I Love You More
Eps 93 Reunited

Yolanda started to get agitated as she thought about how to get out of the main house without causing much trouble.

But everything made him as calm as possible.

He still pretended to watch TV in his room casually while lying down even though his brain was still thinking about how to get out without noise.

Actually it could be reckless immediately out, but later others who will be affected by his actions, can be fired from his work.

Unknowingly Yolanda smiled, but on TV there was another natural disaster.

"Hehehehe.."

The female servant who was always with her until the head bobble saw the behavior of her young lady.

Yolanda smiled as she had found the idea to escape from the place.

"Bak I want to ask for avocado juice..," Yolanda told the maid.

"Well miss..," said the maid, rushing out of her luxurious room.

Soon Yolanda picked up valuable items that he could carry without suspicion, especially the wallet and its contents such as debit cards and identification.

Cekleek...

"It's his non avocado juice..," said the waiter.

"Please..," said Yolanda while taking and sipping a little drink and then put it.

Yolanda picked up a few books a lot, then helplessly walked out of her room.

The lady's servant just followed her.

"Bring me my book, and also my drink," said Yolanda deliberately so that the maid was a little troubled.

As soon as the maid returned to the room to pick up the books and drinks, Yolanda quickly walked towards where the back gate key was stored and retrieved.

"I'm going to the backyard gazebo" said Yolanda as the maid guarding her was back behind her.

"Well miss..," said the maid without suspecting anything.

They headed to the garden behind the house where there is a gazebo that is used to relax the Hendrawan family.

**

Leon is still in his favorite place, yes, especially if not the Bar where he used to drink and hang out with his friends.

They were still joking with each other, celebrating the success of the plan to separate Yolanda from her fake husband.

Some women were already there to enjoy some of the food and drinks served.

"Tumben the Sisil doesn't see his nose." asked Leon to all who were there.

"You just got a snapper.bos., again" said a girl there.

Everyone laughed at the girl's words.

"Truely so..," said Leon.

When they were still joking around Leon's cell phone rang.

Drrt...

On his phone screen, the call number of who it is.

Leon beckoned to his friend, to be silent for a moment with his index finger stuck to his lips.

"Hello Aunty..?" said Leon to someone on the other end who is none other than Nursanti.

"How's Auntie doing.?." Leon greeted politely, still gesturing to his friend to keep quiet.

"Good aunt.saja, how about you son..? this where..? how does the sound rame..?."

"Leon is also good Aunt ...this is still in the orphanage.mau nyumbukin a little windfall ..," Leon said while holding his laughter.

"Thank God.you are a good boy, have you heard the news about Yolanda.?" asked Nursanti.

"What's the matter Auntie.?" asked Leon pretending to be.

"We have expelled the village boy and Yolanda is now separated from him" Nursanti explained.

"Aunty hopes we can be as close as we used to be."

"I also hope like that aunty," replied Leon who was excited in his heart.

"When will the aunt arrange for us to meet again."

"Good..Aunty ..ini Leon please permit.mau to hand over the donation first aunt..," said Leon who could not hold back his laughter to end the conversation.

"Oh.yeah..Auntie shut up ..," Nursanti said before hanging up her phone call.

Leon then broke down after hanging up the phone.

With the laughter of his friends.

**

Bara still sleeps casually in his recliner, after finishing some paintings.although the painting will also be perfect again if it is considered there is still less.

Making a painting is not immediately possible, because in addition to requiring skill and accuracy also takes time to mix paint and stack the oil paint in the painting...in need of accuracy of calculation when the oil paint can be mixed and stacked or applied.

Not to mention if the mood is not good as it is today, it will only be in vain because the work is not even good but instead becomes chaotic later.

His mind was still troubled thinking about his life, it had been more than a week he had not met his wife Yolanda.

Let alone meet just ask the news never.

Once Bara tried to send a message, let alone read the message until now still tick one.

Bara is getting sick to realize that, Yolanda his wife turned out to have forgotten her.

But in Bara's small heart did not even one bit wrong the wife, Bara fully aware of who he was.only a worthless crumb in the eyes of the Santosa family.

It is inappropriate if juxtaposed with the young lady of the Santosa family.

Mr. Karmin who accompanied Bara in the building at the back of the gallery was only a head bobbing if he had seen the painter already in such a position.

