From Wa To London
Twenty One (Silent 2)

~If I have to ask what love is, then I will ask you. Because it was from you that I knew the true love~Liza.

Liza POVs

The next morning I woke up early, because I slept too much and cried my face looked terrible. After wearing clothes I put on makeup properly to cover my puffy eyes and then walk into the kitchen. There I saw Enrique sitting in full office clothes. I also walked more confidently than last night and sat right in front of him. He enjoyed his breakfast the morning. Scratch him for a moment before bribing my omelet of oyster sauce. He always seemed perfect in my eyes. But... The tie is a bit slanted? I usually wear that tie for him. My mind's grim.

I continued eating in silence. He was done, then moved from his seat.

"I'm going home a little night, don't wait for me" he said suddenly.

I looked at him for a moment but realized to answer his statement just now.

"Yes" only those two letters can come out of my mouth.

He nodded but then ignored my short answer.

"I'm leaving" he said as he passed from before me. No morning kiss for you, miss.

Enrique POVs

Last night I could not sleep well, I heard my wife crying in the next room and I did not dare to visit her. Let him spill all his frustration first. Thought.

I got up early to take a shower and then prepared to wear office clothes. I can do everything myself easily. It's just a tie that makes me very troubled. Because of my potent habit of always asking Liza to wear, so I am like now sticking a tie many times. In the end I let it be as bad as it looks, I gave up.

I walked into the kitchen, and there was Marry and the food that never let me down during my expedition. I sat on one of the dining table chairs. Marry understandingly arranged the food in front of me. He never asked me what I wanted to eat? Because I'll eat whatever he makes. Weird right? Not particularly. All thanks to his research served me more than 8 years since I moved to this penthouse. Ck. Of course he memorized everything.

I chewed Marry's omelet-made oyster sauce that I had added with fried peas. I don't want Liza to see my face this morning. I don't want him to avoid me, even though now it's my effect to avoid him.

I was about to finish my breakfast the next morning when Liza came to pitch and sat right in front of me. Oh my. I didn't know my heart could miss him. A little bit of his face. The line under his eyes looks swollen. It must have been because he cried last night. Bantinku.

I got out of my seat after breakfast. I can't just be quiet, can I? I carefully spoke up.

"I'll be home late, don't wait for me"

I will indeed have a long discussion with Michael about the project that will begin in the near future, Rizky will also take part in the project of his father.

He looked at me for a moment but realized to answer my statement just now.

"Yes" was the only word he gave in response.

I nodded but then ignored the short answer.

"I'm leaving" I said as it passed from before him.

I honestly miss him a lot. I was determined that coming home would get rid of my ego. I will give all my understanding to him. Whatever he wants. I'm tired of constantly fighting with him for something that is not even rarely very trivial to me but means so much to him.

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Liza felt no longer eager to eat, she also left the kitchen table to the TV room. Marry immediately cleaned the kitchen table, lapse some time he paid off. The whole room was clean, Marry had gone home and Liza herself was friends TV with the show is not clear.

After a few minutes the length of his phone rang, he was lazy to go to the room to take it.

"Hallo?" the voice across greeted Liza's ears first.

"Yes, Hello?" saith.

"Exusme madam, I am Gerry. Mister Enrique employee. He told me to call you and ask you to come here to bring his other work clothes his clothes got coffee spill"

(Sorry madam, I'm Gerry Mr. Enrique's employee. He told me to call you and ask you to come here and bring his other work shirt with a coffee spill.) explained the owner of the voice across there.

"Yes..where is him now?" (Yes, where is he now?) ask Liza.

"I will chat you the address after this call" (I'll send you a text message Address, after this call).

Without spirit Liza packed Enrique's office clothes into a bag. Then get ready to get out. When Liza was about to exit the penthouse then a text message from the number that called her came in.

London.91 London Road, Holmes Chapel Crewe, Chesire CWA 7BG

Liza was reluctant to read the text messages on her phone, but she decided to follow. It's enough to give this address to the taxi driver, right? Simplest. Think Liza.

Liza walked out and stopped the taxi, got into the taxi and gave the address to the taxi driver. The taxi driver screeched to read the address Liza gave him, but chose to shut up and run the car slowly.

Arriving at the location Liza gawking. The place in front of him now was an old building or rather an uninhabited building. In front of him was parked a black car that Liza was not familiar with. Is Enrique in Client's car? Bantin Liza's.

With great doubt Liza got off the taxi then paid for it.

The taxi driver also looked at Liza with a doubtful look.

"Do you want me waiting you madam?" the driver offered with understanding.

Liza thought for a moment before answering no. Yeah, he's going home with Enrique. He is determined to repair their relationship. He was tired of useless fights.

The taxi driver runs his car slowly, leaving the confused Liza wanting to get in or call Enrique first? And he chose the first option. From inside the building a pair of sharp glittering eyes awaited Liza's presence. He will finish it all today. His inner.

While elsewhere...

"****!!! Enrique hit the table with his free hand. He's been getting calls from Alex, who's been watching Liza this morning.

His wife left and seemed to be heading towards a dangerous place. What did Liza do? Inner Enrique was shrugged. If anything happens to his wife. He will not forgive himself.

Enrique rushes out to get Alex to pick up his wife.

"Whats going on?" Rizky who has since noticed Enrique's movements inevitably curious, he sure must have something to do with Liza. Today was his agenda with dad to see the building that Enrique's team had to renovate.

"No, it's just a family matter" Enrique argued. Even though Rizky knew Liza but she didn't want to tell him all about Liza, who was she? Inner Enrique.

"really? Does this have anything to do with Liza?" Rizky asked, riled up, why did she feel something was wrong.

"Rizky, Liza is my wife and all the trouble in our family is my business has nothing to do with you. Your business with me is just business, okay?" enrique said very patiently, he began to be disturbed by Rizky's excessive curiosity.

"Of course it's my business too, Liza is my sister!" gertak Rizky growled. If he had been in contact with Liza he would not have stayed silent.

Enrique.

"Oh..come on ky, don't tell me because you met several times you thought my wife was your sister? Don't joke with me" this time Enrique really didn't accept Rizky's overreaction.

"You..." Rizky growling.

"Son!!" this time Michael spoke up.

"Enrique, what Rizky said was true she was Liza's sister. Stepbrother exactly. But I don't think that's exactly what you need to talk about right now, isn't Liza in danger if I didn't misjudge you earlier?" michael's Advice.

Enrique glanced at Rizky who was also starting to get emotional. He still can't accept the fact that Rizky is really his wife's brother? Just be right. But Michael's words have a point, all he has to think about now is his wife is not this sicunguk. Inner Enrique.

"Yes, you're right" Enrique said before passing in front of them.

"I'm coming" Rizky insisted and inevitably Michael had to come along.

"Shhh..." Enrique rolled his eyes while shaking his hands indifferently.

Inner Enrique was raging, how could Liza be Rizky's sister? Huh...what other joke now?

Enrique rode in his own car followed by Rizky and Michael trailing behind him.

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