Come back (Mister Delon's Beloved Wife)
IKTD. It's Takes Time

Zifana closed her eyes, feeling tight, lara, happy. Everything was mixed into one in his mind.

Zifana let go of Delon's embrace as she improved a little. He wiped his tears and retreated for a moment. The two looked at each other, though awkward and suddenly like strangers.

"Zifana, return. I'm sorry, we knit dreams together. We knit happily together, until later," said Delon while holding Zifana who will move from his place. Not brushed off Delon's hand as before, but Zifana was cold.

"Me" Zifana stopped her words. What's he gonna say? Even he himself could not think. What's on his mind right now, where's Elijah? Where is Delon's ex-wife, whose face is still unknown?

Delon seemed to be waiting for Zifana's response, looking at Zifana with a look in her shady eyes.

"I need time, give me time to think about this" Zifana said calmly. Highlight his shady eyes looked at the face of Delon who now seemed to nod nod his head heavily. He took off Zifana slowly.

"OK," said Delon.

Zifana glanced at her watch which showed at 17:40, the sound of the magrib echoing made Zifana look at Delon.

"Sorry Brother, I have to say goodbye. Already magrib too, I still have an appointment with a friend after the magrib later," said Zifana looked awkward.

Delon smiled and took the owner's door access. He walked towards the door and opened the door.

Zifana stepped up and almost walked out the door. But Delon draws Zifana's hand until the two are dealt a perfect face-off. Zifana looked up at Delon.

"Be careful, I hope you wait for me downstairs" said Delon as he slowly kissed the top of Zifana's head and then stepped out ahead of Zifana.

Zifana stared at the departure of Delon who did not want to go anywhere. What does Delon mean? Actually there are still many questions in Zifana's mind to Delon, but at this time he is unable to express it. Zifana puts her hand in front of her chest. He felt a great comfort even though his heart was beating irregularly.

"O Allah, give me your guidance" said Zifana.

Zifana put on the mask again and came out of the owner's room. Nor would his employees who used to recognize him for now.

Zifana walked towards the parking lot, she was confused when she found her car was not there. Where's car? Wasn't he parked here?

Zifana felt tightness, wanted to quickly pray magrib. There are even things that are not desirable. Panicked Zifana immediately headed to the security guard to question where her car was.

"Yes, can I help you?" tanyakanya.

"Sir, my car is gone. I parked there, you know?" tanyakanya.

"Police number xxxxx?" ask the security guard.

"Yes, that's right" said Zifana looking relieved.

"Sorry Miss, our boss asked for a tow truck to take your car," said the security guard calmly.

Zifana knitted her brows in disbelief. How could? He seemed unimpaired, his haughty soul seemed to rise again.

"Sir, I parked according to the procedure. Then why bring it?" he said it looked emotional.

"Sorry Miss, we just give the order" he said.

Zifana seemed to shake her head. Insolence, he thought.

"Who is your boss? Let me meet him!" his jolt.

"He's over there" said the security guard.

Zifana who was furious looked turned to the direction where the security guard pointed. He saw a handsome man leaning against a luxurious car he wanted so much.

The man plays his cell phone, wears sunglasses, suits in tune with the shirt he is wearing. Zifana seems fascinated by the appearance of an Arzenio Delon wilantama.

"Sir Delon asked you to go there, because he wanted to replace it with that car," said the security guard who was very clear in his ear.

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