Indeed, Mr. Karmin does not know what the problem is, but as an old man Mr. Karmin knows something is wrong with the young man.

"Mas Arjun want to make a drink.?, let's not join and get bored..?," asked Mr. Karmin heart.

Bara turned to look at Mr. Karmin who turned out to pay attention to him from earlier.

Since the gallery was opened Bara rarely appeared in front of the gallery, all have been handled by the workers who Om Jhon form.

Actually, om Jhon had offered Bara, to be the manager of the gallery and manage it, but Bara rejected the reason his mind was still chaotic not able to concentrate, fearing it even stagnated .....the gallery will not grow.

"The coffee you put here yes..," said Mr. Karmin while putting coffee and small food at a table near Bara who is still looking at the results of his work.

"Thank you sir" said Bara briefly while applying paint on a painting that was felt to be lacking.

Although the gallery is still said to be new, but out of nowhere people come many people who visit and even buy products that are sold there.

Om Jhon who is a reliable businessman is great in managing the place.

Impressed luxury with a style like gelery or world-class museums.

Starting from the security officer to other parts seems to work well in Om Jhon's direction.

**

Yolanda was still reading the book in the garden gazebo behind the house.

The breezy wind makes coolness in the place and makes its own comfort.

The maid who accompanied Yolanda seemed a little sleepy, especially last night was not sound sleep because for a moment Yolanda woke up making the maid also woke up.

"Sir.rebahan is fine.I'm still reading it for a long time" said Yolanda.

The maid, who was originally sitting in the gazebo, then threw herself down, according to the orders of the employer, although initially hesitant, but her drowsiness could not be compromised anymore.

Second two seconds.semit two minutes..Yolanda who was pura reading began to see there was a gap where the female servant began to fall into a deep sleep.

Yolanda slowly left the gazebo and walked towards the back gate and opened it and left the place quietly, after locking it back.

Yolanda felt very happy that it had been a week more unable to get out of the main house.

Even happier because his hope of meeting his heart will soon be realized.

Walk a little fast for fear of being caught then look for a taxi passing around it.

**

The gallery has begun to close, during this month it is only open eight hours, from nine in the morning to five in the afternoon.

A security guard had already started locking the door there.

Only the main remains were still open when a taxi entered the gallery's courtyard.

"Sorry miss, this place is closed" the security guard said politely.

"I want to meet with Om Jhon..," said the woman who is none other than Yolanda.

"Sorry Jhon who is it??" asked the security guard there.

Yolanda was confused because he did not know at all the full name of the person who wanted to be in his car.

"Sorry miss once again we have closed ..do not hold there and make trouble here..," said the security officer firmly because he saw Yolanda speechless.

"What if the painter here is named Bara.?" said Yolanda.

The two security guards looked at each other again.

"Sorry miss.we reiterate once again.Do not make trouble here, or we call the authorities if you still want to make trouble..," threatened one of the security officers.

"Please, I have to meet with the painter, at least he gave the address where he lived" Yolanda said.

"Sorry miss once again.yes, here the painter who supported this gallery is not named Bara.but Mr. Arjun," said one of the security officers was getting fierce.

"Arjun..," muttered Yolanda.

"Arjuna Satya Sambara.kan sir..??" cried Yolanda excited.

Now the two security guards were surprised.

"Miss knows Mr. Arjun??" said the officer who turned pale.

"That's my husband..," said Yolanda, shedding tears.

The two security officers were shocked.

"Let's. let's..My mistress intervened," said the two security guards, directing Yolanda to the side of the gallery and circling the gallery towards the back building.

**

Bara still.return lazy lazy in the chair, honestly his passion for life ..has been a little extinguished.

The flame on his chest was slightly extinguished.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps some people approached his friend to sleep.

Looks a slightly tyrannical woman in the escorts of two gallery security officers approached the embers whose hair is now shriveled because it is a little long.

"Mas Bara..," cried the woman who had suddenly made the still ignorant Bara jumped.

Bara immediately stood up and looked at the woman carefully.

"Iang..," said Bara restrained.

Yolanda ran straight into her husband's arms.

Both hugged while crying.

The two security officers then left the place after everything was confirmed to be correct.

Yolanda was still crying in the arms of her husband, her longing all this time in her outpouring.

Bara then took his wife to the room where he lived, the room was next to his workplace.

Bara is very happy that his wife who is considered to have forgotten her tenyata is now at his side.

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