Come back (Mister Delon's Beloved Wife)
IKTD. My Lovely Wife

"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.

Zifana was still speechless, her neutrals staring towards Delon who seemed to be deliberately waiting. Did Delon seriously replace his car with the car he wanted? I don't know.

"He's your boss?" zifana asked the security guard a little emotion.

"True Miss, the owner of Zif bontique," said the security guard with a mantab.

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Zifana took a long breath. The new Delon Owner? Why Delon? Does it have anything to do with Delon's past grudges against him?

Zifana pressed her heart not to think negatively, she immediately stepped out of the guard post and stepped towards the direction Delon was in.

With a casual step Zifana stepped and passed some people who want to visit Zif bontique. Shortly after, Zifana arrived in front of Delon, standing right in front of Delon.

"Excuse me" Zifana told Delon calmly.

Delon who was originally busy with his cellphone seemed to stand upright and put his phone into his pocket. He looked at Zifana with a smile.

His smile made Zifana take a moment off her gaze and look back at him.

"I want to question the car, why is the car towed? The key is on me, then I park it according to the procedure. Then why...."

"I did it on purpose because I wanted you to get in this car," Delon interrupted Zifana's words quickly. Zifana's thin tone made her impatient to interrupt.

Zifana stopped her speech. Actually it's nice to get what he wants, but his ego seems not to budge, he doesn't want anything from Delon for now.

"I want to buy, not give," he said.

Delon smiled faintly. Walking ahead of Zifana, he knew Zifana must have been furious, upset, the woman had indeed changed well. But his haughty soul, heedless, must exist, and that was what made Delon so fascinated with the woman in front of him.

The woman who has now changed her appearance and made her appearance more enchanting, and certainly Delon more crazy.

"I want to give it to my wife" said Delon, holding out her hand, rubbing Zifana's head.

Zifana was silent, evasive form would not change anything.

"Come in" he said softly as he opened the car door with his left hand, because his right hand was still on Zifana's cheek hiding behind a mask.

"Give the car back" said Zifana.

"I said enter Miss Zifana aurora manda. The real owner of Zif bontique" Delon said with a smile back. Stretching out his hand allowed Zifana to enter.

Zifana's fixated, she still doesn't understand anything. As gently bewitched Delon's words to her, she immediately entered the car. Delon closed the door then turned towards the steering wheel.

Delon was about to run his car, but Zifana looked silent, looking out. He knows a lot of questions that are lodged in Zifana's brain. And he also knew the proud soul of his wife was involved so he did not want to ask her anything.

"What does all this mean?" zifana asked with a cold voice.

"I'm here, why ask there?" not answering, Delon instead switched the conversation.

"Have you forgotten how to speak to others politely?" tanyakanya.

Zifana let out a long sigh then looked towards Delon in annoyance.

"First, give me your account number, I'll pay for the car. Because I buy, not ask. Second, I am no longer the owner of Zif bontique, because my papa has sold him. I don't care if I'm ready for the owner now. So, give it quickly and I'll be gone soon" Zifana said.

"You hear me, Mr Delon?" ask her again to Delon with a slack.

Delon nodded his head, he laughed inwardly at Zifana's annoyance.

"First, I paid for the car. I bought it for my wife" said Delon.

"Don't you think the ZA group is mine, so you transfer the money to me. I just helped to stop him. It belonged to the granddaughter of my grandfather's best friend. So just save your money, because it pays again also ZA party will not want to," said Delon calmly.

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Zifana closed her eyes, she thought Delon used to be a bitch, a gluttonous-mouthed person and very annoying. One who oppresses others because of wealth. However, behind all that, it turns out that he is a sincere person by not trying to master the ZA group.

"Give me your phone" said Delon.

Zifana knitted her brows, she looked at Delon in annoyance. He wanted to curse the handsome man who was his status as her husband.

"No" he answered.

"Okay, we'll be here until tomorrow morning if you don't give it to us" Delon said, staring at Zifana with a smile.

Zifana widened her eyes, she still couldn't take it. Trying to open the car door, but Delon has locked it. A tar? Yeah, he's so upset.

"Mr Delon, don't be rude!" his jolt.

"Don't blame me, I just want to give my best. You should be cooperative so that everything goes smoothly," he said with a winning smile.

Zifana sighed and then gave her phone away with a fuss.

Delon picks up Zifana's phone, Delon types her number and names "My Lovely Husban" Delon smiles. He thought Zifana replaced him, but he didn't. Heart's flowering.

Zifana could only let in and see what Delon was doing. The suddenly annoying guy.

Delon's phone is ringing. Delon turns off his call and gives back to Zifana. Zifana took it, but the net is still

just look at Delon's activities.

Delon opened the call log and saved the contact with the name "My lovely Wife" Delon also deleted Zifana's old contact named "My Wife" Zifana turned her face away. There was a red tinge in his face. Be happy? I don't know.

Delon who glanced towards Zifana seemed to be typing something. Zifana who felt receiving the message immediately opened. He thinks it's from the office guy.

I Am sorry for all the wrong things I did. You are the best wife in this world. Please forgive me. I love you, honey.

How surprised he was when his naughty hand opened a message from Delon that made his heart as if splashed with ice water. Very soothing.

I'm sorry for all the wrong things I did. You are the best wife in the world. Please forgive me. I love you my wife.

Zifana closed her eyes, and her heart was very happy.

"I have not yet prayed magrib. The time is running out, you should immediately find a mosque, because I still have appointments with others after this," said Zifana a little subtly.

"Hem, I will faithfully escort you" said Delon.

Zifana widened her eyes, Delon seemed to be intentionally with all of this. Not wanting to answer much because it would certainly cause debate, Zifana chose Silence. While Delon runs the luxury car calmly.

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