The Love of Zarania
Section 166
When the morning picked up Ipul was very busy preparing himself, not to go to the office because yesterday he had taken a holiday.
His car he drove in such a way that it could get to quickly where it was intended, his car began to cross the road that on the left right there was a vineyard that was fruiting, the blackish fruit that indicates it is ready for harvest is always successful to make it stunning every time you come to this place.
He's been tracking his car twice at this winery since two weeks ago when he drove someone, a friend of his who he said needed a vacation to relieve the burden of thought.
And the woman said she had come with her husband's permission so that Ipul did not refuse her even by happily introducing him to an acquaintance of hers who had lodging around the estate.
He thinks this place is perfect for Zara, yes! Zara who is the same as Zara who is now being mourned by her husband in Indonesia.
The movement of the car is slightly disturbed because the road is now only made of small pebbles without smooth asphalt, and, of course, because the place he came to was quite far from the city center and only surrounded by dozens or even hundreds of vineyards with cool air when the wind blew the leaves.
His house stopped at one of the classic style houses with flower plants in the yard neatly arranged and pleasant in view.
"Where is Zara?" ask a woman who came to him when he just got out of the car.
"Within the vineyard saw the farmer who was harvesting," said the woman who was already quite familiar with Ipul.
Ipul nodded then kept his phone in the pocket of jeans he was wearing, this morning looks more relaxed than usual day when he had to fight with work.
While walking to the plantation, Ipul occasionally checks his mobile checking news from the internet that was in an uproar two weeks ago, his head was lying as if he could not believe what he was reading plus the message his mother sent him last night followed by his breath that seemed to not believe.
Up in front of the fence that bordered the plantation by the side of the road Ipul stood for a moment looking for the woman he was looking for, the woman he admired a little more was not as the wife of his cousin's brother or his friend but as a man and woman of adulthood, silent and pursing his lips found the woman he was looking for was smiling kindly at the farmer who was separating the wine from the tree.
"Your stomach is big but how dare you leave your husband and lie to me," muttered Ipul with a pitying smile at himself who felt so stupid for believing in Zara when the woman asked him not to contact Davi with reason that the man was very busy with his work.
Ipul smiles when Zara accidentally looks at him and waves her hand inviting him to join.
"Gosh he's still so calm after shaking so many people?" Ipul asked in disbelief as he approached the woman who had called him.
"Don't know that her husband is like an undead" she said in her heart as soon as she saw Zara's face.
"When's it coming?" zara asked as soon as Ipul was only five steps away from her.
"Just now" said the sweet black man as he put his hand in his pants pocket.
"You happy?" tanya Ipul sits on a wooden bench that is provided in the vineyard area.
Zara nodded quickly, it was true that he was happy to be in this place the morning air that was so soothing still added with the chirping of birds in the morning really made him forget a little about the pain he felt when he first chose come to this place.
Calm down, this is really the right place and his heart feels a lot calmer than it was two weeks ago.
"When did you pick me up? it's been two weeks" asked Ipul as he glanced at the woman who was sitting next to him, looking for panic that was clearly visible from the woman's face.
Zara immediately nodded unsettled and her eyes rolled in search of answers, but in fact not the answer that came out even just playing her finger.
"I'll call you then, where can a husband let his wife go on vacation alone while he's just busy thinking about work," Ipul deliberately angled Zara, who was a friend of his, he was just pretending he didn't know anything to get Zara to confess to him what she was hiding since he asked her to bring him to this country.
Ipul prepares to take the phone he just entered with Zara's increasingly unclear behavior.
The thin white object was already in the palm of Ipul's hand, the man was already preparing to make a call on the number he named "Abang".
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