The Love of Mr and Young Miss
Surrender

"Darling? What did you hear the doctor say? He said I was going to be a father. Did you hear that too?" asked Devian who was still shocked by the news he received.

"You'll soon be a mother too. Do you like it?" ask Devian again.

"Are you okay? Did our baby hurt you? I don't know what to be happy about. Be aware baby, I want to share this happy news with you." said Devian again who had shed his tears.

After all a man who would become a father would definitely feel the same way as Devian.

Moments later came the officers who would take Carissa to be moved to the inpatient room. Devian came out first so as not to interfere with the performance of the officers.

"Arya thank you for bringing my wife here" said Devian.

"I'm sorry for my silly actions" Devian added.

Arya approached him then patted Devian on the shoulder.

"Congratulations. Take good care of Rissa." said Arya made Devian turn and give a sharp look.

"Just relax I'm not gonna take Rissa from you. I'm not that bad at separating children from their parents. Regarding my cooperation with her I will be professional" Arya explained before a fist floated on her face.

"Have you ever liked him?" tanya Devian made sure.

"Likes? Yeah I've liked it. Even until now I still like it." Arya answered honestly.

"Then why don't you try to find an opportunity to take it from me?" ask Devian.

"Haha. You're so funny, Dev. Where there is a husband asking like that with his love rival. Would you just shut up if I tried to take it?" arya asked back.

"Of course not. I won't give you the slightest gap." Devian replied with a cruel look that made Arya chuckle.

"I knew you'd say that. You two love each other. I can see the loving look in Carissa's eyes as well as yours. Want to try as hard as it seems I will not be able to make a distance between you" said Arya recalled a few moments when she saw how Carissa interacted with Devian.

"Maybe I used to love it but it's just monkey love. I did have the thought of taking it from you, even last night I still thought that way. But when I met her again, I could see she only thought I was nothing more than a friend in her past. He never fell in love with me."

"I'm glad Rissa could meet a guy like you. I'm sure you'll always be happy. You two are destined to be together." said Arya who touched Devian's heart.

"Thank you for sending Carissa to me" said Devian.

"You are entitled to him. I hope you will be an eternal couple even though death separates you" Arya said heartily.

Devian smiled then gave a friendly hug to Arya.

"May God bring together the best woman for you" said Devian.

"Yes, may God give me Carissa's twin." said Arya, who was greeted by the laughter of the two men.

The two then talk to each other like two men who have been familiar for a long time. Not long after the officers who moved Carissa out and will head to the hospital room that has been prepared.

"I'll say goodbye first. Give my regards to Rissa if you realize later." said Arya say goodbye.

"good. Thank you." said Devian then followed the officer who brought his wife.

"I've given up. May you be happy." muttered Arya staring at the steps of Devian who followed Carissa.

"It turns out releasing you wasn't as painful as I imagined, Sa."

Arya set her breath then a smile was painted on her face.

BRUK!

When turning around Arya's body did not realize that there was someone walking behind her. With a swift hand Arya supports the body of a woman who is none other than Mira, a beautiful doctor who examined Carissa.

Both their eyes looked at each other long enough until finally Mira was the first to realize.

"How long will Mr. Arya keep me like this?" tanya Mira immediately resuscitated Arya.

Arya quickly helps Mira to stand up and let go of her hand.

"I'm sorry, Doc." said Arya clumsily.

Mira only gave him a quick glance then quickly entered his room.

Arya who saw the departure of Mira just like that felt awkward and unpleasant. Arya wanted to apologize once again but the sound of the phone ringing stopped her intentions.

"Well, I'll be there soon" Arya said quickly.

Arya turned her head towards the door of the closed room Mira then sighed.

"I'll see you again." said Arya Lirih then rushed back to his company.

In his room Mira tried to regulate his breathing which was still roaring.

"What feeling was that? It was strange when I looked into Mr. Arya's eyes." muttered Mira recalling the unexpected incident a few minutes ago.

"He's really handsome. But she's 3 years younger than me."

"Ah what am I thinking? So stupid. It's impossible." said Mira then rubbed his face rudely trying to throw away thoughts that he couldn't account for.

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The MF Group.

Cringe Cringe

The phone call in Saras' room rang loudly.

"Hello good afternoon." said Saras gently.

"This time you came with me to see a client." the voice from the phone immediately made Saras freeze.

"Why should I, sir?" ask Saras confused.

"Not much to ask. At half 12 I wait in the loby." answered the Ketus God makes Saras want to curse but not dare.

