Come back (Mister Delon's Beloved Wife)
IKTD. Don't force

If this is the Owner of PT sakura, wouldn't it be a car? What if he insisted on having the car delivered today? From the center, it has not been clear.

"PT Sakura?" delon asked enthusiastically and was embraced by the hijab-wearing woman.

"That's right," said the woman.

"So this is sir...."

"Delon, call me Delon" said Delon as she stopped and confused what she was calling him.

The woman smiled and nodded her head. He breathed deeply.

"Okay, Mr. Delon. Introduce, I'm Manda," he said softly. Delon looked to be frowning his brows.

"Manda?" inner Delon. Like a familiar name.

"So I booked a car in ZA group. The agreement with Mr. Andreas will be sent today, but I have communicated with him, he said that the car ordered has not come. But I came to ZA to find the car I wanted" he said calmly.

"So you mean?" asked Delon enthusiastically.

It seemed like he really could not be forced, he still did not want to give the car to the woman in front of him if he asked for it.

"I want to send the car there to PT Sakura" said the woman calmly.

"But I'm sorry, it's not a car that's on sale" Delon said calmly.

"Twice as much, I'll pay" said the woman.

Delon seemed to tighten his hands, he did not need money. For him the car was specifically for Zifana. She saw Zifana after the advertisement, staring at the car full of cravings. He knew his wife wanted the car.

"Sorry, don't force Miss. The car is for women, and I won't sell it. Triple even though I will not let go, if you do not want to wait, you cancel also does not matter. If usually DP does not return, this time you can get his Dp," said Delon calmly as opposed to the woman's speech.

He smiled cynically. He was going to PT Sakura, but the owner came here. He doesn't want to be too pushy, if he doesn't want to wait, being canceled might be better.

The woman seemed to close her eyes, she was eager to get in the car. Her tears were flowing, she was very crybaby these few days.

"Okay, if not. Thank you, dear Mr. Delon," said the woman, standing up.

"I'm sorry, Assalamualaikum," he said, then turning his steps toward the exit. Delon looked silent, he knew the woman was disappointed. There was sadness in his mind. Why does he seem so unbearable?

At the same time, Andreas almost opened the door. He looked at the woman. Andreas could clearly see the disappointment of the woman who hid her face behind those glasses and masks.

The woman passed by just like that, Andreas looked at the back of the woman who was currently moving away from the CEO's room.

"You cancel the order, I don't care" said Delon, who noticed Andreas' arrival, as Delon stood staring at the towering building around Wilantama group.

"But De, I can't just undo it" Andreas argued.

"I can't force him to wait for her" Delon said.

"You don't feel sorry for him? He was eager to get in the car, De" Andreas said.

"Unless you tell me where Zifana is, then I'll take the car off" Delon said, looking at the confused Andreas. Andrew looked at his boss in disbelief.

"I don't know" he answered.

Delon breathed deeply.

"You sure?" ask Delon. Andreas was silent again.

"Are you actually working for me or my grandfather? I'm sure you and grandpa are hiding something from me" Delon said.

Andreas looked speechless he averted his gaze. The more Delon was convinced something was wrong with his best friend.

"I work for the Wilantama group, which means I work for you, your grandfather, and Aunt Amel" Andreas said.

Delon closed his eyes, he really did not understand the way of Andreas' mind. Delon picked up his phone and called out one name in his contact.

"Halo De, Assalamualaikum" said Radit's voice. The man now gives milk to his beloved son. Nada also received a call beside her.

"Marvel, is there time? Can I meet you later at the restaurant near my apartment?" delon asked his best friend.

"Night, I have time" he replied.

"Take your time, I want to talk to you a lot" Delon said.

"OK, but come home. You know, I can't leave my baby Dirly" she said.

Delon smiled and nodded his head.

"Okay, I'll be there tonight, assalamualaikum," he said, then hung up his phone.

"Waalaikumsalam," replied Radit then gazed towards Nada who had also just closed her phone.

"That's Delon?" ask Nada. Radit nodded.

"It looks like we have become a place to confide in two longing hearts" said Nada with a beautiful smile.

Radit chuckled and kissed the top of his wife's head slowly.

"I'm back in the office, heart at home. Don't fuss baby," Radit said then waltzed away.

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In an office space that says PT. Sakuea. The company that produces jewelry, an elderly person is sitting in the room of the Owner.

The owner hasn't been around since morning, neither has the apartment. His worry was lost when he found a photo submission from his grandson's personal assistant who managed to make his smile expand.

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