The Love of Mr and Young Miss
Forgive Me

Devian and Carissa have returned to the villa. The two of them packed their clothes and prepared to return to the city.

"It's all, honey?" ask Devian.

"It has. Want to go home now?" ask Carissa.

"Yes, or do you still want to go around first?" devian's bargain answered Carissa's headband.

"Let's go home." invite Devian to drag the suitcase and hold Carissa's hand.

Carissa and Devian were already in the car. Devian drove his car into town.

The two of them enjoyed the view they were taking.

"Dev I want to see the view from the hill" said Carissa while pointing at the hill that is not too high on the side of the road.

"Well my wife." said Devian then parked his car on an empty green field on the side of the road.

Carissa rushed up the not-high hill that made Devian smile small.

Devian gave a bottle of mineral water and a snack and followed his wife.

After reaching the top of the hill, Carissa sat on the green grass and straightened her legs.

"Drink, Honey. You must be thirsty." said Devian as he handed his wife a water bottle.

"God. I was too excited. I'm sorry, Dev." said Carissa unkindly then sipped water in the bottle.

"I like you full of energy like that, honey" said Devian gently and then kissed his wife on the forehead.

Carissa looked fixedly at Devian's face then commented on the sweet smile. Carissa hugged Devian's body sitting next to her and rested her head on her husband's field shoulder. Devian smiled and gently stroked Carissa's long hair.

"Dev, I'm sorry I haven't been able to be a good wife to you. Forgive my immature, selfish attitude and always bother you." said Carissa.

Devian cupped Carissa's face and then pulled her closer. The faces of the two men met each other. They could feel the breath coming at each other on their faces.

"Darling, you're my wife. I will accept all your shortcomings and advantages. Like you who can always be patient with this shitty me. You made my life more colorful and taught me things I've never known before. So, we have to love each other until death do us part?" said Devian gently with a loving look.

Carissa nodded her head and smiled sweetly.

"I'm sorry for my past mistakes, honey. I will make it up to you and always try to make you happy for the rest of my life." said Devian made Carissa shed tears.

"Thank you, Dev. I'm happy with you." said Carissa then hugged Devian tightly.

Devian returned the hug tighter.

"I'm sorry for my stupidity, honey. In the future I promise to always be nice to you no matter what." Devian's determination was deep.

"Thank God, may Allah allow me and Devian to mate with the world of the Hereafter" Carissa said in her heart.

As the day grows hotter, Devian and Carissa decide to continue their journey towards the city.

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The knocking of the door sounded.

"Come in." said the bass voice from inside the room.

With a slightly nervous feeling Saras opened the door cautiously.

"You. What's the need?" asked the cold God.

"Anu, Sir. I want to return this and as a thank you I made this lunch for you" Saras said nervously.

"Hem. How are you doing?" the Lord asked without looking at Saras' face.

"Good, Sir. All because of your help 3 days ago." Saras replied with a smile.

"Is there anything else?" asked the God with a sharp glare made Saras instantly shake his head quickly.

"Ba-good, Sir. Excuse me." said Saras stammered then rushed out of the creepy man's room.

Saras stroked his chest which was still pounding.

"What are you hoping for, Saras? Her tenderness that night was probably just a coincidence because she felt sorry for you. He is still a cold man who is very creepy." Saras's mind while adjusting his breathing which was restrained from fear when he met the God.

"That's it, the important thing is that I thank him and give him back his suit. So I have no business with him. I better not meet again with Mr. God." murmured Saras who walked back to his study.

"Ck! You weird girl!" muttered God when he saw the dining box on his desk.

The god took his suit that smelled the exact scent of Saras perfume and put it back on the table.

The god grabbed the lunchbox and opened it and tasted it.

"taste good. Not bad also his cooking ability." muttered the God who smiled his smile for a moment but realized immediately raised his face again.

"Why do I praise that woman?" ask the God in the heart who continues to chew Saras-made food until there is nothing left.

"Wait on! Even I finished his cooking? I told you it wasn't good, so I threw it away." Inner God again.

By late afternoon, the workers were already preparing to leave the company.

"Ah yes my lunch box. I don't have to take it. Leave it alone." murmured Saras as he was about to leave his study.

When he was about to open the door, the figure of a dashing man was already standing before Saras.

"Pa-Pak Dewa." said Saras surprised.

"Here, your cooking is not good so I threw it away" said the god as he handed me a clean lunchbox.

Saras looked at the face of the God with a sad look then quickly grabbed the dining box from the man's hand.

"If it's not good, you can return it to me without having to throw it away. I made it solemn as a sign of my gratitude for your help that night. I thought you were a good man, but I seem to have misjudged you. Excuse me." said Saras, leaving the gods.

The god was stunned by Saras' speech which pierced his little heart.

"Have I gone too far?" ask the God in your heart.

The god turned his body and found Saras walking while raising his hand to the face.

"He's crying?" ask God slowly.

It felt like God wanted to catch up with the woman and apologize to Saras, but the prestige in his heart made God undo his intentions.

"What do I care about him for?" said the god while ruffling his hair.

Saras entered the elevator feeling disappointed. Saras had bothered to cook as a thank you but was thrown away.

"I shouldn't have had these good intentions from the start. Wish God would be nice to me? Haha you fool! His kindness that night was probably just a khilaf." murmured Saras trying to erase his disappointment.

Saras boarded an online taxi to return home. There is still a sense of trauma, so Saras has not dared to ride his own motorcycle.

Saras recalled the God's gentle treatment that night.

"Well, what do you think Saras is? There's no way he's such a gentle man." Saras muttered as he patted his own head.

"It seems like I was too much. Do I have to apologize to her?" muttered the God who felt bad for Saras.

"No. No." Inner God shook his head.

"But my words were outrageous. I shouldn't have said it like that." muttered God.

"Am I sorry to him and I'm honest that I finished the meal?" ask the God in your heart.

"Ah no. He'll definitely be big-headed." God said again.

Such is the inner upheaval that happens to Gods. For some reason, when he saw Saras crying, God felt guilty. Especially considering the unfortunate fate and events of the night, made him want to protect the woman. But selfishness and greater prestige in the heart of God, he also did not know exactly what happened to his feelings at this time.

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