
Zahra was working at her shop, suddenly she got a call from Arga.
"Do you have time?" tanyakanya.
"Of course, what is it?" zahra asked to stop her work.
"I want to take you somewhere, yes!"
"It's not lunch yet! Where are you taking me?" zahra asked to see that his watch was only 08:00 in the morning, too early to leave his buttons.
"Now I'm on the road. I'll tell you when we're on our way. In 15 minutes I get to your boutique, you're ready, yeah" Arga said, turning off the call.
"But" said Zahra, she had just refused. However, Arga had already turned off his call. Given Argaa's kindness to him all this time, he was not good to refuse it. Zahra decided to go with her best friend, she already considered Arga as her best friend.
"Let me drop off the boutique for a second. I want to go with Arga," said Zahra to Ranti who was wearing a ready-made dress to the mannequin.
"Yes of course, you don't have to worry that I'll take care of the boutique" Ranti replied.
Zahra's boutique is increasingly successful, making him have to add to his workers and currently Ranti and Tere are only working to keep an eye on them. Zahra already employs 10 additional employees and is rigorously selected. After hiring them he was satisfied with the results of their work that fit his boutique character.
After getting ready Zahra was waiting for Arga in front of his boutique, he only waited for 2 minutes, he could see Arga's car from a distance. Zahra waved her hand and put on her sweetest smile. After 7 months together with Arga made him feel something different on Arga. He was very happy with the attention that Arga gave him, at first Zahra a little avoidance because he did not want if until Arga proposed to him. Not ready for that. However, it turns out that after a few months of approaching him Arga looks sincere to help and make friends with him make their relationship closer and Zahra's feelings without being expected more and more happy when together with Arga, and vice versa.
Arga who had liked Zahra since the beginning was more like him after getting to know the figure of Zahra is so good and soft.
"Where are we going?" zahra asked as Arga got out of her car and opened the door for her.
"I want to take you somewhere, you must like the place" he said, closing the car door and rushing around and into the steering wheel and immediately driving his car to the place he was referring to.
At the red light, Arga's car accidentally co-exists with Arham's car.
Arham squinted his eyes when he saw Arga and Zahra who looked happy laughing together in Arga's car.
"Where are they going so early?" his murmurs were seeing if they were heading not to Arga's office or to Zahra's boutique.
Traffic lights change and they are welcome to the road. Arga runs his car as well as Arham. However, Arham instead of going to his original destination he followed where Arga took Zahra.
Arga took Zahra to a dock and there was already seen a speed boat waiting for them.
"Where are we going on this speed boat?" zahra asked, letting the sea breeze blow on her face.
"I told you, I want to take you somewhere and I'm sure you'll like it" he said. Arga extended his hand to help Zahra get on the speedboat, after they both boarded Arga asked to run the speedboat.
Arga has prepared some preparations in the speedboat, he has decorated it speed boat looks different from other speed boats.
'Why my feelings are not good yes, do not-don't Arga want..maybe this speedboat happens to have been used by someone and has not had time to clean all these flowers, ' his mind.
"No, I just saw the flowers were so beautiful. It must have been the person who made him intentionally do this for a special person" he said.
"You're right, I was deliberately wasting all this on you, because you are special," Arga said, making Zahra look directly at the handsome man in front of her.
"Is this for me?" tanyakanya.
"Of course, this time is for the father," said Arga pointed to the father who was driving the speed boat made the father laugh at hearing it.
"But, for what? Where are we going on this gorgeous speed boat?"
Arga did not answer. He just smiled and looked towards an island.
"Are we going to the island?" zahra asked, pointing to an island in the middle of the ocean not far from them..
Arga again did not answer, he just smiled in response to Zahra's question.
Without them knowing Arham also boarded a different speed boat and followed them until they reached an island.
Zahra was astonished, it turned out that the island was a very beautiful island and moreover he saw that there were already Nindy, Tere, Ranti and also Desi Mother who waved to them.
"Ranti, isn't she at the boutique?" murmured Zahra wondered. Why were Ranti and Tere suddenly there? Before leaving the boutique the two employees were still in the shop.
Arga extended his hand.
Zahra who saw Arga's hand sequence understood, He also welcomed Arga's hand and they joined hands to a decorated cottage and once they entered they were immediately greeted by a sprinkling of roses falling from above them.
Zahra looked at Arga with a happy smile. Had all this been prepared for him, he said seeing roses scattered around him.
"Come with me" Arga returned with Nasya's hand to the place they had prepared, as soon as Arga took a rose which he had prepared and then knelt,
"Will you marry me?" said it.
Zahra was surprised by what Arga did. He predicted it would happen. However, he did not expect that everything would happen this beautiful.
"Yes, yes, yes" they all supported Zahra.
Zahra nodded and said yes, making Arga feel relieved. All this time he kept trying to refrain from doing so. He wanted Zahra to be fully prepared to accept it. He did not want Zahra to accept it with doubt in her heart and her patience to produce sweet results.
From a distance Arham saw everything that was happening there, he could only clench his hands. Now the woman he loves has accepted another man, all because of his own mistakes that cannot defend his love, who continues to listen to the words of his mother and is tempted to persuade seduction.
Arham returned with a fairy heart and deep remorse.