The Savage Wife of Mr. Delon
ISTDS. A request you haven't yet granted

Delon and Andreas have arrived in front of the apartment. The latest luxury car parked in black. Soon Delon came out and walked towards the main door.

Several security guards at the door greeted him.

"Good Night, Mr. Delon" he said.

"Night, has there been no occupant in my apartment up until now?" ask him a stale question.

"I think so, sir," said the security manager confidently.

"****," Delon's curse then passed. The security guard looked down and almost stepped up.

"I'm going to lock it, stay where you are" Andreas said, then stepped away following Delon's seemingly impetuous steps.

Delon and Andreas seemed to be hastily walking towards the elevator. Andreas finds Delon panicking from the look on his face that is red, but the man does not want to admit what he felt earlier. Andreas knows quite well Delon's facial expression. It wasn't a year or two they were together. It's easy enough for Andreas to know how his boss feels.

They came in and pressed the 34th floor. Not long after, the two handsome men arrived at the apartment unit owned by Delon. He looked at the door that did not look locked.

Delon slowly opened the door. I don't know, right now his feelings are uncertain, but he hopes nothing happens with Zifana. He hoped that the woman was okay.

Delon stepped in, his eyes fixed on the dining table. Zifana always pay attention to the affairs of the stomach, she always prepares delicious food for him. Delicious? Yes, for Delon Zifana cuisine is very delicious. But never once did he praise her in front of the woman. Why does the dining table seem empty now?

Delon's heart was beating, Delon opened the door of the lounge room. Several times Delon saw Zifana performing prayers there, not knowing Zifana he always did the same thing when Zifana had left the room. Now Delon just hope the beautiful woman has finished the obstacle and pray there, but there is nothing in the room, making Delon's heart more crowded.

Delon let out a long sigh, he turned his steps towards the television room. Wishing that beautiful woman to sleep on the sofa. But there's no one. Delon was disappointed again.

Delon closed his eyes.

"Is he in the room?" tanyanya.

Even to say his name Delon can not afford. The name Zifana for him is very beautiful, said the name Zifana mouth is able to vibrate the heart and soul.

With a small run Delon climbed the stairs for the sake of the stairs.

"Miss Zifa where are you?"

His voice echoed calling out Zifa's name. Andreas who heard gazing towards Delon. It is certain that Delon is feeling tight. Where's Miss Zifana? A question that ranted in the brain of Andreas who is now on the balcony of the room.

Delon let out a long sigh, climbing one by one the stairs with his steps getting slower, slower, his chest tightened. Where is that woman? Why does Delon seem unable to accept the fact that the woman left the apartment?

Slowly Delon opened the door of the room, stepping into his room. Empty, making Delon's heart even more congested.

The shadow of Zifana is in the corner of this room. But it disappeared a little later. There was no Zifana in her bed, no one welcomed her as usual. Where's that woman?

Delon walked towards the wardrobe, Zifana's clothes were still laughing neatly inside. He rubbed his face rough. This morning he still felt the gentle touch of his wife's hand, the delicious cuisine of his wife.

Delon walked up to his wife's dresser, a few hours ago Zifana was still sitting here combing her hair.

Delon landed his butt on the chair, stretched out his hand to take Papa Zifana's picture frame. In fact, there were no wedding photos that he captured, weren't there many wedding photos that Andreas took? then why not frame it just one? Delon swore annoyed. I don't know who he's upset with.

"Where are you Zifa?" smirking again. Until one last conversation with Zifana was recorded clearly in his brain.

"You're in the apartment, there's mama. I don't think Elijah is fussy, I'll call you if I need your help" Delon said at the time.

Zifana looked smiling, they ate together. Until the time came, Delon decided to leave.

"I have to leave, maybe for a few days I can't visit you" Delon said.

Zifana smiled and looked towards her husband, both of them looking at each other. I don't know what feelings are in both minds. It felt very tight and very piercing his heart.

"Hem, heart of heart. I'm sorry if I've upset you so much" Zifana said, kissing Delon's palm.

Delon closed his eyes, inexplicably his heart was warm to Zifana's treatment. Zifana stood up, Delon grabbed Zifana's slender waist and kissed the top of his wife's head.

Zifana then closed her eyes, being in Delon's arms felt very comfortable.

"Sister, leave. Don't miss me" said Zifana, chuckling. Delon furrowed his brows, he chuckled as well. Cold and fierce face somewhere.

"Who do you think you are? Not even meeting you forever was no problem for me," he said then waltzed away.

Delon stood up and clenched his hands. He seemed to realize something.

"Did Zifana go?"

Delon shook his head, a sense of anger, a sense of annoyance, a sense of tightness all mixed into one. Delon ran to the balcony. There is no Zifana.

"****, base female circumcision. After getting the unlimited card you left!!!," he shouted.

"I thought you really changed, you're the same!" said loudly. Tight chest. Chests rumbling.

"You where Zifana is!"

****, Dor

Bump Delon while throwing a picture frame simultaneously. Delon rubbed his face rough. He felt heartache, broken. Wh why? Is it because love is beginning to grow? I don't know.

Delon calmed himself down and dropped himself on the bed. His hand was outstretched and accidentally touched something on the nightstand.

Soon the handsome man sat down, he saw acces cards, unlimited cards there.

Deg his heart was getting sicker, when he found out that the card was there. Delon rubbed his face rough.

I wanted to punish myself for Zifana's departure. Delon felt like a stupid human being, did Zifana go because of her? Delon ceaselessly blamed himself. However, his ego seemed to not admit everything.

"Just go if you want!" Shouted Delon as the words Zifana mumbled back in his mind.

Delon rubbed his face rough and made a single blow to the wall. Fresh blood flowed.when the net found a paper on the nightstand as well.

Soon Delon's bloodied hand took the paper. It opened slowly with a broken feeling.

Dear Mr. Delon, please,

I'm sorry I may never be able to erase my mistake, a wife who left the apartment without your permission.

But I'm sorry it's there for me. Though your hatred is more than your forgiveness.

Thank you for the kindness I have not been able to repay. Thank you for the brief togetherness that contains crying, sad, happy and simultaneously able to make me feel perfect. With you once made me a mother, with you once made me a wife.

Maybe I can't pay for all your kindness. All I need is an apology.

I guess, our brief togetherness imprints in the chest. I can't afford to stay by your side just to be the third person in your household. Be happy with your wife, with Elijah.

Didn't you ever say you would grant my two wishes back then? You just gave him one. Right now, I'm asking you to let me go for good.

Ziphana

Delon sat on the bed, his heart breaking, the corner of his eyes wet.

"Zifana," heeled.

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