Waiting for your Love to Grow

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"Prakkkkk" The hard punch on the dahlan's face made the man slightly stumble.

When he entered the restaurant, Dahlan asked his entire bodyguard not to follow him. Therefore, no wonder, Fendi easily hit his father.

"Fendi stop!" Shouted Nabila to his sister who several times managed to beat his papi while shouting curses on the old man. He approached Fendi hoping that the young man would stop his actions. Unfortunately, his efforts did not work.

Fendi still wanted to hit back at the man in front of him, even though the man was already in pain. Until a body makes itself a shield for the man he calls the papi. And able to hold Fendi not to continue the action.

"It's Fendi, already! Don't hit papi again. If you want, hit the big brother", cried Nadira while hugging the still strong body of her papi to stand. The woman is crying loudly now.

"Leave it, baby. Provided with this he can forgive papi" said Dahlan, calming his daughter down. Nadira shook his head

"Sorry! Don't dream! I will never forgive baj****n like you", Fendi still tried to pull Dahlan's clothes despite Nadira's attempts to get in her way, even Nabila pulled the young man's hand so as not to hit their father back.

"Depart, brother!" Shouted Fendi to her brother. "This man should not have you pitying. A man who would abandon his family to run away with a pe**** who wanted to drain his property" he added.

"Prakkk" Nabila's palm fell hard on her only brother's cheek, making Fendi stop moving. It looked shocked and sad on his face, finding such treatment from the brother who loved him so much all along.

Fendi violently shook her brother's hand, then stepped away from the restaurant. And Nabila just let his sister go.

Really wanted the woman was chasing her sister, but her knees felt numb when she realized her actions earlier. He was still stunned by his actions just now, and regretted hitting his sister.

Nabila and Nadira immediately petrified her papa to walk and sat her wounded body on the sofa. "Battle is okay" asked Nadira worriedly. Dahlan just shook his head.

"You shouldn't have come here before, I sent a message to Brother Dira. Why are you still insistent here" said Nabila with a language that is still formal because it is still trying to keep a distance with the papi.

"I want to see my son too. He's not wrong, I'm wrong. It is true that I have abandoned you", said Dahlan sadly.

Some of Dahlan's bodyguards broke into the restaurant. It seemed like they already knew the condition of his battered master, judging from their worried faces.

"I'll catch up with Fendi, maybe he's still ahead. Sorry for my sister's actions", said Nabila who immediately stepped away without waiting for a response from Dahlan who was still surrounded by his men.

Sure enough Nabila's prediction. When his eyes tried to observe the parking lot in front of the spacious restaurant, he still found the vehicle that had brought him to this place was still not moving from its original position.

The woman definitely stepped closer to Fendi's car, then tried to see the contents through the side glass of the car. Seemed there Fendi was immersing his face in both hands folded and resting on the steering wheel of the car.

Nabila ventured to knock on the car glass. Just three beats, it was able to make Fendi raise his head and look at his brother.

But instead of opening the glass of his car, Fendi actually turned on the engine of his car. Slowly but surely, he chose to leave the parking lot with his troubled mind. The voice of the brother who repeatedly called his name, he did not mind at all.

Nabila had thought to follow his sister home, but with some consideration, especially to maintain the emotions of his mother, he decided not to go there.

While riding a taxi, Nabila now directs her journey to her husband's office. For some reason, the woman suddenly wanted to meet her husband, but only a few hours ago they separated.

From entering the office lobby, his employees kindly greet him, not infrequently those who sit finally stand to honor the wife of the number one person currently in the company.

Nabila planned to meet her husband directly, but because of the information she got, the husband is currently in a meeting, she turned towards the 18th floor. The place where he used to spend his time blackmailing his mind to help the progress of this company.

When Nabila entered the room where he and his team used to work, everyone in the room was excited like the arrival of a great guest. They spend time chatting lightly, joking and sharing a little knowledge about work.

Until unconscious, when he saw the clock in his hand, it turns out he had spent 1 hour in that place. Feeling her husband was done with his meeting, Nabila said goodbye to go to her husband's room.

However, again he had to be disappointed because the person he was looking for was not found in the room that had just opened the door. With a feeling of annoyance he dropped his body on the sofa in Denis' room.

Somehow Nabila who is usually very patient, this time was so upset with trivial problems. While grumbling, he scrolled the screen of his phone, observing the activity on social media to eliminate his sense of regret.

Sitting quietly just observing the cell phone, saturates the woman and eventually falls asleep. To the point of not realizing her husband had just finished his business, he had now entered his office.

Denis, who had just been sitting in a swivel chair behind his desk, with a look that looked so tired, suddenly just develop a big smile when he saw there was a body that he was very familiar with was curled up on the sofa.

Without waiting for long, he got out of his chair and approached Nabila who was still sound asleep.

"Honey" whispered Denis near Nabila's ear. However, the woman did not respond.

Denis kissed some parts of his wife's face and head that afternoon seemed so adorable to him. Until he managed to make Nabila squirm his body, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Honey", said Nabila with a hoarse voice and spoiled.

"Hemm", Denis answered briefly.

"Why so long, let's go home!" Nabila said while slipping her hand into her husband's arm and her head resting on the man's shoulder.

Denis frowned, but there was a happy split with his wife's attitude at the time. Because Nabila all this time did not like to spoil, it was he who often spoiled his wife.

Denis peaked Nabila's head for a moment. "Mas, there's still a bit of work to be done. You wait here for a minute, okay? After the mas is done, we go home" Denis said very gently.

"No want! Now home!" When she got up from her seat, she was about to walk away. However, Denis quickly held him back.

"A little while, yeah! Because later tonight Arsyad will be taken to see a client. Also, you don't have to bring work home, yes!" Pinta Denis with softening voice. While his hands were still faithfully coiled around his wife's waist.

"Truly just a moment!" Said Nabila with his look that was still pouting.

"Yes, baby" Denis said, then gave a soft kiss on his wife's lips, making the woman want to give up to sit back on the sofa he just left.