THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTERS 120. YOU'RE MY GRANDSON !

Without further ado Deandra according.  For several days she missed these moments, she threw herself into her husband's arms.  “I miss you Verrel,” her tears break again as Verrel holds her tightly.  Pecking the top of his head repeatedly and stroking his back gently.

“I'm sorry, baby.  I'm sorry.” Verrel's tears are flowing.  Makes her embrace even more.

“Don't ever leave me again, Verrel. Don't go again.  I can't live my days without you.” Deandra spilled out all her tormented feelings these few ahri.  Without that man by her side she felt her life was very empty.  His days turned as cheerless as ever.

She recalled that every night she found it difficult to fall asleep and when she fell asleep she always woke up to miss her husband's embrace.

“I'm sorry, baby. I promise I will never leave you again.  I will always take you wherever I go, I promise.” he said in earnest.

Deandra roared at Verrel's promise, nodding before drifting off into the warm arms of the man she loved.  Deandra soon fell asleep.  His breathing turned orderly and his hands clutched tightly against Verrel's clothes as if he didn't want to lose if he didn't.

Verrel's heart warms.  He hugged his wife to calm down.  He could not deny that he was disturbed by a dream that made him open his eyes.  Slowly one hand went down to Deandra's distended stomach and stroked her.  He felt a tremor that made him flinch.  He wanted to touch her for a long time and Deandra's murmur made the man's feelings explode in immeasurable happiness with material possessions.  The tremor made his hand again stroke his wife's stomach, his heart feeling very calm.  He did not want to move his hand from his wife's stomach.

He also clutched tightly to the wife so that the woman did not move from his side even if only for a moment.  “I love you my wife.”

“The kisses from Verrel's lips rained down on Deandra's head which muttered indistinctly, answering her husband's love speech “I also love you my husband.  You don't know how sad I was when I heard the news.”

“Promise me you won't make me cry again like that.  Promise you'll always be with me forever.” said Deandra kissing her husband's lips.

“I promise! I will always be with you forever.” said Verrel uttering a promise imprinted in his heart.  Nothing can change that promise except fate.

Deandra who was accompanying her husband in the luxurious room, she still did not understand how Verrel could be there because no one had told her yet.  Maybe because everyone is still focused on Verrel's recovery. A large, muscular hand clasping Deandra's resuscitated hand from the reverie. “Ah..”

“What are you thinking, baby?” ask Verrel.

“Hm..not there.  I was just thinking how you got here and why the plane crashed.” Deandra said.

“Maybe I'll tell you everything later, ok. You don't have to worry, I'm fine.” said Verrel stroked his wife's cheek and pinched her with anxiety.

“Issshhh. I'm ugly now huh?”

“Who said my wife was ugly?” ask Verrel.

“My body is fat, my waist is gone, look at my cheeks are puffed up like mangroves,” his words make Verrel laugh out loud. He admitted that his wife's cheeks were indeed like mangroves were more adorable but if he said, surely Deandra would sulk.  But it wasn't Verrel if he couldn't help but tease his wife.

“Try me see. Hmm...ya your body is a little fat but it seems tender yes,” while glancing at his wife who widened his eyes, “The waist is still there, not lost but more dense, well if the cheeks are exactly mangrove….I like to eat mangroves, tasty and soft.” he said winking seductively Deandra who blushed.

“This cheek, Verrel! Not mangroves.” her lips pursed. Yuna who entered and heard the conversation of her master also held back laughter seeing Deandra's cute face.

“Why Aunt Yuna? Want to catch me?” deandra asked annoyedly when she saw Yuna holding back a laugh.

“Sorry, mistress. I only remember when Mr. was a child, if he sulked his face exactly like the face of the madam earlier,”

Deandra fell silent and folded her hands in front of her chest.  Verrel smiled at his wife's funny behavior. Maybe a fetus, he thought.  But my son's twin pair, will my son act like that? Tanya Verrel muttered.

“Oh..sorry Sir, Mistress. I forgot, here I bring my favorite food Mrs.”

“Thanks Aunt Yuna! Ahh....I got hungry.” quickly his hand grabbed the bushel that Yuna brought.

“I think it's better your grandson stays here until he's healed. Let everyone think he's missing or dead. No one else knows he's here.”

“Yes, I agree.  Until all the evidence has been gathered and the culprit is caught. Oh, yeah I'm glad we're friends like we used to be.” Yahya said. 

“Same. I'm happy too.”

The two were silent for a moment, immersed in each other's thoughts.

“Do you think I can talk to him now?” ask Viktor to Yahya.

“Yes, I think it's better. You can meet him.” said Yahya.

