Being the Blind CEO's Bride
Meet Alana

After a long conversation with the father, he went back to Ayana who was opening her mouth wide, because of drowsiness.

"Sorry to keep you waiting" he said as he approached Ayana and sat right on her left side.

Ayana replied with an awkward smile. "Can we go home?" he asked, because he was tired of being there, even the father-in-law did not greet him at all.

Ayana's husband is bearded. "Yes, we're going home now. I'm tired too", he said with an uninspired face.

They also got up from their seats. Then walk to the door to the outside.

The father-in-law really did not say hello to Ayana, even until they were outside the house. His father-in-law just stared from the 2nd floor the departure of the child and his daughter-in-law.

"Why is dad still letting him do office work?" ask Richard, Ayana's sister-in-law.

Baron, the father-in-law grinned. "Look at it later. He is still useful" he replied.

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On the way home, Dave, her husband Ayanas relentlessly contemplating orders from her foster father. Do I have to do as Papa commands? Ask confused in the mind.

"My husband!" call Ayana, until she breaks her daydream.

"Em, what's wrong?"

Seeing Dave's response, Ayana was a little shocked. "Is there a problem?" tanyakanya.

Aware of his words made Ayana suspicious, Dave immediately changed his facial expression. "Owh, I'm just tired" she replied with an awkward smile.

Is there really nothing he's hiding? Why do I always feel so foreign when I'm around him? Inner Ayana. He threw away his gaze outside the window, enjoying the glittering beauty of the city lights, until he finally fell asleep.

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The next morning Ayana found herself already on the bed. "Where's my husband?" he asked when he could not find Dave by his side. Ayana got up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom. "He's not here" he said. Suddenly, his phone rang. He ran to get his cell phone. "Why did he call?" ayana asked when she saw the name of the contact on her phone screen was Dave, her husband.

"Hello my husband", replied Ayana as she climbed onto the bed and dropped her body weight there.

"Darling, I'm sorry I didn't wake you. This morning there was a sudden meeting, so I left early in the morning" Dave said in a hurry.

"Owh, it's okay", said Ayana while leaning her back.

"Okay, it's a long time ago baby", continued Dave. Then he hung up the phone after Ayana replied to him.

Ayana put her phone back on the nightstand. Then he let out a long sigh while staring at the ceiling of his room, but a moment later his hearing was interrupted by the sound of a child's laughter. "What is Farid?" tanyanya muttering. He got up from the bed and ran towards the window of his room.

"Farid!" her screams called out to the boy who had met her in the garden.

Felt his name in the call Farid celingak celinguk looking for the source of the sound.

"Farid, wait there!" the door ran outside the room. Then he went down the stairs and continued his steps towards the outside of the house. His steps were getting faster when he was already outside the gate.

"Well!" said the middle-aged woman who was holding Farid with glaring eyes.

"I'm sorry, my name is Ayana Bu, not Alana", said Ayana with a smile. She thought the woman mispronounced her name.

The woman grabbed the phone from inside the carry bag she always carried when she was out of the house. "This is your picture!" point the woman at the photo on her phone.

"I finally found you!" the woman replied with a sigh of relief.

Ayana frowned while looking at the woman holding Farid's hand. "What does mom mean?"

"The story is a little complicated. How about you go with mom to the stall", take her.

But Ayana did not reply to the woman's invitation. The advice of the husband so as not to be invited by anyone makes him remain vigilant.

"Come, kid. Bude has to rush to the stall!"

"Em, next time, bude. There is still a lot of work at home" Ayana said with an awkward smile.

"Tante come with me. Grandma's cuisine is delicious lo", persuaded Farid. But Ayana still insisted on not coming along.

"okay, kid. If you need anything, just call Bude", bargain the middle-aged woman. "You recorded the bude number, yes", he continued while giving his cellphone.

"Okay, bude" Ayana replied. Then she put her contact number on the woman's phone. "My number is already on the bude's phone" he said shortly after he finished calling his own contact number. Then Farid's grandmother grabbed her phone and kept it back.

"We go first" he said, clasping Farid's hand.

Ayana looked suspiciously at Farid's grandmother, as she relentlessly looked back as she walked towards Farid.

"Did that mother know me?" he muttered while staring at the departure of Farid and his grandmother with a sad look. After their shadows were not left, Ayanah moved from her standing position, and walked into the gate.

While Farid's grandmother looked happy after meeting Ayana. ",I must tell Kenzo immediately, he must be happy" he muttered, which Farid could still hear.

"Who's granny speaking?" the typical question is the voice of a small child with his innocent face.

The grandmother gently rubbed Farid's smacking hair. "Nobody dear", he answered softly. He knows Farid misses his mother who went ahead of them a month ago in an accident.

"Owh, Farid thought grandma was talking about mom" said her tiny lips with a look of hope.

The grandmother carried Farid in her arms. "Farid misses mom?" his question was countered with a nod by Farid. "Tomorrow we go to mother's grave huh", he continued which made Farid happy. Then they walked back until they reached the shop.

"Why did it come so long?" asked Farid's grandfather with an unhappy look.

"Yes, sorry", replied the grandmother guiltily. "So your granddaughter didn't want to stay, so we packed a little while" she replied, giving Farid breakfast.

"Grandfather was just a little tired of serving the buyers who came" Farid's grandfather explained.

"Grandfather, grandma wants to tell you one thing" said Farid's grandmother along with the arrival of buyers.

"Later the story! Serve the buyer first", said Farid's grandfather while asking the buyer's wishes.

"But, cake", interrupted Farid's grandmother. He who is forgetful does not want to delay telling the good news that he wants to tell the grandfather immediately.

"I told you, later!" the grandfather spoke in a whispering voice, but quite firmly.

While helping to include the ingredients of the chicken porridge the grandmother told me. "So my grandmother met Alana" he said, which made the grandfather shocked. Chicken porridge sauce almost spilled on his hands.

"Grandfather told you, it'll be the story!" repeat the grandfather in a resentful tone. But a moment later he changed his face so as not to disturb the buyers.

Grandpa freak, grandma just wants Alana's story just afraid of forgetfulness. The grunt inside.