The Love Struggle of Miss Ruth

Chapters 8. Invitation of the Most Beautiful Former

"What a pity is he?"

"Just be a display turned out all this time ..pity once."

"Yes, too much of a dream in the distance."

"Already expected, surely Mr. Joints will open his eyes. Beautiful doesn't guarantee all the future does."

There was a clear sound of whispers along Ruth's steps that morning.

His eyes glanced one by one, "What's this? why are you all looking at me?"

Ruth was not a calm person with circumstances around. Whatever makes him curious, he will face it immediately.

"Goddess, what's wrong? is there something wrong with me?" ask Ruth one of her co-workers.

The woman smiled wryly at Ruth. Because indeed all the workers in that place no one liked Ruth since long ago.

Joints treatment to him so far even so stole the attention of workers in the company Densel Company.

"Now, you really don't know? or not believe it?" he said while presenting a digital invitation on the display of his phone.

The beautiful brownish-colored Netra was already perfectly rounded. His head nodded slowly.

"It's true, huh? if Mr. Jendi is just a child sitting on Mr. Deni's lap. In fact, he prefers this matchmaking compared to marrying his lover." exclaimed the Goddess then left Ruth who was still standing.

"It's Ruth, don't dream too high." said one of the workers who was her age.

While some workers who wanted to go to his room, seemed to shake their heads. Either the head bobbing for concern, or because it means to mock.

It feels like a nightmare in the morning. Even every morning, Ruth was always a nightmare. But it didn't feel as bad this morning.

A tired body, as if it wanted to collapse right then and there. Ruth was no longer able to blink even a single blink. The tears contained within those beautiful eyelids seemed ready to fall in the slightest movement to blink.

"Joint, didn't you say? if you'll always be by my side. Even to be my back in the morning when the nightmare comes again? actually, what are you doing right now? you didn't even look at me a little bit. You really don't care about my tears that have been so afraid of falling just a little."

Maybe true the saying. 'Thank God he who never expects anything, for he will never be disappointed.'

***

In a magnificent house that is so densely populated, it looks like a large family is gathering at the dining table to enjoy breakfast dishes.

Still as usual, quiet without a warm joke.

"Dad, isn't it too soon if it's her wedding tonight?" ask Joints after putting tablespoons and forks on their plates.

Heartbeats seemed to sound unpretentious between the heartbeat of Joints and also some servants in the house.

Ting! The sound of the clanking of spoons rang out on the plate belonging to the great Master.

"Joint.." said the mother who rubbed the shoulder of the husband next to him. No need for speech, at least the movement of putting a spoon can explain the contents of Mr. Deni's heart that morning.

"alright. I'm going to the office first." The joint that saw his father's gaze, instantly avoided the debate.

Why is Mr. Deni so heartless. Although he did not like the relationship of his son with Ruth, at least have mercy on a little wounded heart.

The cynical gaze of the graceful beautiful woman painted a tremendous amount of anger. "When that woman came in my family, everything was really messed up." she said.

If the tension is so felt in the magnificent house after breakfast at that time, it is different from the conditions in the office where Ruth worked.

The woman fell limp. Her tears could not stop flowing. If time could turn quickly, it would be like to go home and cry in the room.

However, the crying stopped instantly. When the footsteps of someone who was very clear Ruth knew got closer and stopped for a moment in front of her.

Ruth looked forward and looked at the figure in front of her. Likewise with the figure of a man who is none other than Joints.

Both eyes meet each other. A sad, sick, loving look was clearly seen in Ruth's net. While Joints, obviously. A look full of hatred, yet it was clear such great love was still left there.

"Ruth,"

"Joints" said the two together but only sounding soft.

A call that usually sounds loving, now feels so withered.

"Our relationship is over..." The joint heaved its rough breath. "Just work consistently, assuming things never happen."

The deg!

Be ill. It was truly such a painful remark in Ruth's heart niche at this moment. Even the woman's lips were currently unable to say anything more. Just a sick vibe that seemed to rattle his lips.

A falling tear may be much more likely to reveal a woman's heart being blown to the lowest of its foundations.

Well, if words can't be spoken. Only crying is able to speak through the eyes. The most able to explain how broken this heart is.

Joints stepped into his study after passing the secretary table which had been a secretary in his heart as well.

"Joint, if my heart's wound isn't this painful. If I can survive this time, I want you to introduce me to him. He changed you to leave me. Let me explain to him how big my heart is to you, to defend you, how much I have been a beggar of attention from you. This time I gave up, Joints. Maybe my love struggles are enough to get here."

The three-clockwise round seemed to unceasingly keep chasing each other. Until finally the clear sky that morning, but not as bright as the mood of Ruth and also her former lover. Now the afternoon began to welcome the boisterous vehicles on the city streets at that time.

One of the airports in the city, revealed a private jet plane that had just landed perfectly.

"Let's Master" said Mr. Landu who had welcomed his young master's arrival at the airport square.

Navy blue suit matching with pants and tie. It really shows the good looks of a Dava Sandronata. The hairdressing is very neat, and do not forget the tuxedo is sized right in his athletic body is able to steal the attention of flight attendants who are preparing on the next plane for other flights.

"Sir, we're heading straight home for your medical checkup, Mr. Dava" Mr. Landu said later.

Dava does not use a secretary if for business travel. He only uses a secretary if in the office area and also the interests are really urgent. His mandiri soul seemed to make him want to do everything by himself.

"Retail the schedule again, sir." said Dava steadily after entering the black sedan car that was ready to deliver himself to the destination.

Mr. Landu was surprised. "Where are you going, sir? do you have any needs in the company anymore?" tanyanya's confused.

"We went to the house last night, sir. Only then did I go home." The smile on Dava's lips seemed to expand when he remembered the princess's anxious face.

"Bright, sir."