The President Enters the Village
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Nathan nodded, "I'm married, and I'm getting a divorce soon." he said showing a 24-carat gold ring on his ring finger.

"Su... is married? With who? The model? The artist? Office's son? Entrepreneur's son? Or you and Angel are married secretly abroad," Dicky looks enthusiastic, waiting for a response from Nathan.

Nathan shook his head, "I told you about my bet with Joseph, didn't I? Finally I made 100 million dollars by becoming a farmer in the village. Unfortunately, the landlord's son in the village entangled me to marry him,"

"Why do you want to divorce? Is he ugly?" ask more enthusiastically.

"She's beautiful, prettier than Angel. Unfortunately paralyzed can not walk, one more he is too smart. The whole village was ruled by him and his father. I have to get divorced before she knows my social status. Asking for the division of property after the divorce." Nathan explained, his eyes were still only on Haikal.

Dicky clenched his forehead, never seeing Nathan like this. Dicky's eyes turned to Haikal, who was seen talking to others. Nathan stared unceasingly at Haikal. Like a male tiger who is wary of the limits of his territory will be disturbed.

"You love your wife?" he said back, drawing conclusions alone.

"No! I don't love her. Therefore after this I will hire a lawyer, take him to the village. The plan would be to do well, break up with the annulment of the marriage or divorce" Nathan replied, again reaching for another glass of drink from the waiter.

Dicky clenched his forehead, again sighing. The ego of this man is so great that one suggestion as a friend is given."Do not rush to hire a lawyer and get divorced. What if you love her? Then after the hammer is knocked there is no way to go back again. Though by force marriage is not a toy,"

"Give your heart time to choose. Only 2 months, do not meet or contact your wife who lives in the village. Do not file divorce papers or marriage annulment claims. For two months stay here live your life. If you feel happy without it, please get divorced. But if you're not happy and already love him, you still have a way back." he continued, lifting Nathan's fingers that are still embedded in a yellow gold ring.

"I really don't.." Nathan's words interrupted.

"Don't make decisions too soon, love is different from business or buying branded goods. If the business does what suits your logic, make a decision quickly. Buy branded goods just choose a good and quality,"

"If love is different, sometimes the heart is different from logic. What looks good and quality in love can be meaningless. It's like a street-side raincoat, it can look better than the stuff in a boutique storefront, because you love it.." Dicky suggested.

Nathan sighed, thinking for a moment, "I'll delay the divorce. Just to make sure,"

Angel came back to them, with some friends. "Let's go to the club." he asked.

Dicky embraces two women at once, sighing harshly, looking at Nathan who isn't getting up either."Comeup! Compare which life is more pleasant,"

A playboy? Indeed, even though he was almost the same as Nathan never to have sex with women. But Dicky did it just to comfort himself, having lost his girlfriend, 10 years ago just because of a misunderstanding.

The thin woman who was strong, could defeat her in martial arts, even miraculously being able to lift 50kg of weight easily. The unique woman he loved left without a word.

***

But is there really a way back? They forget it, the bridge has two sides, as well as a household. If Nathan wouldn't cut the rope on the side where he was, but would Hana be the same?

Today Hana was silent in the shed, loosening her head, looking up at the overcast sky with rain falling pouring down the earth.

People say that mother is earth and father is sky. Husband wife who looks happy, right? When it rains, it is as if the sky is trying to reach the earth. A husband who wants to bow down to be with his wife even though it is difficult.

There was no such love for him, Nathan never came back even though it was almost the fourth week. It was nearing the moment when he saw a happy Jonathan Northan.

Her grandmother's legacy bamboo flute played her. Playing a sad melody, from a wife waiting for her husband to come home from the battlefield. Back to see his wife.

Maybe her grandmother was luckier, had a husband who loved her. Not like him.

Dirga sighed harshly, "It's been almost a month,"

Hana tried to smile, save the flute, "Tomorrow I will go to the city with Mr. Krijo,"

"He didn't come home for a month, there's nothing to expect." Dirga's words interrupted.

"I want to see for myself, after that I will go straight home, after saying the farewell words. Dad's not shy about having a widow's son?" his lips tried to laugh, harboring his heart wounds alone.

Dirga shook his head, "According to your grandfather's request after this, he is old enough. Staying and vacationing there, takes that city guy out of your brain. I'll have Haikal escort you..."

Hana nodded, then smiled, "I will accompany grandfather in Japan until he recovers,"

Grandpa? A few weeks ago, a private detective with a young man searched for him and Dirga. The young man who became the servant of the 90-year-old grandfather.

His goal? Seeking information about the whereabouts of Hana, the grandfather's only granddaughter. Although only through a video call, the old face looks weak with an oxygen hose attached to his nose.

Even the servant of the grandfather was also a pretty hard man. Waiting for Hana to return with him, set up a tent in front of the warehouse. A man is stiff like a rock, bathing and cleaning himself in the river. Not wanting to trouble Hana and Dirga, eating instant noodles in a packaged cup. The manager of his grandfather's company. Grandpa's adopted grandson. A waiter? I don't know what the status of this guy is.

Company leader? His current position is President Director of one of the leading companies in Japan.

Dirga gave a rough sigh staring at the young man who had come in and out of his tent, throwing water many times using a small bucket. His body was wet from a leaking tent.

"The one who is really stubborn." muttered Hana, following along she sighed, shaking her head in astonishment.

"Buck!! Better close your tent!! Shade here!! Drink some warm tea!!" shouted Dirga, still wearing his cowboy-style clothes.

But the stiff man who only wears trousers without a top, as a result of his wet clothes was silent, still stubbornly did not want to trouble others.

Until Dirga's patience runs out...

"Buck!! Comehere!! Or I'll assume you're ruining our view!!" dirga shouted, throwing his boots, throwing right at the head of the stubborn young man.

Until in the end the young man complied, with a bumpy head sitting next to Dirga and Hana's wet upper body covered in a thick white towel. With a flat face expression.

The three people who both sighed drinking tea stared at the rain.

Seriate