IMPERFECT MARRIAGES
Chapter 68 - Reasons
CHAPTER 68
“Why go alone? Next time don't be like this again.” Dariel comes just seconds before the book falls on Fredella's head. The same city, building, time, even bookshelves, two years ago happened again when they first started dating.
“Not so, you slept very well. Where could I possibly disturb.” Fredella shows her a row of clean white teeth, then takes the thick book from Dariel's hand, towards the cashier paying for all the books in the trolley.
“Huh, the same incident, is it possible that he deliberately ordered the book stored on the top shelf? It feels strange every time I trouble Dariel there.” A cotton-thin smile was etched on Fredella's red pomegranate lips.
Dropping behind other visitors, pretty make his legs ache. To reduce discomfort, move the legs, tiptoe and rotate the wrist.
“You sore? I can help.” Dariel pulled out her phone and Fredella knew what her husband was going to do, so Dariel ordered everyone else to do anything. Maybe ask his men to line up here.
“No need Dariel, I can still queue.” Reject Fredella, the more often helped then he will always depend on his stubborn husband.
No doubt the lower limbs are numb, while there are still more than ten people in line.
Dariel did not hear the answer coming from his lips, for one of the organs was most adept at lying. He saw from his body language and the beautiful ripples his wife looked tired.
Unwilling to argue, Dariel's fingers danced on a mobile phone screen, and two officers came to them.
“Good afternoon Sir, let us help.” A man in a special uniform pulled out a trolley from inside the queue.
Fredella blinked her eyes repeatedly, there was a feeling of pleasure, confusion and condolence. Eventually both legs could move freely, but confused who were the two people who picked him up? Then talk to her own husband. He lowered his head slightly, avoiding eye contact with Dariel.
Ahem
“Thanks to your head, not afraid to stumble? See the way forward better.” Dariel linked his fingers with Fredella, stepping together towards a special room.
“Sorry Young Master, we didn't know you were visiting the book fair. Again sorry.” Repentant faces mixed with fear emanated from the man who served as the chairman of the committee.
Dariel paid for all his wife's books, regardless of Fredella's stare. Yes the woman did not want to bother with the burden of paying off the book, but the movement Dariel faster issued one card flagship.
After paying for all the books, Dariel handed them to the driver and bodyguard. “Save well. Follow us from behind.” Orders of Papa Rayden's only son.
“Good Bos”
The couple headed to one of the modest restaurants at 150 Shaftesbury Avenue to fill their bellies.
Fredella was again made dumbfounded, not riding a luxury car or taxi but using public transport buses. Dariel looks relaxed waiting for a large vehicle to arrive at the stop.
“Sabar darling, may your stomach not be noisy because the distance to the restaurant is approximately twenty minutes.” Watch on the wrist.
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Arriving at one of the restaurants that serve Asian food, especially Indonesia, fragrant aroma of spices spoil the nasal cavity. Not a fancy restaurant indeed, but the visitors are very crowded and all the guests who wander far to London.
“Hi Bro... long time no see, how are you? All dishes waiting, let's go in.” As for a woman, her demeanor was very supple and no longer awkward, hugging Dariel.
“Bidden to bend face. I'll explain who he is. Smile dear, enjoy our late lunch here.” Dariel pinched his wife's blushing cheek, still not relieving the resentment in Fredella's heart.
The restaurant owners were very friendly, taking them to a special room on the second floor, a little quieter than the bottom. Suddenly came a seven-year-old boy, in a wheelchair, hugging Dariel.
“Uncle finally arrived. I kangen.”
“Hi whiz how are you? Uncle missed you too. Ah are you getting bigger? It was like last time it was very small.” Dariel ruffled the boy's hair.
Fredella smiled at the interaction of the two, very close like father and son. But judging from its characteristics is not like the negative thoughts of this hazel-eyed woman. Maybe you've known him long enough.
The boy left after being satisfied chatting, releasing longs with Dariel, let alone the food was served on the table.
“You want to know who they are, don't you? I'm telling you, seven years ago his father died, and that little baby just came into the world, had a certain disease until he couldn't walk. I helped his mother by setting up this restaurant, I used to not have a lot of money, only able to buy a narrow land and this is the result.” Dariel raised his hand.
“You don't need to be jealous, because they both are my partners.” Poking the nose bangir his wife, teasing Fredella who seemed relieved to hear all the explanations Dariel at once concerned.
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After eating, Dariel took his wife on foot to enjoy the beauty of twilight on the Thames. These two people were walking leisurely like any other couple. The autumn wind was blowing quite cold, usually Fredella did not like this, but now it was different because she was with someone.
“How's mom doing? Sorry I haven't met him.” Dariel began to open the conversation, knowing his wife would not speak first.
“Ah yes no problem. Mom's health is good, chemotherapy progress is visible and goes according to plan.” Fredella ended the conversation.
“When can I meet mom? Tomorrow can?” Dariel restrained his wife's footsteps and clasped Fredella's hands.
“Sorry I for a while can't take you home.” Dariel said sorry and sad, all have been considered carefully. Because the condition of her mother-in-law is much more in need of Fredella than Dariel.
He does not want to be selfish, just because love forces his wife home. Maybe now it's better to be apart until Young Madam Matthew's condition stabilizes.
But unlike Fredella, she was disappointed to hear her husband's statement. This was not what was expected, his hope was too far away until it crashed.
“Sayang”
Dariel summed up the sweet face, which turned soft in front of him. Maybe this isn't true but it's all for the common good.
“I don't want to be selfish anymore. Take care and take care of mommy until healed, I will take advantage of this last opportunity as well as possible.Thank you for accepting your evil husband again. Mom needs her son much more, you're separated very long.” Dariel said a smile immediately rose on the red lips of his wife's pomegranate.
“Is this really the reason? You don't mind us doing all this? I'm afraid ... afraid of past events repeated.” Lirih Fredella, remembering suddenly a woman claimed to be pregnant with the child of the man she loved.
“I will visit here often, maybe once a week or two weeks. Let's go home in a minute.” Take Dariel but his steps are restrained by Fredella.
...TBC...