The President's Contract Wife
Chapter 87: Finally Meet

Three days have passed, it turns out that Ella really dropped today. Didn't expect the pain to start getting worse. Even so Ella stayed out of work. This girl is now at work. Started doing his day-to-day duties as an ordinary servant. Only, this time Ella wore a mask so that she could not show her smile again.

Huk .. huk ...

Ella coughing many times made her employee friend even more anxious. But Ella always hid her pain. For these four days, Rafa had really not visited her. It also makes him drop.

"La," he called to Ella who was daydreaming.

"La!" he patted Ella on the shoulder.

"Eh, yeah. What's up?" ask Ella to see it.

"You why the hell? How lately his work daydreaming continues, sometimes focus on working." Said smiling.

"Hehe, usual. Busy thinking"

"Hayo, think what?"

"It's okay." Ella lowered her head, wanting to vent, but afraid that she would be a burden to her friend.

"Well, this is for you." He gave Ella an invitation. "This what?" Ella accepted it unread.

"That's a wedding invitation, yesterday there was a guy who came here looking for you, he gave it to me. I'm sorry, I forgot yesterday until you." He said a little bit.

"Whose wedding is it?" ella asked not daring to read it fearing if this invitation was Rafa's wedding.

"Say it's his brother's wedding, if not wrong his name is De-devan. Well, that's her brother's name." His words made Ella more silent.

"De-devan?" said Ella gelagapan.

"Dad, Devan. Yesterday the guy who often came here turned out to be a rich guy knew. He is the second son of a businessman in the city. You turned out to be friends with the businessman's son." Clearly a small laugh. But this isn't funny to Ella. The invitation was immediately opened and correct, with two names that he was very familiar with.

"La, are you okay?" she saw Ella suddenly crying. Ella did not answer but ran into the toilet. Lock himself up and start to vent his sadness.

"So all this time" Ella wiped the tears that were falling down.

"Rafa is his sister? Why didn't he tell me?"

"Then why, Mr. Devan didn't look for me? I think once this necklace comes back to me, it'll come back to me, too." His waves pulled himself against the wall. Ella tore off the invitation and rubbed her eyes.

"Bas stupid, why am I crying! I should be glad they're getting married today." Ella unceasingly rubbed her two eyes. But it was free, his heart hurt again. Really great news for him. Ella sat down to the floor, bending her knees trying to calm down again.

But not realizing it, the TV sound played by other employees at the cafe made him surprised, it turns out that the marriage of Elisha and Devan was broadcast live. Ella drowned her head between her knees. This is the destruction of his life. That hope will be mere wishful thinking. His sadness was enough to make him suffer.

Just like Devan is now, this man is sitting on the edge of the bed. She wears the style prepared for her. Many times Ella's photo on her phone screen can't stop Devan from always staring at her. His face was not happy in the least, just the longing he gave today.

Busy daydreaming Ella, her bedroom door was knocked by someone. Devan doesn't care, but the guy keeps coming in to see Devan. It was none other than Rafa.

"Why did you come in here?" devan asked cynically putting his phone nearby. Devan is worried because Rafa is told to come in to coax him out.

"Don't be mad at me. I know, you don't want to marry Elisha. But Mami really likes him, you better get out. Don't always lock yourself up here." Rafa sits near Devan, yet sees a photo of Ella on Devan's phone screen.

"Ck, if you were in my position, would you take it? I just want to marry the woman I love!" devan is serious.

"Yes, yeah. Everyone is like that, but Elisha is the woman you used to love. After all, the wife you thought was dead." Rafa doesn't know if Ella is the woman his sister always thought of.

"So what you say! My wife is not dead!" devan's clutch on his sister's collar.

"Yes, yeah. Sorry," tepis Rafa stood up then pouted at Devan's determination that it was hard to forget his wife.

"Actually, who the hell is the wife you mean, bang?" asked Rafa sitting back down starting to be curious.

"Don't you know!" ketus Devan stood up from his room to see his parents' guests outside. Rafa pouted ignored, but as he stood wanting to leave as well, Devan's phone fell from the bed. Rafa frowned, just this time Devan forgot to take his phone. Rafa also took it, how surprised he was when he turned on a photo that was familiar to him.

"Well, is this Ara's picture? Why is it on her phone screen bang Devan?" thought Rafa looked incredulous and finally remembered the photo given by his friend first.

"Gosh, I just remembered. I should have asked her directly from the beginning, what it has to do with Ara. Argh, shit!" rafa begins to get angry, fearing that the husband Ella meant that night was her own sister.

Crews!

The door of the room opened again, Rafa turned to Devan who was back in.

"Loh, it turns out my phone is here apparently, here give it to me." Devan approaches his sister, but Rafa takes a step back and shows a picture of Ella pointing at her.

"Say, who's he bang? Is she the wife you were referring to?" rafa looked at him seriously. Anger and disappointment began to rage in his heart. Worry if Ella's rejection at that time because of Devan.

"It's none of your business, give it to me!" devan said he wanted to take it, but Rafa immediately lunged at the shirt of Devan's sleeve.

"Honest bang! This girl is my friend, she's Ara. She's the girl I like! Why, why is my friend's picture here, what's your relationship with him!" peeking Rafa began to get emotional. Devan was instantly silent on the spot, shocked that his sister knew Ella. Rafa also said he liked it.

"Wife? So this is the wife you said was dead?" rafa asked to confirm it and did not care about Devan's words.

"Yes, she's Ella. She's my wife, whom I love so much."

