
Jealous.
After calming his heart, Darius invites Monica to get out of the car. Start packing, say goodbye to Bude Soimah and immediately return to Jakarta.
"Alhamdulillah, so you refer?" soimah asked as she saw Monica and this handsome man started to enter their flower shop.
Monica smiled, shy and confused about what to answer. He just lowered his head while tucking some of the children's hair behind his ears, clumsy.
"Yes Bude, we're not actually married. After this we will just hold a wedding and when that day arrives Bude also has to come to Jakarta." Darius answered.
And Soimah was really happy for both of them.
Soimah made a drink for Darius, while Darius helped pack in the room.
Monica and Soimah live in this store, the shop that transformed into a house as well, a shophouse.
"So you've been living here all this time?"
"No," Monica replied with a smile.
"We weren't here before, a little far from the market. Until finally there is someone who sells this shophouse at a low price and offers it to us. Now that I know, it must be because of Adam," said Monica again, still not missing the smile on her lips.
But for some reason, Darius did not like when he heard his woman mention the name of another man. Although Adam is Monica's ex-husband, Darius is afraid that Monica still loves him. Makes her love clap one hand.
Darius jealous.
"Do you still love Adam?" ask Darius directly, the question that is now in his head.
The question that made Monica's hand movements stalled while she was packing some of her clothes.
Monica then turned to Darius and saw this man standing with a visibly upset face.
Seeing that Monica gave her smile.Their age was old, but Darius was acting like a child. Like a teenager who knows love.
Slowly Monica left her suitcase and walked up to Darius again, then stood right in front of this man.
"No, I don't love Adam anymore" replied Monica honestly, even she was sure if all this time she had never loved Adam sincerely. The feeling he had felt was like ambition.
Marrying the most popular man in the country.
At that moment Monica was unable to hold back her laughter, she chuckled and even repeatedly hit Darius's arm.
And seeing that laughter Darius' heart was pounding, Monica was so beautiful while laughing so loosely like that.
Forever, Darius will make Monica's laughter always there.
But nothing Darius even made the laughter stop. Immediately he pulled Monica's waist and placed a short kiss on Monica's rannum lips.
Soimah who was about to enter was wide and stopped her steps quickly.
Then it slipped back back and soon passed.
"What do you want to call me after? don't you keep going" said Darius. He still faithfully embraced the body of the future wife.
Monica was throbbing, suddenly confused.
"Say I want to hurry back to Jakarta, if it's like this how can I pack?" Monica asked back, switching the conversation. His hand hit slowly Darius' hand that held him tightly.
And Darius immediately pulled this woman's nose with anxiety.
"Challenge the conversation" ketus Darius, but he obeyed the future wife and let go of the deck what her. He also wants to return to Jakarta soon.
"Call me dear" asked Darius.
"Call Me, Darius."
"Call Honey."
"Mas."
"Darling!"
"Mas."
"Boyle Mas."
Monica thaws and Darius chuckles.