Derana Wasted Wife
DERANA CHAPTER 72

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Derana. He was too surprised to hear the series of words spoken by young Randy-masters who had always been called in prayer.

For Derana, what is happening right now is like a dream. But it feels so real.

"Dera -"

Randy's baritone voice breaks the seagrass glass.

Derana stuttered and did not know what to say.

Randy smiled, then went back to the words, "Dera, I repeat my words again. This white rose is a flower that symbolizes holy love, sincere feelings, majesty and purity of a true love. If you are willing to accept my love, accept this bouquet of white roses! But if you're not willing to accept my love, you can throw it away."

"Sir, I-I-"

"Dera, you have the right to accept my love or reject it. I won't force."

"Tu-an, sa-me. Sorry, I can't" Derana hung up her words and stared fixedly at Randy's bead with an unreadable look.

Randy's face instantly turned muffled and the twinkle on both of his net dimmed when he heard the words that were slashed from Derana's lips. She thought Derana had rejected it.

Without saying a word, Randy turned his heels and intended to drop a bouquet of white roses from his hand.

But before Randy's grasp loosened, Derana prevented it by wringing her sturdy arm.

"Sir, I can't .... I can't if I don't accept Master's love, because I love Mr. Randy too."

Derana's words are like melodious temples of love. Touch the happiness in the heart and remove the sadness.

"Dera, you--"

"I'm sorry .. I've been presumptuous to admire and love you since we first met. Sorry ... I have been presumptuous to mention the name of the Master in every prayer I pray. Sorry .. I have been presumptuous because I am very hopeful, only I am the Lord of love until the end of age."

"Dera -"

"Mr ... Mr. Randy is willing to forgive me?"

Randy published a smile and rubbed his two neutrals. "Yes, I will forgive you, provided you are willing to be my wife and the mother of my children, Derana Larasati."

"Of course I'm willing, sir. But ndak for now, because I just had the status of a widow."

"Yes, I know, Dera. I will be patient waiting. But not more than five months!"

"Heem. In five months, come to my parents' house, sir!"

"Alright, Dera. God willing, five more months .. I will come to your parents' house. Not to preach you, but to justify you," said Randy accompanied by a smile that grew.

Everyone who witnessed the sweet scenes of Randy and Derana immediately moved from a sitting position and clapped and cheered.

The next second, a helicopter passed over the rooftop cafe. Two people were seen scattering thousands of petals of white roses from inside the helicopter while throwing smiles at Derana and Randy.

Derana really did not expect that today will be studded with surprises that make her feel like she is the happiest woman in the world.

"Dera-" greeted Randy with a soft-sounding voice in the ear.

"Yes, Tu-an-"

"From this second on, don't call me 'Master'!"

"But-"

"No word but!"

"Then, what should I call you?"

"Call me, 'Mas'!"

"Ma-Mas."

"Hehem. Repeat again!"

"Mas."

"Mas Randy!"

"Mas Ran - dy."

"Thank you, dear." Randy pulled both corners of her lips and gently rubbed the hijab worn by Derana.

"I should be grateful, Mom. Because Mas Randy loved me, even though I was a widow, not a saint."

"We're the same, Dera. You're a widow and I'm a widower. Although you are not the first for me, God willing. May God bless our love and unite us in a lawful bond."

"Aamiin, Yes Robb." Derana says a heartfelt prayer from Randy's lips. So did everyone who was in the rooftop cafe, not least Usman and Ratri.

The two middle-aged men shed happy tears as they watched the happiness of their daughter-Derana.

In the mind, Usman and Ratri unceasingly recite a sentence of gratitude for the divine affection that has touched the happy in Derana's life after the harsh test of life forced their daughter to make friends with grief ....

"And know that the victory goes hand in hand with patience. The way out goes hand in hand with difficulty. And after difficulties there will surely come ease." - HR. Tirmidhi

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