Come back (Mister Delon's Beloved Wife)
Prologues
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The wind blows, providing coolness in the heart. Delon suffers from the loss of Zifana, Delon's second wife. The woman he loves.
Of love? Yes, even he loved very much. But unfortunately he only realized when Zifana had left because of Delon's own request. Zifana's departure gave a wound that had broken her heart.
When the blind love of his ex-wife makes the folly in him, the betrayal of his ex-wife also makes him aware of his mistakes. Accept all life lessons with a chest. Sometimes, before getting human happiness is required to work hard.
Delon breathed deeply. No longer want to be a fool for love. For indeed eternal love is only for the divine. The creator of heaven and earth.
Delon stood on the beach staring at the waves that were chasing there, approaching, approaching and wetting his feet.
She tried to smile, though lara was still anchored in the chest. A name enthroned in his mind that is now extolled to the almighty. Zifana aurora Manda's.
His memory drifted far into the past.
"I married and I married Zifana Aurora manda bint Zhein Raharja Winata Sinatria to Arzenio Delon wilantama bin Daud Al Ghozali Wilantama with a dowry of cash of one billion rupiah paid in cash," penghulu.
"I accepted the marriage and her guardian Zifana aurora manda bint Zhein raharja Winata Sinatria with a dowry of one billion dollars paid in cash,"
He answered in one breath and was uttered by the witnesses.
Delon smiled bitterly, his consciousness returning to the present. Delon rubbed his face violently. Staring at the waves that made him a little calm.
"If we are meant to be together, we will meet" he said.
Leave everything to the Almighty, soul mate, die, sustenance is arranged. No need to be depressed thinking about it all. If your wife is still your soul mate she'll come back to you. Your duty is to work and pray, let the final result of God be decisive.
The words of Ustadz Habib, the ustad who became his guide in seeking religious knowledge in recent weeks seemed to mengiang in the mind of Delon.
Delon grabbed a bottle, paper and pen that had been given by Elijah, his adopted daughter. He wrote something on the paper. Put it in a bottle and throw it into a vast expanse of sea. He felt relieved when he managed to throw the bottle. The burden in his heart seemed to be decreasing.
Just then, Grandpa and Andreas his assistant approached towards Delon. They seemed happy to see Delon could rise again after the depression. Two days ago Delon was back in office activities to eliminate everything that made him tense, after six weeks he did not stop the office.
"You better?" ask Andreas.
Grandfather was also between Delon and Andreas.
"I'm good, it would be better if the one who hid my wife immediately returned it to me," he said with a smile and then stepped away.
Uhuk
Grandfather seemed to choke on air when he heard Delon's words as if to insinuate him, Andreas immediately gave his grandfather a drinking bottle.
Delon stood staring in that direction, his hands in his pants pocket, looking at the vast, beautiful blue sky.
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Over there, in the same location. A beautiful woman was waiting for a bottle to come to her.
He grabbed the bottle and opened it.
...If God wants two hearts to be united, He will move them to meet each other, even though distance and time stretch. I believe in HIS power....
The woman gave a beautiful smile. Tears flowed in his mind. Hugging a clean white paper containing heart expressions in his warm embrace.
"I also believe in its power" he said.
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