Come back (Mister Delon's Beloved Wife)
IKTD. Divided in two

Delon's heart was beating violently.

"That voice" said Delon.

The two who had originally slightly bowed their bodies and stretched out their hands immediately stood up straight. The two look at each other.

Delon's heart was beating violently, he thought it was the sound he missed. The voice belonged to Zifana manda, one who managed to break his heart.

However, standing next to her was a hijab-wearing, glamorous woman, wearing sunglasses and also masked. Her style is similar to that of Marvel Raditia's wife and her best friend.

The two stared at each other, Delon looking silent. The woman shifted her eyes.

"This how? The phone's only one, for Mister or Miss?" ask the seller who looks confused.

"For Miss, just,"

"For the Master,"

The two are in unison, both seem to be facing back. Delon tried to stare closely at the two eyeballs behind the sunglasses. However, of course he was unable to see the look in the eyes behind the sunglasses.

Laughter came out from two people who seemed to be giving up on each other. If this was the old Delon, it might have been angry. But right now, with all her heart she was holding back emotions, trying to control herself. Learn to respect others, especially women. Zifana his wife left him because of his bad speech, his wrong behavior. He doesn't want to make the same mistake.

The seller seemed to be knitting his brows, the masked woman looked up at the calm and very handsome looking Delon. Beautiful eyeballs are so shady, clean and dazzling face. Makes the woman look amazed.

A moment later the woman stared at the merchant and stared at the one pack of klepon.

"Let's just say, we want each other. How about split in two?" he said it looks wise.

Delon furrowed his brows, the voice still teasing him. Sometimes different, sometimes similar. Hais, Delon seemed to shake his head. Trying to pull over. He's like this because he misses Zifana.

"It looks like you don't have to bother, I can eat other foods" Delon said calmly.

"I don't feel bothered, sir. Eating just a little bit of food has relieved my heart. These few days I left a lot of food, just a little tasting. And not good, right? Instead of our share of redundancy, don't you also want to?" tanyanya looks sincere.

Delon, who could not resist, shook his head, because he wanted this food. These few days he had no appetite either. Even he wanted to eat only chicken soup, and fried rice. That was also said bi Nur from the neighboring apartment.

A new neighbor who this month occupies the apartment. Indeed during the treatment, Delon who chose in the apartment was accompanied by Bi Nur.

He who has difficulty eating since depression only wants to eat when getting food from his new neighbor. A new neighbor whose face looks like anything doesn't know either. The food she was given, she tasted very similar to the taste of the cuisine created by Zifana.

"Okay, but I paid" said Delon. The woman shook her head. Delon knitted his brows.

"No, I paid. But instead I ask you to help me meet with the CEO of Wilantama group, what can I do? Looks like you're one of the Wilantama family group," said the woman calmly.

"This is Miss, sir," said the merchant, and gave Delon and the woman two plastic bags.

The woman paid and did not receive the change.

"Rezeki for mom, just take it," he said calmly.The woman's speech made Delon look at him enthusiastically.

His memory was fixed on Zifana, the woman who never used a penny from the atm he gave.

"Come, I'll take you to meet him" said Delon, looking calm.

The woman nodded her head. Following Delon's steps behind him. He looked at that straight back. Very reassuring of his feelings.

Andreas stood staring at the hijab-wearing woman and the handsome man. He smiled and took a picture then sent on one contact on his phone. I haven't seen Delon laugh in a long time.

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Delon walked gallantly, while the woman behind him seemed to follow in the footsteps of Delon who now opened the door of the CEO's room.

"Please Miss" said Delon.

The woman nodded and entered the room. The room is so neat, spacious, very comfortable. He was here just this time.

Her net circulated, her gaze fixed on one large wedding photo on the wall right in front of her. The man now standing in front of her, along with a woman without a hijab. Smile, but be forced.

"Please sit down" said Delon. The woman looked at Delon.

"So you're the CEO?" tanyakanya.

Delon stepped up and sat on his swivel chair.

"Yes, I happen to be the CEO of the Wilantama group" he replied.

The woman nodded her head.

"I Owner PT. Sakura," said the woman.

Deg

The originally calm Delon now looked tense, his net staring towards the woman. If this is the Owner of PT sakura, wouldn't it be a car? What if he insisted on having the car delivered today?

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