Akira's Old Love & Perfect CEO
S2: Baby 26

"Hallo!" greet the man stiffly, very stiffly. Even with the woman in front of him who also did not know how. Time and distance have ruined everything. Their relationship that was very close like a sibling, as if the bond disappears.

"Sit here!" pinta Akira showed the bench in front of him to his old friend who was still standing awkwardly in front of him.

"Emma! Bring drinks yes, mango juice and black coffee." Akira shouted waving his hand at one of his employees who was visible in the sight of his eyes.

"You still like coffee, don't you?" akira's successful questioning makes Deanno nervous.

Still the same as before, always remember anything small about the people closest to him.

"How are you?"

"good. How're you?" asked the man with many of the worst possibilities like the woman in front of him was still slumped or the other saddest thing flashed in his mind, but...

"Healthy and happy!" answered the woman by displaying both of her dimples which had always made Deanno's heart melt in her making.

Akira was a little strange, Akira felt this was a dream, because the last time the man in front of her was so rude to her. But suddenly this morning, with a new number Deanno told him to meet this afternoon at one of his restaurants in the area around his old house.

Silent.

Must I always be the first one looking for the talk?!

akira grumbled inwardly, Akira hates this awkward atmosphere.

"Sorry" said Deanno who was immediately asked by Akira.

"Why? Oh, must be because the events at the party were the same because you were away from me huh? It's okay, I appreciate your decision to not want to be close to me again." replied Akira softly with his unwilling heart. After all, this man in front of him used to always hear his complaints.

"Not that."

"Continue?"

Deanno was silent for a moment, letting Emma serve their drink only after she began to continue.

"There's something else, I have a big mistake and maybe after this it's you who won't want to see me again."

Deanno closed his eyes for a moment, preparing his heart, mental, eyes and even ears to hear Akira's insults later.

"Yes?"

"You miscarried because of me." she said steadily, with a single breath, but her hands continued to tremble.

"I'm the cause of your rift, me, I'm a cowardly guy who loves you in silence but unfortunately I destroyed you, even in silence."

The corner of Akira's lips lifted, he smiled obliquely. What surprise is this?

"You're not funny, haha.suddenly joking." Akira held his head while laughing at the man in front of him.

"I'm serious, I-I"

"Joking you, not funny, I miscarried yes because of my fault and my husband who was not careful, my household cracked it because!"

"The reality is it's because of me, that's why I'm afraid to meet you, I'm avoiding you because I feel guilty." deanno said in a tone that he pressed on every word so that the friend he loved could seriously hear his confession.

"So this is not funny at all, this nonsense you can not be trusted, your head abis banged what the hell? Mending coffee first let you not digress."

Deanno gawked at Akira's usual speech since then, even though he was very scared and nervous about revealing it.

"Ra, I'm serious."

"So, have a coffee!" Akira kept switching Deanno's talks.

"approximately, please! "

"So, we better talk about something else, hopefully, joking."

"about!"

"You're not a charade-maker, you're a tauk!" seloroh Akira's.

"Ra, I'm seriously horrifying me, all the suffering you're going through is because of a-"

"Deanno!" akira suddenly mentioned his name in a high tone.

"I guess you invited me to meet better want to give me an explanation, why even nonsense continues the heck that I was horrified from you, seriously dong!" akira snapped, now his heart began to fret.

"Yes I want to explain everything, if I'm the stupid one working with Rayrin to separate the two of you, I'm sorry, Ra."

"I have business, next time we say you're sane!" press Akira on the last word, then leave Deanno who went crazy by himself because everything was in vain.

Either he should be grateful or vice versa.

"What the hell are people, strange new also met instead of clear why cake blur, ehh even ngacau!" gerutu Akira while continuing to put his groceries into the basket.

He continued to walk looking for what he needed, to the cashier, paid for it and then came out of the supermarket still with a moody face and a mouth that was still grumbling quietly almost inaudible.

