Derana Wasted Wife
DERANA CHAPTER 38

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"Wait, Sir! Ta-in I just want to convey that both your parents and a beautiful woman, want to meet you. Now, they are waiting for the Master at the bottom -" said Derana while conveying a series of words that he had wanted to say.

Randy breathed a rough breath, then responded to Derana's speech with a cold-looking facial mimic and a typical baritone-pitched voice.

"Is that all you want to say?"

Derana nodded slowly. Although the fear was dominating, he ventured to look at the black bead of the master that made his heartbeat rhythmically melodious. "Yes, sir, that's all" he replied.

"Owalah, so Mbak Dera just wants to convey that. Why, did Madam Dera say a-nu? Sure, because Mbak Dera is nervous because of hugging Randy-duda handsome all over the world? yes .... Yes, right?" As if forgotten by the threat posed by Randy, Ridwan chimed in the words uttered by Derana by joking while raising his eyebrows.

At once Derana lowered her face and folded her lips when she heard the joke thrown by Ridwan. He was very embarrassed when he remembered the incident a few minutes ago - when his body and the body of the master touched each other.

Because of feeling uncomfortable and careless, Randy again heard the sound of baritone pitched threat accompanied by a drawn gaze to silence the mouth of Ridwan who had originally thrown a joke. "Looks, you forgot my threat. All right, don't regret it if next month .. I actually cut your pay a hundred percent. That means you don't receive a single dollar's salary."

This time, Ridwan tries to defeat his fear of the threat posed by Randy.

By gathering all his courage, Ridwan replied to the superior. "I didn't forget, Rand. I just want to melt the atmosphere. The thing you want to cut my pay, it's your right as a boss. But, are you not afraid if in the acherat labeled as the ruler of dzalim? I'm ready to live, as long as you listen to me this time." Ridwan momentarily paused his speech and stared intensely at Randy's face followed by a helping hand rubbing his best friend's shoulder.

"Rand, I know that even very well..Every time Mr. Reno and Mrs Ranu come to this house, you feel depressed because they always urge you to get married again. But know, both your parents love you very much and also Malikha. They urge you to get married again because they feel sorry for Malikha. Your little daughter needs the presence of a mother who will steal her affection. You can't be selfish, Rand! Fulfill the requests of your parents and please your princess! Forget Amel and open a new leaf! Marry the woman of your parents' choice! I'm sure, they don't just choose a future wife for you," he said as he continued the speech that paused for a moment without turning a gaze.

"Wan, everything you said is true. But just so you know, I can't marry a woman I don't know personally."

"But you can get to know your parents' second-choice woman in a ta'aruf way. And after ta'aruf, marry the woman --"

Randy slashed Ridwan's words by flicking his hand into the air.

"It's not that easy, Wan. You know, I've had failures? The ark that I built with the sincerity of love, shattered before reaching the ultimate goal of marriage. Sakinah, mawadah, warahmah that I dreamed when making a sacred promise in front of the ruler and witnesses, turned out to be just a false dream. And Amel-the woman whom I wished to be a godly wife, turns out to be a liar. That's the reason why I always refuse to marry again. To me, all women are the same. They could potentially splash salt on my gaping wound -" Randy scooped the air deeply and turned his net gaze toward the ceiling of the room while holding back the dew that had coiled spoiled so as not to spill, he said, because he did not want to look fragile and sad in front of two people who were looking at him closely.

After both of his parents died, Ridwan was adopted by his father's alamarhum friend. He was treated like his own son.

But two years ago, Ridwan had to swallow the harsh reality. He was expelled from the home of his adoptive parents, for vile slander.

"Rand, I'm sure in this world .. there are still a lot of women with personalities like them" he continued, followed by a line of smiles that showed both dimples.

Randy shook his head and tried to review Ridwan's words. His call justifies the words of friends whom he already considers to be brothers.

The next minute, Randy pulled both corners of his lips and patted Ridwan on the shoulder. Then he swung his legs, leaving two people still standing in the same place with a blind look not separated from him.

Heavy breathing accompanies a limb-track swing on the living room floor. In the room, the three guests were sitting waiting.

The expressionless face knit together the speech that is spoken and divert attention.

"Randy is my son." Ranu widened his smile and brought his body up. Then the entangled body strapping the son he always missed and then carried him into the arms.

"Mother misses, dear." A gentle whisper vibrates the soul and pushes the hand that was originally dangling-reply to the embrace of the woman who had given birth and raised him lovingly ....

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