Come back (Mister Delon's Beloved Wife)
IKTD. Zif Bontique's

Grandpa Wilan stared at his phone and smiled as a call from Zifana entered his phone. Soon the elderly man raised a call from his son-in-law's granddaughter.

"Hello Zifa,"

"Hello, Assalamualaikum Cake. Grandpa's in the office?" ask for voices in the room.

"Vaalaikumsalam Zifa. Yeah, you're right. Grandpa's in the office, you know, grandpa was worried there wasn't you. Not even in the apartment, but Grandpa was happy when he saw you meeting Delon" said Grandpa Wilan.

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Zifana closed her eyes.

"So grandpa knows? It must be Andreas' work," Zifana thought.

"Zifa only asked for car orders" he said.

"And Delon won't give it to you, will he?" ask Grandpa who already knew the car was special for Zifana.

Zifana. Delon's words are still clear in his ears that the car is for special people.

"Grandfather is right" he answered.

"Zifa,"

"Yes,"

"ZA group is yours. Even which car you want, you can wear it. Just so you told Delon that you were the granddaughter of Grandpa's best friend. All you talk to Delon, you speak well, so that your problems can be solved," Grandpa Wilan said calmly, trying to tear apart the fortress of Zifana built to get away from Delon.

Zifana closed her eyes, telling Delon that she was the granddaughter of her grandfather's best friend? He has not been able to clearly meet with Delon. His heart still ached, afraid, he did not want to get sick the umpteenth time.

"That's just grandfather's advice, it's not good to be drawn into anger, not grandpa defending one of you. Grandpa just wants the best for granddaughter granddaughter" he said.

Zifana opened her eyes, she sighed deeply, trying to think clearly.

"Zifa will think about cake later" he said. Zifana did not want to argue much, calling Delon's name alone was very torturous. But to go he was not able to, Grandpa Wilan obliged himself to tell Delon first if he wanted to go according to his determination. As a result he played hide and seek like this.

"Hem, may Allah make Zifa easy. Oh yeah, what did you call Grandpa?" asked Grandpa Wilan as he glanced at the clock that already showed at 16:00.

"Amin, Zifa wants permission to come out of the cake, Zifa wants to go to Zifa's house. All of you stop by, because Zifa just finished studying at a mosque not far from her home, does grandfather allow it? " ask Zifana calmly.

Grandpa Wilan sounded a long sigh.

"Yes, grandfather allowed. Happy always Zifa," said Wilan's grandfather. Zifana smiled, tonight she wants to go to Nada's house, she has just finished her studies with the Hafizah who guided her during her religious studies.

Indeed, all along, the one who helped Zifana rise up, even strengthening Zifana was Nada. The confused Zifana had to how to answer grandfather's wishes, then choosing to contact Nada. Ask for solutions to the problems experienced. Remembering Nada was the only good person she knew.

"Thank you grandpa, assalamualaikum," said Zifana then close his phone.

Zifana put her phone in a bag, now her net is staring at a 3-story building that says "Zif bontique". His favorite store is now owned by no one. A shop that was built with great difficulty. He intentionally stopped here.

Zifana stared sadly, she missed the boutique that used to be hers. Zifana breathed deeply. There is a former personal assistant who still had time to contact a few weeks ago. But Zifana seemed to dodge and change her phone number. Of course to remove any traces from Delon as well.

Zifana stepped in, she wanted to dispel the longing by visiting there. It seems like the atmosphere is very crowded. Maybe the arrival of an important person, Zifana thought. He slowly opened the door and was greeted by several employees.

"Welcome to Zif bontique," one employee said.

Zifana was silent, even her name was still the same. Zifana looked in disbelief, but a moment later stepped in, her netting looked in amazement at the contents of the room that had not been changed at all. Still the same, it just looks neat. Even the picture of him is still neatly plastered there.

Tears are flowing, how can it be? Who's owner? Why not change it? In fact, the clothes made are clothes that become his taste. Zifana felt a crashing tightness. Tears were dripping behind his black glasses. Yes, as usual he uses a mask and also glasses.

Zifana stood up, looking calmly at her private room on the second floor. His mind drifted somewhere, not even focusing.

Until some people seemed to flock from the other direction and seemed to grab the attention of the visitors Zifana was not aware. He was still standing in the middle of the road. Other visitors have conditioned themselves.

"Sorry, Miss Manda. Can you step aside for a second?" someone's voice seemed to surprise him.

The surprised Zifana immediately turned her steps, she wanted to face towards the voice that clearly called out the pseudonym she had just uttered to someone this morning. Then who called him? Is the person he was treating yadi early in the morning here? what are?

Zifana who turned her steps back seemed unbalanced, her legs twisted so much that it made her stagger backward. He was surprised, he almost fell. Zifana closed her eyes. He's afraid of falling.

But soon someone in front of him pulled himself in his arms.

"You've survived Miss Manda, you can let go of your embrace" said the man in his flat voice.

Zifana slowly opened her eyes, looking at the man who was very close to her. Even this scene was very intimate. He put his hand around the guy's neck. The man grabbed Zifana's waist. The two stared at each other.

Aware of the surrounding conditions, Zifana immediately took off her embrace.

"Sorry," he said.

Her net was staring at the man in front of her. His heart beat violently when he realized that in front of him were Delon, Andreas, and several other important clients. The net also looked at the eyes of many people who seemed to look at him with fear, pity and some were furious.

"Other times the focus is on Miss, you can harm yourself if you daydream a lot like this" Delon said then stepped away followed by Andreas and his entourage. Delon smiled a faint smile as he passed Zifana who still looked nervous.

Zifana let out a long sigh, she stepped away, her heart beating unruffled. Being in Delon's embrace made him comfortable and calm. Honestly, from the morning with Delon he wanted this. Hugged, even for a moment. And right now, his heart was relieved to get what he wanted even in such an embarrassing way.

Zifana stepped away, accompanied by the gaze somehow from the employees and other visitors.

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