So busy grumbling he did not realize that from earlier there was a woman who kept calling him, only when he wanted to enter his car the woman ran up to Akira.

"You, Akira, right?"

"Eh?"

"My husband's brother?"

"Yes, Fiora. Can we talk?

At that instant, Akira immediately pounded incoherently, because at the wedding Fiora's gaze was exactly with the eyes of her mother-in-law who seemed to dislike her.

"May, but where is it impossible to talk in the parking lot."

And they ended up at home, Akira reasoned that it was almost afternoon, she had to hurry home and prepare dinner for her husband.

Sure enough, he reached home at five in the afternoon,

"What would you like to say?"

"With this situation?" fiora asked uncertainly because she was now sitting in one of the chairs that the housemaid used to sit and eat while Akira was busy cutting vegetables.

"Yes, because if not later my husband dong dong late dinner." said Akira who made Fiora amazed actually, because Akira like an ideal wife. There are many servants in this house, but Akira cooks her own food for her husband.

Or maybe Akira is the ideal wife for his sister? The proof, Farid never wanted to leave Akira even though his mother always insisted.

"You love Farid?"

Akira smiled, stopped his carrot-cutting activities, then laughed crisply.

"Before him, I was in love with his sister, Fio's brother, hehe.. "

Akira tried as much as possible to keep the atmosphere not cold, because Fiora was as flat as her husband.

Even worse than Farid might be, his behavior just like new acquaintance.

Eh indeed new to know anyway, because all this time only ever met, know anyway no!

"Love the guy or the money?" fiora asked slightly sneering.

"Both, if you can, but unfortunately I love Farid more, if the money I just love not love."

akira answered nyeleneh.

"Tck, what's the difference, you know because who's mom in papa's divorce?"

"It was my own fault!" not Akira's voice, Farid's voice isn't either, because it's Farell's.

"Farell!!" call the two women in unison.

"What the hell are you, come straight away to not be polite rich that?"

"I just answered the question of my sister, not one of my sister-in-law anymore, if it was her fault brother-in-law, Brother Farid must have been angry with my sister-in-law since yesterday, I know my brother never misjudged and made a decision."

"Grove! No need to babble your rich teenage son, change his clothes there, keep coming home with brother!"

"Males, eat here too, brother Akira is cool, not rich brother Fiora, stiff rich dry canoebo!" taunting Farell who was immediately rewarded with a sharp shot from Fiora.

Farell ran straight to his room right then and there, not out of fear, but Farell realized he didn't have to interfere.

"Why are all the men in our family siding with you? You play shaman?" fiora's tone was calm, but in her words contained something capable of stinging Akira's heart.

Akira looked for a moment at Fiora sitting down and stirred her rooftop in the pan.

"Where is it possible? What they clearly know is that I'm not wrong, they just justify the right, not blame the right."

"I never told you to stay away from my sister, but if your existence threatens my mother, I won't accept."

"I never threatened my mother, just the opposite." he replied while putting vegetables into his dish.

"You!"

Right at that moment the roar of the vehicle sounded in Akira's ears.

"Bi, please arrange this at the dinner table!" he told Tuti who happened to have just entered the kitchen.

She immediately ran forward, welcoming her husband who had just returned home was witnessed by Fiora who apparently followed her steps.

"This is the same suit as the bag!"

Farid kissed Akira's forehead at a glance,

"Don't let Vishnu."

"Your wife I what Vishnu, usually that too" said Akira half whining.

"Yes, I'm tired, I need a bath" Farid said, embracing his wife's waist and dropping his chin on her shoulder.

While going through the stairs, Farid felt something different, like he caught another figure in his living room, which was adjacent to the stairs.

ish ish iishhh keyboard her cake monyettttt

let's appreciate the effort I make updates by continuing to vote and comment hayoooo

still want to continue but his keyboard again err parahhhhh hueee nyebelin.