Waiting for your Love to Grow

The same Morning

It has been four days now Nabila is in his papa house, and since then every morning, residents of the Dahlan residence can see a black luxury car, parked outside the fence. Yes, the owner of the car was Denis. And the owner of the car was in it, every car was there.

Like this Morning. With a body shivering cold, Denis still faithfully in his car, monitoring one of the residents of Dahlan's house, which is none other than his own wife, Nabila.

After work, Denis will take the time to come to the mansion. Not to chat with his wife, but just steal see his wife's activities. He will spend the night in his car and will leave from there when work time has come.

Nadira flicked the curtain window coverings so that sunlight could enter the second floor of his parents' house. "Are you still not able to forgive Denis? Look there!" Nadira pointed with her chin. "If she doesn't love you, she won't do that stupid thing for days" said Nadira, who left her sister sitting on the couch alone.

Huwekks. Although she was shivering, she forced her body out of the car to remove the contents of her stomach which might only contain water, because since the previous afternoon, she had eaten nothing.

And as usual, it's been a few days now, hearing his master's son-in-law vomit, the dahlan house security came out of the gate and lent rubbing oil to Denis.

"The face of the Lord is very pale. You better just come in. Mr. Dahlan has advised that you can enter at any time" said Satpam.

Denis handed back, the rubbing oil he just used, to the security guard in front of him. "Thank you, Sir. I would go in there if my wife would allow it" Denis said, clutching a sick stomach.

"So I'm just here. You can come back", Denis said again, making the Security Guard return to his place of duty.

The sun has started to rise higher, the heat has started to sting in the skin. Dahlan, who after breakfast, was busy with the documents her secretary sent by e-mail, leaned her back on the back of the chair. For a moment he chose to relax his body, while thinking about the condition of his son number two.

Two days ago, the man, who had wanted to retire, intended to return to Germany to take care of his business, before he later handed it all over to his son. However, he did not do it because it was still hard to leave his daughter who was still unstable.

Dahlan's office door was knocked from the outside by someone. After Dahlan invited the person, who was none other than Nabila, the woman immediately entered Dahlan's room.

"But call Nabila?" Tanya Nabila who just closed the door from inside the room.

"Sit, boy!" Dahlan's orders while dragging the chair he was sitting on, advanced toward his desk.

"When are you here?" Dahlan asked, as her daughter was just sitting in a chair opposite to her with a table boundary, between the two.

Nabila raised her head, looking shocked at the question her Papi had just asked.

"But Papi kicked you out. You can stay here anytime. After all, this house will also be yours", Dahlan immediately interjected, understanding what his son was thinking.

"Only, you have obligations that you must do to your husband. Cook yes, your husband you ask to handle his own needs. Angry may be, but there are limits", Dahlan spoke wisely.

Nabila budged, unable to answer her Papi's question.

"If you don't want to go home, let Denis stay here" Dahlan said.

"It's not a problem staying where Pi is. But I'm not ready to meet Mas Denis. I still have heartache with her,pi" said Nabila with eyes that began to look teary.

"Until when you can be ready, if you don't try to open yourself up. Learn to forgive him", said Dahlan with a tone that began to rise, because Nabila always said that if asked a similar problem.

"I don't know" said Nabila, shaking his head.

"Do you need Papi to help you make a decision?" Dahlan. "You parted ways, it seems better for you" Dahlan said with a stern face.

Nabila was stunned by her papa's words. A second later tears spilled from her eyes.

The sudden sound of the phone, fading the atmosphere of the room that had started to heat up

"What's? Why did you just say" said Dahlan. "Bring her food!Soon!" Dahlan snapped at the person across the phone.

"How's it?" Dahlan asked her daughter, shortly after hanging up the phone.

"The fire is old. Papi just wants to see the papi kids happy. If you are not happy with your husband. Yes, you've ended your marriage. Come with papi to Germany. Papi will take care of you and your son" said Dahlan, holding his hands with hands whose fingers were already intertwined.

"But Pi.", Nabila could not continue his words because more and more tears that wet his face. It can only be as much as it wants.

There was a noise outside Dahlan's work room, making the man whose front hair began to gray up from his seat. "Go ahead and make a decision, don't drag on hurting your husband or yourself" said Dahlan as he walked to the door.

Just as Dahlan managed to open the door, a security guard came up to him gasping for air, as if carrying a heavy load.

"Master, Miss Nabila's husband fainted, sir" the security guard said, pointing to the living room where there was a crowd of servants.

Dahlan walked quickly towards the direction the security guard pointed at while shouting Nadira's name.

"Why is this so?" Dahlan asked as she split the crowd of servants who were around Denis who was now being laid on the sofa.

"So I was going to eat Sir, but it turns out that this Mr. has pingsa in his car. It looks like he has a fever" the security guard said.

"Call the doctor now" Dahlan told the security guard, crouching under the sofa, checking on his son-in-law, who was being compressed by one of the maids.

"Denis why?" Nadira asked who had just joined.

"Fainting, Miss", replied one of the servants, leaving Nadira in shock.

"We moved to the guest room only, Pi" said Nadira who was then followed by his Papi.

Nabila who did not hear what was going on because she was too focused on her sadness, began to move from her seat.

Just as he stepped out the door, there was a swarm of people walking hurriedly towards him, leaving the woman confused.

"What's up, brother?" Tanya Nabila to her brother who passed in front of her, but Nadira did not rubrisnya.

Recognizing who the person in the security guard and waiter walk who had just passed him, Nabila reflexively shouted, "Mas Denis!"

Nabila walked quickly to the body of her husband who was about to approach the guest room. "What's the same with Denis?" Ask Nabila again.

"You make your husband rich like this? Asked Nadira who confronted Nabila's body so as not to enter the room, where Denis was.

"I'm the same Papi who will take care of Denis himself, you don't need to come in here" said Nadira who then closed the door to the room, leaving Nabila who is now only still glued to look at the door of the room that has been closed with sadness.

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Sorry, Author had to break writing yesterday-yesterday because again sick and prohibited to sleep late at night, but usually write late at night 🙏

Don't forget to stop by my other novel "The Price of a Sacrifice (Sita's Love Story)". Now it has started to enter into conflict.

Thanx. Happy Reading's.