The widow's sealed
It's crazy
Reza was sitting in a cool style while opening sheet by sheet of paper handed over by Dion. Seyum Reza expanded upon seeing one sheet that caught his attention.
Name: Mia
Origin: Bandung
Age: 23 years old
Married 2 times. First marriage 5 years and divorce is good because it is not suitable. The second marriage was only 10 months and divorced because it was not sanctioned in-laws.
My mother's father is no more. I have no sister and no sister. Not yet have children.
"I want this one" Reza said, giving me a piece of paper.
Dion seized it and lazily read the description of his future wife. Wife-to-be? Ah Dion shuddered at the thought that he was getting married just for losing a bet.
"Huh? It's really bad Za" said Dion.
"What's so evil?" reza asked, holding back a laugh.
"Ish, know ah. Lazy me," said Dion throwing the paper in his hand.
"Heh, that man held his shit," said Reza.
"Yes, but it was Za, not really. I know no" said Dion.
"Loh, this is the youngest. He is 23 years old" Reza said.
"Yes, but his widow twice. You think to yourself, see if he can get divorced twice that." Dion pouted looking at Reza's face which looked like it was mocking him.
"Well, if you don't want that, choose it yourself." Reza handed over the six pieces of paper he had in his hand.
Dion received the paper and was still pouting in annoyance. His regret got to the top, why he could lose and agree to that crazy bet.
Dion's eyes were perfectly rounded when he saw another sheet. Some were the same age as him, but his son was already three. The rest are over Dion. And Dion doesn't want to marry an older man. Dion is 33 years old himself.
"So how?" reza asked when he saw that Dion had given up.
"Yes, that was it" said Dion lazily.
"Yes" said Reza, laughing loudly.
"Go there! Dizziness ah," said Dion.
"Candidate manten do not dizzy. Accept the soul mate that is in plain sight," said Reza.
"Wouldn't you?" dion said as he raised his drinking glass.
"Yes, yeah. This is going home. Waiting for the invitation, Sob," said Reza while running away from Dion.
Dion just looked down annoyed. But his pride would be much more trampled down as he did not dare to keep his promise to Reza. Anyway, in retrospect, there's no harm. Mia is a widow. Even if Dion wants to divorce Mia, he will not deal with his children and parents. Dion sneered cunningly.
A week since Mia filled the paper with a series of questions no logic, Mia was again called by the section chief.
"Excuse me sir" said Mia.
"You're Mia?" ask the section chief.
"Follow me!" said section chief.
"Where sir?" mia asked while following the steps of her section head.
"Mr Dion wants to see you," replied the section chief.
"Mr Dion?" ask Mia.
"Child owner of the central company. This branch company is managed by Mr. Desta's son, Mr. Dion." The section chief replied as he continued to step towards Dion's room.
"Sir, sir, sir," said Mia holding the head's hand. "Sir, what's wrong with Mia? Mia never does anything wrong, Mia also does-" Mia's speech stops instantly.
"Master," said the section chief.
Dion looked at Mia's hand holding the head's hand.
"What is your relationship?" dion asked in an intimidating tone.
"No sir, Mia is an employee at this company," replied the section chief as he let go of Mia's hand.
"Sorry sir" said Mia nervously.
"You, in!" dion said while pointing at Mia. "You, get back to work" he continued, pointing to the head of the other side.
"Okay sir" said the section chief who immediately left the two of them.
"But sir," said Mia.
"Lake in!" dion's orders.
"Ba-good sir," said Mia nervously.
"Sit down!" dion's orders.
Trembling, Mia nodded and immediately sat down. Mia regulated her breathing in order to be calmer. Mia raised her head and looked at Dion until she lowered her head.
Without a sound, Dion observed Mia. For Dion, the first impression on Mia was already very bad.
Flirty widow. Hold it right here. He must be a carpenter. So cheap. How could I marry a woman like this? Reza, this is all because of you.
"Stand," Dion commanded.
Mia stood up immediately. Dion stood up and approached Mia. Mia who felt that there was ill will from the man before her, backed away slowly. But Dion continued forward until Mia stopped and could not retreat again. His body was stuck to the wall. Mia just lowered her head and squeezed the end of her clothes. His heart was pounding unbecoming. Mia read every prayer she could in her heart.
Dion's index finger touched Mia's chin and raised her head.
"Look at me" said Dion.
Mia raised her head and looked at Dion's face. Just two seconds Mia looked back.
Yes Tuhaaan, very handsome. But baby, he's ferociously more than a hungry lion.
"Next week we'll get married" Dion said casually and returned to his seat.
"Huh? You can't just dong," said Mia.
"What?" ask Dion not to believe it.
Mia closed her mouth and shook her head.
"What did you say?" said Dion breaking the table.
Mia held onto the edge of her clothes tightly and shook her head again.
Buu..Please Mia. Huhuhuhu
Dion came back to Mia and raised Mia's face.
"What did you say? Mister? I don't have a son like you" Dion said.
"I'm sorry, sir," said Mia nervously.
"Prepare yourself. Next week you'll come with me to get married" Dion said.
"No way, sir. Mia does not want to marry again. Mia is traumatized" Mia said, shedding tears.
"I didn't ask you whether or not, I'm just telling you that next week we're getting married" Dion said.
"But Mia does not want Mister" said Mia who began to sound sobbing.
"You, reject me?" dion said with a sigh.
"But sir, we don't know each other. How could we get married" Mia said.
"Don't be too confident, you. I just need you to get married. After that, you can choose the right time to get divorced again" Dion said casually.
A divorce? Mia's a widow again? No. gabe. Had enough. Mia would rather die than be widowed a third time.
"How much money do you need?" ask Dion.
