Come back (Mister Delon's Beloved Wife)
IKTD. Zif Bontique 2's

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

Zifana continued her steps to the second floor. There are some accessories sold. There are many visitors who come on the second floor.

Zifana who was still feeling happy, sad, tight in her mind seemed to close her eyes. For him getting a hug from Delon gives happy and hurt simultaneously.

Zifana patted her chest tight, leaning against the wall. Zifana rubbed her tears, she came here to seek calm. Then why is it like this?

Zifana let out a long sigh, almost taking a step. But her steps came to a halt when Elisha, her personal assistant once, stopped approaching her.

"Sorry Miss, can you please help me for a moment? I'm kebelet" he told Zifana. Elisha looked at himself.

Zifana looked averted, hoping that Elisha would not recognize her.

"What can I help you with?" ask Zifana enthusiastically.

"Please put this flower in Owner Zif bontique's room, over there. Thank you in advance Miss," said Elisha while handing over the red roses. Elisha was in a hurry to go half-run.

"But Miss," Zifana shouted as if she had not been heard.

Zifana stared at the red rose she was now carrying. Red roses are her favorite flower.

"Did the owner like flowers like this?" Zifana again felt a tightness in her mind. Zifana flips that beautiful flower arrangement.

"I feel like you're not far from me" said Zifana reading the words in the flower arrangement.

Zifana felt a very tightness, why did she remember Delon while reading the writing without the identity?

Her shadow drifted far away, on the rose that Delon had sent for her at that time.

Just feel that you are in my heart.

The writing in the flower that was then identified Delon under the word word.

Zifana shook her head, she must not be weak. Can't cry. He had better put the flower down immediately at Elisha's request.

Zifana stepped towards the direction of Owner Zif Bontique's room. Slowly Zifana opened the door that was not in the key, Zifana stepped in, her neutrals observing the room. The room he designed was so comfortable. His heart feels pias. Having to lose what he fought for long ago by force, it was a very painful thing for him.

Now, the shadow of Papa, brother, mother, grandfather, grandmother, everything is like in front of his eyes. Draining the tears she had been keeping. Why is fate cruel to him? Why did the papa? Why is her brother so evil? Is this the reason his grandfather wouldn't give them the company? Zifana's heart is so crowded, even married also faced with various difficulties.

Zifana is surprised, she stands up and sees Delon now coming out of the secret door that connects her room with the private warranty door of owner Zif bontique.

"Who's Delon?" thought.

Zifana put her glasses back on, she looked at Delon who now looked at herself calmly.

"I'm sorry, I just came here to put this flower" Zifana said nervously and then placed the flower on the table.

"I'm sorry" he said, wiping his tears and walking towards the exit.

Zifana tried to open the door, but unfortunately the door was locked from the front. Zifana looked confused, he looked at Delon who now seemed to stand up and put his hands in front of his chest. Staring at that puzzled looking Zifana.

"Master can open the door?" tanya Zifana held back the turmoil of the feeling behind the grief that whack. Just one tear, her tears will flow.

Delon remained silent, staring at the woman in front of him intensely. Actually, he already knew that the woman who said she was Manda, was his wife Zifana. Starting from Zifana perfume that he is very familiar with. Highlight those beautiful eyes that were able to pierce through his heart, even his heart could not be lied to.

To prove that, Delon accidentally met Zifana below, pulled Zifana in his arms. From there he was convinced that it was his wife. At that moment, Delon asked Elisha to find a way to get the hijab woman into his room.

However, right now he felt Zifana was very far away. Like a stranger calling him Sir. Delon felt the same pain, he wanted to get it all done. He was no longer willing to let go of Zifana before it was all clear.

"Master can open the door? I want to go out" said Zifana again with an irregular beating heart.

Delon stepped up, approaching towards Zifana. Forward and forge ahead, making Zifana nervous. The pain completely tormented him as Delon continued to draw closer towards him.

"Stop," said Zifana. The fortifications seemed to be torn apart. Her tears were shed without being asked.

Delon looked at his wife's face. There was a sense of staggering clutter at this sight. Unwillingly, this woman was crying.

"I won't let you go, Miss Zifana Aurora manda" Delon said as she pulled Zifana into her warm arms.

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Zifana's heart beats violently. Her tears cannot be blocked. Rebellious? Even his body was hollow.

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