"Well, sir." said Saras then God just turned off the voice call.

"Ah shit shit! Why should I see him again? I've tried to avoid it." Saras grumbled annoyedly.

"Well, meet a client with him? Since when did I change position to his assistant?" saras wondered.

"The human basis is unclear. Just like it. Who does he think he is." Saras said, expressing his frustration.

"Enak once ruled and must be obeyed. It sucks." said Saras grumbling as he ruffled his hair.

Whether Saras realized it or not, lately he was always thinking about Gods. Thinking of the deity's own reckless behavior made him stop at nothing to talk about it in annoyance.

So did God, for some reason he often found time to disturb Saras. Either to work on it or just piss Saras off.

Aninda and Carissa who heard Saras's words about God only responded with a laugh and were waiting for the development that would occur in the relationship of the cat and mouse.

Hate is love, it seems to happen often.

Especially if every day must meet, surely the feeling over time will start to grow by itself. Like Saras and the gods somehow ahead of him. There will be a lot of drama that happens if the two of them are really meant to be paired.

Time passed so quickly, Saras almost forgot the command of the Gods.

"Why did I forget. Must have sprayed again." Inner Saras realized his mistake.

Hearing the God's scolding had become daily food for Saras. His reckless nature is indeed very opposite to the God who is very thorough and disciplined about time.

"Tell 2 minutes." said the god coldly without looking at Saras.

"Sorry, sir." Saras' breath was heard wheezing as he ran down the stairs in a panic until he forgot to use the elevator.

"Let's hurry." invite the gods and then followed Saras walk behind him towards the parking lot.

"Why are you such a mess?" ask God when he is in the car.

The eyes of the Gods were fixed on Saras' messy hair and the sweaty fur that stuck to the woman's forehead.

"Yes Sir. I was so panicked that I forgot to take the elevator. So I went down the stairs with a run." answered Saras honestly.

"Basic fool!" sahut Dewa who did not end up thinking with Saras carelessness if it had been hit by panic.

The ears of Saras were already very immune to the words that were thrown from the mouth of God. His heart was like steel when he spoke to the cold man.

Suddenly Saras is shocked by the hand of the God who wipes his sweat with a tissue. Even Saras could feel the gentle treatment as the Gods also tidied up her messy hair.

"Let me alone, sir" said Saras nervously as he made the Lord wake up and pulled his hand and handed Saras a piece of tissue.

The god also looks nervous but tries to cover it up and drives his car.

"So is that really Lord God?" saras asked inwardly recalling the unexpected incident a few minutes ago.

The atmosphere in the car became quiet, Saras to set his breath so as not to be heard by God. The atmosphere in the car suddenly turned gripping. God did not dare to see or just glance at Saras, he preferred to focus on the streets in front of him.

After 20 minutes passed without a word on the way, the car stopped at a five-star restaurant. Seen from the building alone is certainly a visitor here is a top class person.

"Let's go down." invites the God who got down from the car then just followed by Saras.

Saras followed the steps of the Gods entering the resto and headed straight for the second floor. The two of them immediately sat down at the place that had been booked 3 hours earlier.

"What do you want to eat?" asked the God after the two sat facing each other.

"As for you Father. I don't know the taste of rich people's food." answered Saras innocently.

God almost laughs if he does not remember he is guarding his image.

A servant approached then quickly God said his order. Saras who heard the name of the food and drink only knew that the price must be expensive.

"The client hasn't arrived yet, sir?" saras asked immediately God became nervous.

"Client what? I was just lying to you. Actually I just want to take you to lunch." replied the God but only spoke inwardly.

Maybe the gods will tell the truth. That man's prestige is very high.

"Yes will probably come late" said the flat God.

Saras who heard the God's reply only nodded his head.

After waiting for quite a long time the order of Gods finally came. Seeing the dishes presented on the table makes Saras' eyes sparkle. Especially when looking at the dessert, it feels Saras wants to keep it glazed.

"The diet of the rich is different." Saras chanted a small laughter from the mouth of the God.

"Mr just laughed?" saras asked to make sure his hearing was not misheard.

"Uhuk! Goodbye." said the Lord trying to divert the conversation. The gods did not want Saras to know that he was really laughing would definitely be the material of the woman's plunge.

Saras scrunched his forehead then tried to stare at the face of the God intensely like he was investigating something.

"Ah maybe my ears are troubled" said Saras lirih then sipped a little drink in front of him. After that, they were busy with their food.

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