropping off his little daughter, Zayn chose to slam the steering wheel into the restaurant where he met Nayra yesterday.

“Hopefully this time I can meet you, Ra.”

Cars are streaking across the city streets are quite dense. A few minutes later he stopped his car right in front of Orchid Resto. He got out of the car and met a waiter who was busy delivering food to restaurant visitors.

"Excuse me" Zayn said to a man carrying a tray.

"Yes, Sir. Can I help you?"

"I just want to ask, have you ever seen a woman in a photo? Does he eat at this restaurant often?" zayn asked, showing a picture of Nayra on her phone.

"Oh, that's Ms. Nayra, sir. He owns this restaurant" he said.

"What's? The owner? Really?” pekik Zayn couldn't believe it.

"Yes, Sir. Sorry, what's the need, huh?"

 

"Oh, it's okay. Yes already then, my pretender is here again, now I'm in a hurry. Thanks for the information." Nayra said goodbye, and did not forget he gave some red money from his pocket.

“Rara .. are you the owner of that fancy restaurant? It's hard to believe, is this all your hard-earned work after getting away from me? Or ... lest there be someone behind your success? Wait for me, Ra, tomorrow I'll see you, at least I've got important information about you.”

***

Elegant dress has been chosen to be placed in bed, Dera felt his body was sticky due to fatigue choosing a dress, the job was quite draining his energy because repeatedly tried several clothes. Unbeknownst to him, the clock showed at 08:30, he was surprised and took a deep breath while glaring at the short needle on the wall.

He ran as fast as lightning towards the bathroom to immediately clean himself up. This time, there is no more ritual bathing while stretching. It was like chasing a time bomb that was about to explode. He took a towel on the hanger to wrap his plain body after bathing.

Dera grabbed a brown blouse and jeans in her closet. Droplets of water from her still wet hair began to wet the floor of her room, while drying it using a towel, she was busy looking for a paper bag to insert her dress, so it was easier to take her to the salon.

“Yeah! Why the clock is so fast turning anyway!” allena grumbled, occasionally her net kept glancing at the clock on that wall.

His legs did not stop running around, until he finally came out of his room and went down the stairs in a hurry. He called out to Bu Siti with a slight raise of his voice.

"Bi!" shout Dera.

“Bi, please floor in my room in the mop, yes. Sorry to be troublesome,” message Dera on Bu Siti, while her hands are fun to use high heels under the stairs.

“Yes, Nyah, it's okay. Kan, it's my job , Bu.”

"Thank you, Bi. I'm leaving, there's the same Zayn show. Later, at ten don't forget to pick up Kania with the driver, yeah."

"Good, Mom."

"Yes, I've already left, Bi. Don't forget to lock the door with the fence."

"Ready, Mom!" reply Bu Siti spirit.

Dera headed for the car while carrying a paper bag containing drees and left for the salon with his driver.

The beautiful-faced woman was more perfect when Make Up Artist in her subscription salon draped her thoroughly. At least there is almost no gap lack, his eyes are set in a gray lens, his long straight hair is broken into a wavy.

The navy-colored dress was perfectly attached to his body, he deliberately chose that color to adjust the color of Zayn's suit to fit as his partner.

He looked at the mirror in front of him, turning his body like a model while smiling proudly at himself.

"Perfect, Beib ...!" said salon waiter.

"Thank's, Beib! I've got to go, now!" Dera also came out of the salon.

The clang of the phone from Dera's bag surprised him, he immediately reached out and shifted the green image on the flat object's screen.

“Ya, Baby. I'm done, I'm ahead now,” said Dera while walking with definite steps.

Before long, Dera reached the parking lot. Zayn is seen standing leaning in his car waiting for Dera to come out of the salon.

So amazed as Zayn noticed Dera's unusual top-to-bottom appearance. He was fixated, his eyeballs unblinkingly looking at the woman walking towards him. Five years ago, Zayn was used to Dera's sexy looks, but since she never wore her shirt again, Zayn was amazed when she wore it again.

Dera wore a navy-colored brocade dress, the details of the dress looking beautifully attached to her slender body. The bottom is slightly inflated and has a hemisphere on the left reaching his thigh. Also on the open shoulder, but still leaving a cloth on his arm.

“Why see me like that, Zayn dear? Am I too pretty?” ask Dera with a gentle tone.

“Sial! Why is she so beautiful!” inner Zayn.

“We're late, better hurry up!” zayn's orders ignored Dera's words and pretended to be cold.

Dera got into the car with a smile that was clearly engraved on his lips. The look on his face could not be hidden, that he was currently very happy.

***

D’Lato Cafe.

Zayn walks with Dera. The woman's hand was coiled on her husband's arm. They walked over and greeted some of the people inside. Zayn then approached the cafe owner who invited him to congratulate him. While conversing with the man in front of him, Zayn also introduced Dera as his wife.