THE PASSION OF THE CEO
CHAPTER 38.WEDDING PREPARATIONS
Andini, who insisted on going to Verrel's house, began to think about what she would do, if possible, to prevent the marriage from happening. Both Amran and Andini still continue to discuss Verrel's marriage, even to the bed, it seems they do not like if Verrel married.
"We'll see what happens. Just let the damn kid do as he pleases. No need to think about it, we better think about Rico.” said Amran to shift the topic of conversation.
After hearing his wife's plan to match Rico and Iva, Amran's mind was filled with various plans that could be launched so that Rico's marriage could be implemented as soon as possible.
“Pa. Can papa hire a bodyguard to accompany mama there?” pleading with a seductive face that always works to tear Amran down. The man finally agreed.
“Thank you, Pa.” said Andini while hugging her husband. ‘Look at me tomorrow, I'll find out who that woman is. Verrel could not hide the whereabouts of his future wife.’ monologue in his heart.
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In her study, Verrel daydreams, her mind filled with her wedding party that will last three days. She asks Frans to hasten her marriage from her previous schedule. He wants to tie Deandra up as soon as possible and wants a big party, the grandest party in the country. Never imagined that he would get married.
Frans entered the room after a knock at the door several times not getting an answer from his master. He carried an ipad and walked over to Verrel.
"This Sir, I have prepared, please master check again if there is still a shortage,” while handing the ipad in his hand to Verrel. Verrel checked and occasionally furrowed his brows and there was a smile on his lips as he looked at the bridal dress he and Deandra were about to wear.
He never planned to marry for the rest of his life. Dreamed of it never, but now, it even happens in the near future. He will marry a dissident girl who always triggers emotions and makes his mind chaotic.
But he seemed to enjoy the sensation of that feeling, which reversed his common sense. Meanwhile, for Deandra who hates Verrel but always misses the man who likes to be angry and yell at him. There is a perceived comfort despite Verrel's wild and emotional attitude.
“Very good. You know very well my favorite,” said Verrel gave the ipad to Frans. Then Frans asked back “Sorry, Sir. If I am sassy. I think you should ask Young Miss about this wedding.”
“You mean?”
“Maybe Young Miss has a dream wedding, look, Sir. Although this marriage is your wish, but you should ask Young Miss if she wants something at her wedding later. Usually women have their own dreams, because they want to get married once in a lifetime.” Frans explained. Pfff....why can I have a boss like him? Time doesn't understand something like that?
Verrel still silently did not answer, his mind floated on Deandra who was at home. ‘What is the girl?
“Frans, Are you a woman?” verrel asked suddenly, puzzling Frans.
“Hah? Meaning, Mister?’
You speak like a woman, as if you understand the desire of the woman who wants to marry a rich man,” said Verrel coldly while staring at Frans.
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On the way home, the atmosphere in the car was quiet. Sometimes Frans glanced back from the rear view mirror, he saw his master was daydreaming his gaze straight out the car window. Frans was quite familiar with the nature of Verrel, what he saw now was not the Verrel he knew. The man changes since the presence of Deandra who is like a magician who hypnotizes Verrel Or rather Deandra is the snake charmer of his cowboy Verrel.
The car entered the courtyard of the mansion and stopped in front of the main door. A guard opened the car door for Verrel who stepped out of the car still with the same expression. “Master, are you okay?” ask Frans.
Verrel who felt the clap in his arm, turned to look at Frans “Go home.” then silent for a moment. “I'll ask the girl about her dream wedding. I'll tell you later.” said Verrel stepping inside the house.
As usual, the servants stood up to welcome the arrival of the great master. He did not turn his head in the slightest, his thoughts were only on the girl waiting for him in the room. When he reached the end of the stairs, Yuna approached him “Big Master.” Yuna's footsteps grew faster chasing after Verrel who did not seem to hear Yuna.
“Master, I want to report about Mrs Andini.” hearing the name is called sober to ignite Verrel's emotions that hate the snake woman so much. “What?”
“Sorry, Sir. Last afternoon Mrs Andini and some of her bodyguards came here and tried to get in. He and his people had made a riot.” Yuna said explaining the chronology that occurred this afternoon.
“Mrs Andini insists on meeting with the future wife Tuan.”
“Hmmm...it turns out to be true my guess.” he said as he stepped away to Deandra's room.
The girl's face twinkled to see the man who had been teasing her mind step closer to her. His large fingers stroked deandra's blushing cheeks, a kiss landing on his lips. The originally ordinary kiss turned wild and wild.
Deandra's getting used to Verrel. Since the big fight yesterday, and Verrel apologized to her for breaking deandra's heart. For him what Verrel did was a rare and extraordinary thing. He looked at the handsome face of the man after letting go of his kiss.
“I want you to listen to me carefully. Whatever happens, you never get out of this house. You got it?” said Verrel looked at the girl's face with a gentle gaze, no more sharp glares of hers. He fulfilled his promise to Deandra to change.
“What's wrong?’ ask wonder. ‘What does this have to do with the incident last afternoon? She asks Yuna about the incident in front of the house and who the woman is but Yuna just reminds her to be careful.
“Never argue. Whatever I command, you must obey.” and only deandra answers with a nod. Last afternoon he saw from the window of his room, when a woman and some men in fair looks tried to break through the gate. There was a fistfight and Yuna closed the window cloth and asked Deandra to enter the secret room. He did not understand at all, nor did he get to see the woman's face.
“There's something I want to ask you,” said Verrel stroking the blushing cheek.
“Hmmm...what things? About it this afternoon?” ask Deandra.
“On our wedding.”
“You mean?” ask deandra who doesn't understand. Isn't his opinion not important?
“Begini. Do you have any dreams about marriage?”
“I don't understand, sir,” sela deandra.
“Dream wedding. Have you ever dreamed of a wedding party what you wanted. Maybe clothes, jewelry or--you understand right?” Verrel doesn't know how to explain because he doesn't know anything about marriage.
“Nothing. Didn't you take care of everything?”
“Yes, I just want to know if there is anything you want at the wedding later.” Both are silent and staring at each other with their minds. They do not love, even hate, but there are things that make them feel attached. Comfortable and in need of each other. Could love be present after they get married?
“I don't think there is, sir,”
“Stop calling me sir. I'm not your master, I'm your husband Mrs Verrel,”
“We are not married, so I am not mistress verrel.” deandra replied.
“Soon. Three more days.”
“What? Three more days?”
“Yes, we're getting married in three days. And until the wedding day, I won't let you out of this house, okay?”
“Ba-lahan.” lowered his face and looked at his fingers as if he was counting. Three days? Why so soon, shouldn't it be another two weeks?
