Marrying a Girl of Papa's Choice
Part 153's. What a beautiful night.
"Zara let's wait what else, let's get out of here." Davit again urged Zara. Davit believes Zara hasn't changed her mind.
Zara was silent, only her lips were shaking from crying. Tears continued to break, dripping until wetting the beautiful robe attached to his body.
Mert could not see his woman so sad, he took a tissue in front of him.
Zara received tissue from Mert. Zara is very sad with the words Mert just said, if only she gave Mert a trust to have her love. Mert won't be as fragile today.
"Zara, may you be happy, I'll go with all our memories, I'll come back home, may you and Davit be happy, marry Davit, may God grant a cute baby grace." said Mert who was seen forcing his severed voice as it held tightness in his chest.
" Thank you for coming to this heart"
Mert got up from his seat and left. Mert's shadow quickly disappeared behind the passageway's exit.
"Mr Amert. Wait akuuu!!"
" Zara stop!!" Davit's voice was no less loud. Davit fails to keep Zara with him. Zara chose to pursue a tall man who always looks stylish.
The chase action finally happened inside the Turkish-style restaurant. Zara goes after Mert and Davit goes after Zara
Mert had gotten to the car sooner, because he knew there was a shortcut to getting out the resto. At first he looked back. The invisible shadow of Zara. Mert got into the car and locked the door.
He momentarily leaned his head on the back of the chair. 'maybe it was fate that I had to breathe Zara. He never loved me.'
Mert started the car engine in a hurry, The hope is completely dashed. There was no sign of Zara chasing him. Mert turned the wheel of the car leaving the resto page.
"Mr Amert! Stop !"
A loud voice from behind repeatedly called out the name Amert
"Yetooo!"
Seen Zara's legs sprained repeatedly, because the highell used is quite high, like a coincidence. Zara usually also does not like to wear highell, for some reason tonight she is so wanted.
"Master Mert !"
Zara threw her highell somewhere. Zara doesn't care anymore, all she has in mind is to say that she doesn't want Mert to leave.
"Master Mert!!" Zara kept calling Mert until he fell into the paving yard. Zara did not stop screaming even though her knees were bleeding.
Mert glanced towards the rearview mirror. The man who was receiving his defeat immediately stepped on the brakes of his car suddenly, as soon as he saw the shadow of Zara was chasing him.
Mert immediately opened the car door without closing it. He immediately ran to meet Zara's whereabouts.
"Don't go mister hik hik."
"Master can't leave me like this." Zara was relieved Mert had stopped. He didn't want to stand up, he still set his breath blowing irregularly.
Mert stopped, fixated for a moment, then he squatted down in front of Zara. "Zara, why are you after me, don't you love Davit?" Mert asked Zara who was still in a daze.
"My husband sir, what's Davit? Why should I choose Davit?" said Zara embarrassed as she wiped her tears with the back of her hand.
"Does that mean I'm the husband you want? you want to spend the rest of this age with me?
"Sure sir." Zara nodded her head.
Mert smiled, he stood back up, extending his hand to Zara. Zara grabbed Mert's hand. Zara dropped her body on the chest of Mert's field.
Mert hugged Zara's waist. Mert felt the warmth of Zara's body. Mert tightened his arm.
" Mister don't leave me." Zara's whisper while her head was still attached to Mert's chest
"Zara!"
Davit ran over. His steps were stopped at the exit of the resto when his neutrals caught the sight that was slashing his day.
Davit sees that Zara has been sticky in Mert's arms, making him self-conscious about who Zara wants to be. " Zara you chose her ..."
Davit's backtracking. He didn't want those two to see him. Davit sat in a small chair that happened to be empty.
Davit held tightness in his chest. He tried to calm himself.
"Zara are you sure of your choice?" muttered Davit lirih. His eyes are glassy.
Zara nodded steadily. "Master Mert, I'm your wife. Why do you have the heart to make me cry," spoiled Zara as she raised her head, staring at her husband's oval face.
Mert wiped away Zara's tears that didn't stop flowing.
"Why are you still a cry." Mert peeped at Zara's forehead. Then flood Zara's cheeks and lips with a kiss as well.
Mert raised Zara's body which was only a fifty kg range with muscle muscle arm ala bridal stile.
Mert lowered Zara when, her steps stopped next to the car.
Mert made sure of Zara once again. "Are you sure of your decision."
Zara was sure, she couldn't be wrong. These few days he's getting comfortable with Mert. It's just that Zara is embarrassed to show her growing love.
