
"Darling..!"
pangil Darren arrived2 broke the atmosphere.
Sheela was silent for a moment without responding to Darren's words and still turned her back.
"Today papi will return to Jakarta with Mr. Budi.!"
Sheela was flabbergasted at the words of her husband.
Then slowly turned his body towards Darren, without saying a single word.
But the glare of his eyes was so sharp as to skin Darren's face.
Darren was silent for a moment and tried to calm down and make the atmosphere becomes not tense and hot.
"Look at say..."
"Go..!"
pekik Sheela arrives2 cuts Darren's speech.
Then immediately get up from the bed to the exit.
"Darling.!"
call Darren as he ran slowly towards the door, and grabbed Sheela's arm that was about to turn the doorknob.
"Listen to papi's explanation.!"
said Darren took a deep breath 2 then threw it slowly.
"Explain what a try.!"
sheela ketus.
In his mind, Darren was willing to go to Jakarta because it was more concerned with work than him and their children.
"Company pa...."
darren said disconnected.
Again Darren's speech was interrupted as Sheela brushed Darren's hand off his arm and immediately opened the door and left Darren alone.
"Honey..!"
she was strangled, but Sheela was gone and lost her sight.
Darren exhales violently and goes after Sheela who is out of nowhere because Darren doesn't find her.
Even to the whole room on the first floor.
"Where did it go.!"
he thought to himself because so quickly Sheela disappeared from his reach.
Then Darren walked towards the door that led to the garden beside the house.
"Darren...!"
call mistress Jeslin from the direction of the kitchen when she sees Darren walking like a confused and somewhat hurried person.
Darren immediately flicked his steps and turned towards his mother-in-law's voice.
"Where are you going, hunt that.!"
"Anu Ma's.!
Mama saw Sheela, didn't she.?"
darren asked back while scratching his head that did not itch, making Miss Jeslin come along dumbly.
"Sheela.!"
Madam Jeslin muttered but still heard in Darren's hearing.
"Yes Ma.!"
he said then with an anxious face.
"The Knapa Ren, of course,
Are you guys fighting again.?!?"
"Long Ma.!"
only Sheela misunderstood.!
"You have sat down first,
let mami be nyari.!
Usually he goes to the park if it's bad.!"
he said slowly and then immediately went to the park.
Arriving at the park, the view of the mistress Jeslin circled the entire flower garden and sure enough, the daughter was sitting on a swing.
The sun is pretty hot today.
But Sheela was quite at home under the swing because the swing was under a shady tree.
The breeze is increasingly dancing under the trees to make the hot mood feel cool and cool.
The park is Sheela's favorite place.
from childhood until now.
So Miss Jeslin knew that her daughter must be in the park.
but Sheela is not alone. He was accompanied by a middle-aged man,
he is now sitting on a long bench.
"Chat with who he is.!"
murmured mistress Jeslin.
"Sheela.!"
The middle-aged lung man immediately stood up with a smile and lowered his head politely as his respect.
"Mrs.!"
"He's Mr. Budi Ma, Sheela's private driver in Jakarta.!"
sheela arrived2.
Madam Jeslin nodded softly in response to her daughter's remark.
Before long, Darren appeared from the door and joined the three of them.
"Young master.!"
greet Mr. Budi to Darren.
Darren nodded slowly.
Then turn his eyes towards Sheela.
Sheela's mood changed.
Cold and indifferent nature enveloped him.
Mrs Jeslin realized that and immediately invited Mr. Budi into the house, so that Darren and Sheela could be more free to talk and solve their problems.
Sheela wanted to get out of the swing but Darren hugged her body tightly from behind.
So that Sheela would listen to her explanation.
Sheela thrashed ronta wants to release herself from Darren's embrace.
He did not want to hear any reason or explanation from Darren.
"Detach.!"
sheela screamed loudly.
"You want to go to Jakarta, right.!?
Please leave, no one is forbidden and hinders you.!
If you need to, don't come back here again.!"
pekik Sheela with great emphasis.
Slowly Darren took off his embrace from Sheela's body.
Because he was quite hit with Sheela's words just now.
The one who left left him alone in the garden.
Darren was speechless peeking in place while holding on to the swing chain and looking straight ahead.
His mind was in turmoil thinking about his relationship with Sheela that never improved.
The problem that Darren was facing right now was so heavy that it weighed heavily on his mind.
Because the problem with the wife has no meeting point and added again with the problems that afflict the company now.
His daydream 2 was interrupted when the tone of his phone rang from inside his shorts bag.
Darren briefly stared at the screen and immediately picked it up.
"Yes what's up.!"
darren said when his phone line was connected.
Darren's facial complexion looks very cold and hardened when listening to important information from his secretary.
"Well, call the lawyer immediately and finish the file.!
I'm going to Jakarta now.!"
he said he ended his phone call.
Without waiting for a long time, Darren rushed to leave the park and went to see Mr. Budi, who was now sitting on the terrace of the house while enjoying a cup of coffee and a bowl of snacks.
When Mr. Budi realized the arrival of his young master, he immediately stood up while bowing his head.
"We're going to Jakarta now.!"
said it.
"Okay young master.!"
say Mr. Budi quickly.
Darren immediately left her and went to see her mother-in-law who is now holding her favorite granddaughter.
But Mr. Budi was a little surprised to hear the words of his young master.
Because Darren arrived2 wants to go back to Jakarta with him.
He had just arrived in Bandung to deliver a suitcase full of Darren's clothes.
Mr. Budi immediately sipped his coffee and prepared to return to Jakarta with his young master.
After a short conversation with her mother-in-law.
Darren kissed his son's forehead gently.
"Wish daddy ya boy.!
smoga can save our company.!"
darren lirih.
After that he said goodbye to his mother-in-law and immediately left the residence of Mr. Hardi's family.
Without saying goodbye to his wife.
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