"Ahaha, love? If you're in love, then why don't you come looking for her at all!" Once again Rafa is angry. Hate and be disappointed to know all this.

"Don't I tell you he's dead" Devan said, grabbing his phone and turning around.

"Now, don't you call my wife out of your mouth again." Devan started walking out. However, just coming near the door, Rafa shouted.

"Ara's not dead, bang!"

The deg!

Devan turned to look at him. "What do you mean this?" devan asked in shock immediately approaching him.

"He-he's alive, he's been living alone out there all along. If I hadn't stopped him that night from committing suicide, he would have died. But until now he's still alive and struggling out there, and you're resigned to your marriage. Have you been unable to find Ara all this time?" clearly Rafa looked hatefully at Devan. Feeling that his brother is too weak now.

Devan immediately grabbed Rafa by the neck collar, looked at him seriously and started to get emotional. I want to read my sister's mind this time.

"If so, why don't you tell me from the beginning, ha!" devan started to rage. Rafa clicked and then brushed it off.

"Why are you angry! I should have been the one who was angry, you were really stupid and weak! Now, you better go to this cafe," said Rafa gave the cafe address to Devan.

"This what?"

"It's where Ella works, I'm sure she'll be there by now. Go, before it's too late." Said Rafa looking down feeling a little calm despite having to endure the pain of knowing all this. Devan looked at his sister, right what Rafa said. He had to go get Ella back. Devan immediately turned out of the room and quietly headed to the parking lot, picked up Rafa's motorbike and went through the officers.

"Well, where'd Devan go?" ask Ny. Mira went inside the room and only saw Rafa who was still standing down.

"Rafa, are you okay, son?" Rafa was silent for a while then looked at his mother and immediately hugged her.

"The world is so narrow, Mih. Apparently, the girl I like is his wife bang Devan who is still alive. I liked him first, but ...." Rafa did not continue, but cried in his mother's arms. Mrs. Mira was certainly silent to watch her son cry this time. The girl who broke her heart never thought it belonged to her own brother.

"So, Ara is Ella?" ask Ny. Miras. He only knows two names that he thinks are different.

"Yes, Mih. Her name is Aradella. I called him, Ara. But it turns out -" Rafa fell silent again, so shy of crying in front of his mother. A little bit of stuffing makes Mrs. Mira pity.

"Now, where's your brother?" ask Ny. Mira again.

"She's gone, bang Devan's gone to pick her up." Rafa said to answer and then looked down. Mrs. Mira is now starting to be disappointed in Aradella who has made her two sons like this. But, her mother's taste began to make her unable to hate this poor girl. Mrs. Mira immediately came out to tell her husband. If Devan leaves the house.

Rafa sat back on the edge of the bed bearing his disappointment. Unlike Devan, who travels to the cafe, it's so happy to know Ella is alive. Devan's motor stopped right in front of the cafe. Devan immediately went down and went into the cafe.

Really so crowded that finally accidentally nudged by someone who passed out of the cafe. But Devan didn't care, he went to one of the servants to ask about Ella.

"Sorry, madam. Is there anyone here named Ella?" devan's question made the female employee speechless. Not because of Devan's charming good looks, but that name is familiar to him.

"I mean Aradella, huh?"

"Yes, mbak. Is there a ya?" ask Devan again.

"Oh he's my friend, he's been working here for a long time, but he just got home. You can-" she said stopped seeing Devan leave her. Still want to talk. Devan doesn't care and gets out of the cafe. Looking for Ella around the cafe. Running through visitors who pass by.

"Girla!" devan shouted tired. There's no sign of her existence. Devan lowered his head, starting to glaze over.

"Ella, where are you baby. Where are you!" peekik Devan did not care about the eyes of others to him, who shouted here and there. Both of his eyes were already watering, wanting to shed tears. But free, Devan still did not find it until it finally fell to the ground.

Devan lowered his head, he had to quickly find it before his father's subordinates came looking for him. Both of his hands clenched and then stood up again, rubbing his two eyes roughly. But, to his surprise, it faintly saw the person who nudged him walk away from him. Devan immediately shouts out wildly hoping that the man is Ella, his sought-after wife.

"ELLA!" devan's cry so loudly yelling at him made him flinch. Not because he was called, but was very familiar with the voice until he finally turned to see Devan. Both of his eyes slightly widened and immediately opened his mask.

"Mr Devan?"

The afternoon breeze directly hit Ella's syall, Devan's eyes immediately fixed with Ella's face clearly visible in front of him. Devan rubbed his eyes hoping he didn't see it wrong. But this time it was really a surprise for both of them.

Devan slowly approached her with her two teary eyes starting to want to cry again. It's funny, just because the person she's been missing all this time makes it so sad. Ella rubbed her eyes many times, hoping that this was real for her. The meeting in this afternoon made the two finally let go of each other's longing.

"You-you're actually here?" lirih Devan sobbed for a moment.

"Yes, I'm always here waiting for you. But please pinch me, am I not dreaming right now?" ella began to slowly shed tears.

Not the pinch Devan gave her, but the hug she missed so much from her husband. Ella's cry broke even more hearing Devan's expression for her. This is what he's been waiting for these three weeks. His patience has borne fruit.

"You're not dreaming anymore, it's really me coming for you,"

"I miss you so much, Ella." Devan breathed out his cries and longing. Three weeks into holding her back, she finally sees Ella back. Devan sobbed to hold her tightly, unwilling for Ella to leave him again. No matter the view of others passing around him.