Mert and Zara finally decided to go home. The night was getting late in addition to heavy rain began to flutter the city of Surabaya. The cold began to puncture the skin into a creepy scourge.
Mert pulled Zara's shoulder, so that Zara's head rested on her shoulder. Today was the most romantic day of their marriage.
Arriving home, Mert just put his car in the garage after Mr. Karman opened the garage gate. Mert thanked Mr. Karman and returned to the post.
Mert guided Zara down and then carried her. They immediately entered the room without making a scene. Mert was sure all the residents of the house had slept well.
Men of Atmaja descent, apparently they are all tough and muscular men, he can hold his partner like carrying a roll. This makes the women feel more privileged.
"Sit here for a minute" said Mert. Take off Zara's body with her heart on the edge of the bed.
Zara according marked by a nod of her head.
Mert was seen opening the hem he was wearing, then putting it on the back of his work chair.
Mert walked towards the nightstand, he took out a small box that he had stored himself in there. Mert took the box and approached Zara.
Mert crouched down right in front of Zara who was still sitting on the side of the bed.
"Sir, what are you doing?" Ask Zara. He's not happy to let Mert under him like that.
"I'll see it" Mert held Zara's leg and raised a little of her robe.
"Don't you!" peekkik Zara, the woman lowered her raised robe again above the ankles, Zara was still ashamed Mert behaved so.
"Zara shut up, I'll treat your feet."
"Master, I'm ashamed."
" I'm your husband, didn't you just choose me."
"Thank you for helping explain everything to Brother Davit." Zara could smile, her beautiful eyes sparkling with lights.
Mert slowly raised Zara's robe to the knee. Mert could see Zara's knee bleeding, although not severe, the wound needed to be treated.
Mert cleans Zara's wounds with cotton and alcohol.
"Silver brother ...." Zara bit her lower lip her face shriveled with the cold and stinging due to the touch of alcohol.
Zara squeezed Mert's shoulder which made Mert occasionally look at her. Precisely the expression of Zara who closed her eyes looked more beautiful and cute.
"Slowly. Pain, Master!" Rintih Zara's. Strengthening the squeeze on Mert's shoulder
Mert smiled as he shook his head slowly. Just found out that his wife could not stand the mild pain of a scratched knee.
Mert felt Zara's hand touching her body feel like electricity, though still blocked by the t-shirt. Zara's finger is able to awaken her little adek who was sleeping soundly.
Mert's mind began to wander, Mert immediately closed Zara's wound safelyplas, he could not stand if long in a tense condition like this.
"Now go to sleep, it's late." Mert was afraid that his anxiety would be read by Zara. He immediately packed up his P3K tool and saved it back.
Zara according to him lay his body, he let the beautiful gamis Mert purchase still attached to his body.
Zara can't sleep. I don't know what feeling got into him. Tonight Zara was eager to see Mert lay down her body and start closing her eyes beside him.
" Mister if you work tomorrow morning. Why don't you just sleep now?" Zara could feel Mert deliberately avoiding her because of something. He's very restless.
"I have to do office work." Answer without looking. Mert was busy taking his laptop out of his briefcase.
Zara got up from bed. Dragging his feet out of the room.
"Where?" Staring at Zara, as if it had the meaning of a ban.
"Bikin coffee, instead of the master always ask to be given coffee when staying up late."
"No need, then I'd better get some sleep." Mert closed the laptop. And began to lay down on one side of the bed, in the middle there was a bolster that became the separation between his territory and Zara.
Zara followed, after changing her clothes to a long-sleeved nightgown suit. It seems that before going to bed Zara deliberately used farfum or lotion. Tonight Zara also took off her hijab, which she used to wear both outside and in her room.
"Master, I'm not sleepy tonight, you sleep first."
Zara grabbed her phone, she was about to surf briefly to the Maya world. Maybe by playing the phone can invite drowsiness to come soon.
"So Kangen Mbak Andini. Maybe he asked Mr. Arsena to catch a butterfly. Oma who told me," Zara said with a happy smile, telling Andini who likes to torture her husband.
" Has she really got my butterflies?" Mert asked the origin, not interested in Zara chat about Arsena. Actually, he's not focused. Her body feels warm tonight. His heart was racing and no matter what kind of feeling came, it was really hard to describe.
"Mazela ...." Mert tilted his body.
" Hmmm ... yes sir?" Zara turned her head.The woman who was leaning on the side of the bed looked at Mert's face that looked sad.
"Mazela ...." Mert dropped his hand on Zara's lap.
" Are your babies healthy?" Mert shifted his body closer to Zara.
*happy reading's.