Mr. Ergan's Secret Wedding
Meeting 1

"Tumben boss is interested in people's children." Tirta wondered why Ergan was suddenly interested in Azka. He doesn't usually care about other people's children.

Tirta approached Yuli and persuaded Azka to be taken.

"Hi hotshot.. Play the same Om yuk!" Tirta grabbed her hand trying to take Azka, but Azka just stared at her expressionlessly.

"Looks like he doesn't want to sir." Yuli.

"Help me persuade him Ma'am, my master wants to play with him." Tirta Melas.

"Azka darling..! Om this is Mommy's friend too, Om want to invite Azka to play robots, Want not?" Persuade Yuli make Azka look at her and turn to Tirta.

Azka nodded then extended her hand to Tirta. When Tirta came with Azka, Ergan stood up to greet her.

"It's boss!" Tirta immediately handed Azka to Ergan. Somehow Azka did not protest or fight, usually he did not want to go to others, what he just saw.

"Hai boy..What's your name?" Ergan asked while holding Azka's hand.

Azka stared fixedly at Ergan, "Azka." In short, he put both his hands around Ergan's neck.

"That's funny, Tir! want to bring people home." Ergan then glanced at Tirta.

"Don't the boss, if the child is taken by his parents how? The boss makes himself funnier. Eh, how to make yes, if the mother does not exist." Tirta Ejek.

"Damn lo! it's also because you can't be sandelin' to find my wife." Upset Ergan.

Their conversation was heard by Pras and Juminarti but they let it go. Even they find it funny with Tirta's jokes.

"Pak Pras, whose child is this?" Ask Ergan.

"My son Sir." Pras Reply.

"Ooo.it's so funny." Ergan stroked Azka's shoulders, leaning her head against her shoulders. He felt that there was something comfortable and warm in his heart as he hugged Azka. Like there was an inner bond that he felt the same when he embraced Aqilah. It didn't feel like taking off Azka's embrace.

"Let's Mr. Ergan, we'll have breakfast with the kids. Azka let me be the one who's fat." Take Pras then to the dining room followed by Ergan, Tirta and others.

Azka shook her head, she did not want to go to Pras. Azka further tightened her embrace did not want to be separated from Ergan.

"Azka, his Om wants to eat son, can not be spoiled like that. here with Abi." Bujuk Pras, but apparently Azka still did not want to. When Azka learned to speak, Pras taught Azka to call him Abi. At first Amelia objected, but Pras asked her because she was affectionate with Azka just like Rangga.

"No sir, let Azka be with me. Tir, please get me some food." Ergan said while looking at the buffet.

The deg!

Ergan was stunned when she saw the woman wearing a long veil scarf, her eyes unblinking in disbelief if it was Amelia. His heart beat faster when he saw the woman he missed so much. Ergan then rubbed his eyes many times with one hand to make sure if his vision was not wrong. The woman gracefully arranged the food on the table, occasionally smiling with her interlocutor.

"That woman! Why is there a woman who looks so much like you, Lia?" Ergan's mind remained in his sight.

"Mommy...!" Azka cried, still in Ergan's arms.

"Mommy?" Ergan Mumbles.

"Azaka called the woman with Mommy? does that mean she's the mother of this child? is that really you, baby?" Inner Ergan.

The deg!

Amelia was stunned when she saw who was holding Azka. He could not hide his surprise. His breathing was choked, his throat was dry, his eyes were staring at him. There was a longing that he could not hide. Without realizing it, tears came out of the corner of his eye.

"Mas Ergan." Lirih Amelia's. The name he always called in his dreams. Why was Ergan suddenly there with Tirta? So, the guest they were talking about was Ergan. Lothawat! I need to hide out before it's all revealed. Amelia immediately turned around when she realized Ergan was looking at her fixedly. The eyes are still the same as before. Nothing was different even Amelia felt Ergan was intimidating her.

At the same time Pras approached Amelia. He invites Amelia to meet with Ergan.

"Amel, come with me, let's get acquainted with Mr. Ergan, owner of Jaya Mandiri Group who built twin bridges in our Village." Take Pras.

"Well?!"

"Neither Pras, I feel insecure. Excuse me, I'm going to the kitchen to help you." Reject Amelia.

How Amelia did not refuse, seeing Ergan's face from a distance only her heart had wanted to be dislodged. Especially if it is close to him, his heart can explode at that time.

"Come on, just acquaintance, I'd like to introduce you as my future wife." Pras pras prides himself on getting married to a very beautiful and kind woman.

Amelia followed Pras to Ergan and Azka. While Tirta rounded his eyes in disbelief if Amelia was in one room with her boss.

"Gw is not wrong, right? Is that Amelia, the boss's wife?" Tirta sharpened his vision, continuing to follow Amelia and Pras' steps toward Ergan, "Well, there will be a seventh world war.." Tirta Mumbles.

"Sir Ergan, this is Amelia my future wife. Next month we will get married, I hope Mr. Ergan can take the time to attend our wedding." Pras smiled broadly, proudly introducing Amelia as his future wife.

The deg!

"Married? Nay! this is impossible! Lia Pras's future wife? Waitaminute! if Pras is just getting married, and Amelia is Azka's mother, that means... Azka is..." Inner Ergan. His gaze could not be separated from Amelia who was standing nervously squeezing her fingers.

"Sir Ergan." Call Prasetyo.

"I.Yes.." Ergan gagu replied.

"Deliver my future wife." Pras

Ergan was silent again making Pras wonder why Ergan looked at Amelia without blinking.

"Sir Ergan..!" Call Prasetyo back.

Ergan smiled then extended her hand to Amelia. "Ergan." Ergan stretched out her hand, but Amelia responded by closing both of her palms in front of her chest.

"Hehehe... not muhrim sir." Kekeh Pras explains Amelia's attitude.

"O.. So Mr Pras is getting married?"

"Yes sir."

"Then Azka?"

"The son of my future wife Sir."

"Ooo..." Ergan grinned, where perhaps he took off his son and wife for someone else after searching for her for three years.

"Campus you Pras! you woke up a lion that had been sleeping for three years. Don't expect Ergan to let go of Amelia after finding her." Inner Tirta.

"It's lucky you get a woman like this." Praise Ergan.

"I'm lucky sir, thank God he's willing to accept me for years of waiting." Pras.

"Pak Pras's wife-to-be is very pretty, exactly the same as my wife who left three years ago."

"You mean?" Pras raised his eyebrows next door.

"Ah, never mind, it's just the past. I think he's happy now over my suffering." Ergan flashed a thin smile while glancing at Amelia. Seeing Amelia looking down in front of him as if she did not know him, made her heart very sick like an arrow bow that stuck right in the deepest recesses of her heart.

Gamelan....

"Does Mr Pras know who Azka's father is?" Ergan's question made Amelia immediately raise her face to look at Ergan.

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