"Sorry, Sir. Mia doesn't want to sell herself Mia to be denigrated by Master. Mia quite enjoyed Mia's salary from the factory," said Mia.
"You think, after rejecting me, you can still work at the factory?" threaten Dion's.
Mia looked at the face of the man in front of her.
"It's better for Mia to be fired than to get married and get divorced" Mia replied.
His hatred for divorce, made Mia become very brave to face Dion.
"Nonsensical" said Dion.
Dion opened his suit and threw it in any direction. Loosen his tie and roll his shirt up the elbow.
"Master what do you want? No," cried Mia.
Mia crossed her arms across her chest and dropped her body with increasingly firmer cries. Dion looked at Mia not understanding. But Dion finally realized that Mia thought he would act impudent.
Thank you for giving me the idea hey man.
"Then, marry me or I'll fuck you and expose the news to all the employees. Let you be ashamed," threatened Dion by lowering his body to meet Mia.
"Don't Master, don't. Mia please," said Mia pleading.
"Then are you willing to marry me?" ask Dion.
Mia shakes. "Better, you just kill Mia Sir. Mia does not want to be a widow for the third time. Mia is more likely to die" said Mia.
"There's no choice. You marry me, or you're ready to-" Dion hangs up his words to scare Mia.
"Master, Mia please release Mia. What's wrong Mia?" mia asked with her sobs.
"Whoever is a widow. So I have to marry you" Dion said in frustration.
Dion wakes up and shakes his hair. Dion also slammed everything on his desk. Mia grew even more frightened when she saw Dion like a wild lion going blind.
"If you don't want to marry me, you just kill me. Here, kill me!" yelled Dion gave a scissor to Mia.
Mia is shaking. Her hand rejected the scissors but Dion kept forcing her to accept it.
"Master is enough, sir. Mia was scared," cried Mia as she threw the scissors.
PRAANG
The scissors hit the glass until it broke. Dion and Mia looked at the broken glass and the two looked at each other.
"Mia" said Dion.
Mia lowered. Dion finally tells her all the reasons for wanting to marry Mia.
"But Mia was not involved, Mia was not wrong Sir. Why should it be Mia?" ask Mia.
"Reza chose you" said Dion.
"This is not fair to Mia Tuan" said Mia.
"I don't want any of this either, Mia. Understand" Dion said in frustration.
"Why Mia? Why is Mia's fate like this?" ask Mia.
"Where do I know. All I know is, we're getting married next week. Point, no more rejection" Dion said.
"Mia can't, sir." Mia nodded and continued to cry.
"Mia come. You're howmany? Or do you want a home? A car? Or what do you want?" ask Dion.
"Mia doesn't want it all, sir. Mia just asked, please let go of Mia, sir." Mia begged back.
Amidst his frustration, Dion observed Mia's uniqueness. His face was not too bad, although it was far from fashionable. But Danu never thought why a widow like Mia should reject him so hard? Even when many people begged to be with her, Mia begged to let go.
It crossed Dion's mind that Mia was right. Reza was right to have chosen Mia for her betting materials. Dion finds another way to get Mia to marry him.
"Mia, this is not an order. But consider this my plea to you. Please marry me. Help me," said Dion, dropping his body to plead with Mia.
"Master, sir, wake up. Don't do it" said Mia.
It's gonna work out for Dion in a minute. Let's act better. This woman will definitely melt. I'd rather be embarrassed in front of Mia than more embarrassed if Reza finds out that this woman rejected me. My pride is not just falling, but it can go into freefall in Reza's eyes.
"Just take this as my request as a friend" Dion persuaded.
A fella? Is there really anyone who wants to be friends with Mia? Ah no! That's not the point.
"Master, give Mia some time. This should be Mia think well," said Mia.
Ok, slowly but surely Dion. Facing a woman like this should be patient. He can't be bullied. Must be in a subtle way.
"Tomorrow, I wait for good news from you." Dion still had a pleading face.
"But it can't be that fast" Mia said.
"I don't have much time" Dion said.
"But sir" said Mia.
"Go back to work, and don't try to run away!" said Dion.
Mia nodded and paid her respects to return to the factory
"Mia," call Dion.
Mia who was about to reach the doorway immediately turned around. "Yes, sir." replied Mia.
"You can ask anything from me. We're gonna make a deal. Think of anything that's profitable for you" Dion said.
Mia did not answer. He left the room without any words.
This widow is unique. Selling expensive. He should be thankful that he married me.
After Mia's departure, Dion called back the section chief.
"Master?" said the section chief who was surprised to see Dion's room.
"Silent. Clean up this room. Send him information about the employee and never ask him anything about any of this" Dion said.
Without hearing the section chief's reply, Dion had already left his very messy room. Dion heads to his family's mansion, which was purposely built for Danu.
His arrival was welcomed by the workers in the house. That's how Dion is. Hasn't changed at all. Dion never heeded her greeting and greeting. He just walked into his room.
"For so long he sent the information," grumbled Dion.
Dion laid his body on the bed. Several times he saw his cell phone. Still same. No message from the section chief.
After waiting for twenty minutes, the message finally entered his phone. Dion immediately got up and read the message.
"Mia is a good employee and never makes mistakes during work. Always on time and very disciplined. Living in a rented house not too far from the factory. Work by using a motorbike loan from a friend of his contract."
Miris once, until the motorbike must borrow. After becoming my wife, you can ask anything from me.
Dion suddenly clasped his phone and closed his eyes. The shadow about Mia was dancing in her mind. His face, his attitude, ah everything was still very clear in his head.
Shiiiit. Why these? Maybe I love him? No Dion, stop it. It's insanity. Marrying her was madness. Don't add to your madness. It's all because of Reza.
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