The two old men who are now at peace, do not let misunderstandings destroy a friendship. Viktor and Yahya step into the room where Verrel is being treated, smiling at how Deandra and Verrel interact.

“Sorry to bother you,” Viktor said. Deandra and Verrel replied with a smile.

“Opa hasn't introduced you yet, this is Viktor. He's Opa's friend since childhood.”

“It is nice to meet you, Mr. Viktor.” replied Verrel and Deandra alternately.

“Look how big their legs are,” joked Viktor. Both parents smiled.

“Call me grandpa or Opa,” says Yahya.

Viktor turned his gaze to Deandra, he looked at her unblinkingly and full of tenderness, there was a sigh in his heart.  Verrel didn't like the way Viktor looked at his wife like that.  She felt strange, seeing the old man looking at Deandra longingly.  Yahya who saw Verrel showing dislike immediately melted the atmosphere.

“Verrel. There's something Viktor wants to ask your wife.”

“What is Opa?”

“Your name is Deandra Ailsie, Son?”

“Iya, true cake.  My mother gave me that name,” Deandra said. 

“Oh so. May I ask you something?”

“Please. What's wrong with cake?”

“Who is your mother's name?”

Deandra was surprised why suddenly the man asked her mother's name? Does this man know or know my mother? Her thought.

“Why did grandpa ask my mother's name, huh?”

“Hmm. Your face is very similar to someone.”

“Oh...are you looking for him?” guess deandra.

“Yes, it's been a while but I haven't met. May I know your mother's name?”

“Good.  My mother's name is Anastasia.” Deandra replied.

“Anastasia? What's his full name?”

“Only Anastasia, no other name,” Deandra said as she scrunched her forehead.

“Oh!” Viktor was silent for a moment. Then look at Yahya. “I used to have a daughter, her name was Berliana Anastasia Hutama. His face is very similar to yours. Even your name is the same as the name of my late wife.” said Viktor with a sad face.

“Since you've been here, I've never seen your parents come to visit his daughter-in-law,”

“My parents were dead by the time I was fourteen.”

“Then who are you staying with?”

“With uncle and aunt.” replied Deandra.  “Kek, may I see a photo of his daughter grandfather?”

“Ya...can..” said Viktor while taking a photo out of his suit pocket, then giving it to Deandra.  He took the photo from Viktor's hand and turned it over.  His mouth was open looking at the photo of a beautiful woman.

“I--title. Ke—why is mom's photo on you?” asked Deandra stuttered.

“Mother? Your mom?” ask Viktor surprised.

“Iya. It's like mom, I also have the same photo.” said Deandra then took out her phone and opened the mobile phone gallery and showed her a photo of her mother stored on her phone.  Same photo as Viktor.

“Is it really---? But mom said that mom doesn't have family.” said Deandra.

“Who is your father's name?”

“Radhitya,” deandra replied. while taking a photo proffered by Viktor.

“Do you know the man in the photo?” staring at the photo in his hand, Deandra shed tears, “This is my father.” he replied sobbing.

“So you are my grandson?” viktor asked, staring at Deandra.  An accidental encounter or fate that brings him to his grandson.  For years she had been looking for her daughter but her efforts failed, she met her granddaughter instead. The atmosphere in the room was suddenly silent filled with a sense of haru, all staring at each other in disbelief.

“Darling, you still have family,” said Verrel clasping deandra's hand.  Viktor approached and held Deandra's sobbing shoulder.  Is it possible that he is my grandfather? But he senses that Viktor is no stranger to him. He takes off Verrel's grip and hugs Viktor. “Grandpa,”

Viktor hugged his grandson, his tears dripping.  She cannot meet her missing daughter but she is instead reunited with her granddaughter. “Thank you, Lord.” he said thanks. If he hadn't helped Verrel then, he probably wouldn't have met Deandra.

“You see, Yahya. Destiny brought me to meet my granddaughter whom I never knew.”

“And your grandson is my man grandson. Is this fate or coincidence?” ask Yahya.

“It's a beautiful destiny, Yahya. You remember we used to want to match our kids?’

“Yes, and I'm grateful your daughter rejected my son back then. Otherwise, I don't know what his fate is like.” said Yahya sighed.

“But now our matching grandchildren.  Our wish was realized Yahya,” the sense of happiness between two families. “I can already die quietly, Yahya.” he said with a smile.

“Why do you always want to die! You just met your grandchildren, soon our great-grandsons are born, do you not want to live longer to see them?” yahya patted his best friend's shoulder.  “Finally our family is united as well Viktor. That means you can't go back to Holland.”

“Ya, right. I'll settle down here. Verrel take good care of my grandson, I trust him to you.”

“Are you going to entrust your company to him too?” cananda Yahya's.

“Ha..ha...ha. But, it belongs to my grandson.”