Forgive Sir!
REUNITED
Fara felt her pants pocket with a panicked face, she did not find the wallet she had placed in her pants pocket.
The woman got back into the car and searched for her wallet. Fara was silent for a moment, she tried to remember and sure enough she felt she had brought a wallet. But why not now?
Fara scratched her head, she felt very confused, Mr. Roni who was in the car helped his master's wife. However, the result is nil. Fara's wallet could not be found.
“Honey really money 500 thousand mine.” Fara was sitting in the car.
She does not want to go home in vain, Fara intends to make herbs for her husband who looks tired and has aches. He could buy it to be more practical. However, homemade herbal medicine tastes different from purchased herbal medicine, ranging from viscosity to taste.
Fara's eyes closed for a moment, then she came up with a solution. That is, borrow money Mr. Roni first and he will replace when he was at home.
“Pak, can I borrow a hundred thousand?” asked Fara with a feeling of hesitation.
“Of course you can. This, Madam.” Mr. Roni gave two hundred thousand bills to his master's wife.
Fara's forehead frowned, she only asked for one sheet. But, Mr. Roni even exaggerates it.
Is it possible that Roni heard wrong? Think Fara.
“To be on guard if less, Madam,” said pak Roni.
“Ah yes ... thank you, Sir. I shop for a minute.”
Once receiving the money given by Mr. Roni, Fara immediately entered the traditional market and looked for ingredients to make herbs. Fara's head wiggled around the crowd of people who were making buying and selling transactions.
Fara's lips curved beautifully when her eyes found the seller of turmeric mother and brown sugar.
He went to the seller and bought his merchandise without bidding because his financial condition was much better than before. So, he was unwilling to bid on the small merchant who was also struggling to make a living.
Fara has got what she needs, just a few more ingredients to look for. Sweat flows from the temple, then drips down.
The crowded market conditions make Fara's sweat continue to drip.
“Yeay, all of them. Time to get home before Ainsley gets home from school. Can cry my little girl if you do not see my presence at home,” Fara muttered with a amused smile while shaking her head remembering Ainsley who always cried if she did not see her whereabouts.
Before returning to walk to where Mr. Roni parked the car, Fara's nose smelled the aroma of a painting cake that was so hard as to upload.
He stepped his feet towards the painter cake sellers who were around the market.
“Pak, how many?” asked Fara to the merchant while staring with interest at the still-cooked pie.
“The only three thousand. But, if you buy two the price is five thousand only, Ma'am,” replied the merchant kindly.
“I bought fifty thousand yes, sir. One plastic is twenty thousand, the other is thirty thousand,” said Fara.
“Siap, Ma'am,” said the trader with a face of sumeringah because the merchandise is selling well.
Fara's eyes follow the fern cake seller's hand that was gouging the cake when it was ripe and put it into a plastic that has been filled with banana leaves.
The smell of a cake that is so tempting makes him increasingly impatient to eat the cake immediately. Fara's eyes sparkled as the seller gave her two plastic painted cookies that were still puffing smoke.
With a happy face Fara received a plastic cake filled with paint, then gave the money to the seller.
Fara opened the little plastic cake she was holding while inhaling the aroma of the cake, she who was unfocused while walking made her body accidentally hit someone.
“Sorry, sorry.” Fara apologized to the person she accidentally hit without knowing who the figure was.
As soon as Fara lifted her head, spontaneously her eyes widened wide when she found out that the person she accidentally hit was the man who stopped suddenly while on the street earlier.
Fara's mouth opened about to let out her mainstay bursts. However, it was stopped when the man in a bule line in front of him thrust a wallet. Oh christ! That's the wallet Fara was looking for earlier. He took out his wallet, then did not forget to thank him in a jutek tone.
“Sama-sama. May I have your mobile number?” ask the guy with a cool face.
Fara's eyes narrowed suspiciously, rather than lingering against the man in front of her Fara chose to waltz away without even answering the question of the man in sunglasses.
***
At the Devan Corporation, the owner was listening to all the information from Jhon who said that the man he hated the most met Fara.
“How can he come again to this Country?!” Devan kicked off his desk with a burst of emotion.
“Looks like it wasn't something planned, sir. The meeting looked like an accident.”
Devan again kicked the table, he did not like the answer that came out of Jhon's mouth.
He likes the most things that are predicted or uncertain.
“I don't believe in wedge men like him! You ordered the two men to keep an eye on Fara with the man!”
“Good, Mr.”
Devan leaned his head against the chair he was sitting on. He felt heartbroken remembering a piece of bitter memories that until now could not be forgotten. A story of his extinction of hope to be with the woman he loved, and to have to give it up for a wedge man.
***
Fara has arrived at Devan's residence. The woman handed out the cookies she had bought at the market to a housekeeper, security guard and driver.
“This is the money, sir. Thank you yes.”
“Sama-sama, Mistress.” Roni accepted the money with pleasure.
Fara entered the kitchen area and asked the help of a housekeeper to make herbs.
Actually Fara is not sure if Devan wants to drink herbal medicine considering that the man is not a local citizen. But what's wrong with trying.
By lunchtime, Ainsley had returned home from school. Now Fara has finished the event making her watch.
All day the woman accompanied Ainsley to nap and also study. Until it doesn't feel like time has changed for the night. Fara and the five-year-old little girl were waiting for Devan who never came home when the dinner hour had passed.
Not wanting to keep the child waiting, Fara decided to feed Ainsley a meal first. Only then did he accompany the child to sleep.
A lot of questions came out of Ainsley's mouth about why her daddy didn't come home yet. However, Fara replies that Devan is having so much work that the boy no longer asks and starts
closed eyes.
The clock is entering midnight. However, Devan has not yet returned home. Fara was worried, she decided to contact the man. But his call was not raised.
Fara chooses to go downstairs and wait for Devan to come home. Until a car roar indicates that the man has arrived.
“Mrs ...”
Connect ….
What happened to Devan?