Missing In The Heart
Chapters 120.Crush deminya.

Moving from the catwalk stage to the back of the stage, Rachel was immediately greeted with boisterous applause and cheers from the crew of her work team. So did Merry who immediately greeted Rachel with a warm embrace. The woman is the only person who knows the hard work of the fashion designer, as well as how her current mood is. Rachel received their welcome with joy. Although both corners of his lips very stiff form an arch, but he continues to try to describe a smile that has never subsided since the show took place.

Some representatives from fashion magazines were in droves to do a short interview, Rachel met them and just spoke briefly. Answering some general questions about the results of his plans and rejecting media that offend his personal life. But the name of the media, never satisfied if you do not find hot news to spread. Continuously raise the topic of the shaking of his household that has been smelled by the media. Seeing Rachel being overwhelmed, Merry tries to take over. Luckily an incoming phone call from Kimmy leaves Rachel with a reason to step aside from the place.

He breathed a long sigh before he finally picked up his phone. At the end there, Kimmy's loud voice immediately greeted him and congratulated him, then continued speaking long without pause.

"Replace, wait..." Sela Rachel, because Kimmy's words do not have a semicolon so it is not caught clearly in her hearing.

There was a momentary sigh from across the street, and then he spoke again. "Do you know where I am now?" Ask Kimmy. Sounded dramatic.

Rachel curled her brows for a moment. "Aren't you in Paris? Paris fashion week, right?" The canal.

Kimmy sniffed annoyed. "Oh my god! Yeah, you obviously know that. I mean, now guess where I am?"

Rachel scratched the temple while thinking. "Are you with Karl Lagerfeld? The head of Coco Chanel's fashion house?" Guess it.

"Ok, ok, that's also true. But there's more to the surprise than that." Kimmy fishing rod with gauntlet. Rachel just silently listened while staring at the snow that came back down slowly from behind the thick glass of the hotel where she was. Feeling no response from Rachel, Kimmy said again. "I had a meeting with the head of Coco Chanel's fashion house at the hotel where she was staying. And you know what? it turns out the name of this hotel is 'Langdon Hotel'." Kimmy Bright.

Rachel frowned in wonder. "You mean the hotel name is the same as my last name?" He did not understand the direction of his best friend's conversation. "Then?" Further again.

"Come On dear!!!" Back Kimmy clucked in annoyance. "Did you not understand yet?" Ask again who again did not get a response.

"Rachel darling....This hotel belongs to your husband. The hotel changed its name after it was bought by Alister group a few months ago. It means your husband gave the name of this hotel with your family name as a form of love for you." Kimmy explained. "And you know? I just saw your in-laws here too!" Added.

Hearing Kimmy's last words, Rachel's back suddenly stiffened. "You mean Mr. James Alister?"

"How many are your in-laws?"

"Are you sure?" Ask Rachel back

"I'm sure. Why would I lie? My eyes are not myopic." Kimmy Assertive.

"Aren't you in the last few months busy going back and forth to the alister hotel looking for your husband's news? And now his father is here." Pekik Kimmy enthusiastic. "So, what should I do to help you?" Bargainly. Anything will be done to help his best friend. But a few seconds passed there was no response from the end of the connection.

Rachel nibbled at the end of her nails while thinking fast. This was a chance for her to meet the middle-aged man who had separated her from her husband. A chance for him to break it.

"What's on your mind?" Kimmy asked who only heard Rachel's sigh.

"Kim, that guy's still there, right?"

"Looks like. I saw him get into the elevator with his secretary. Maybe head to his room to rest. Or the... I don't know... But take it easy, I'll check in at this hotel and try to find out. If need be I'll secretly follow him everywhere."

"No, I don't want you to get involved with him."

"Then, what should I do for you?"

"I'll be there. You just observe the movement."

"No...!" Shouted Kimmy on the other end. "You are pregnant. It's too risky for you to travel."

"Kim, this is my only chance. After all, a flight from here to Paris is just over an hour away. My son must be strong and survive. It's for the daddy's sake, too."

"But chel.....?"

"Please...Kim, help me this time..." Pinta Rachel, then close the call unilaterally. Hurry up to tidy up his things and get up from there.

"Rachel Miss?" Tegur Merry who saw Rachel was in such a hurry. "What's happen?"

"I want to go to Paris now."

Both of Merry's eyebrows shot up perfectly. "Tonight?"

Rachel nodded quickly then explained everything. Merry tries to hold back given Rachel's pregnant circumstances, but Rachel insists that this may be the only chance she has.

After taking her passport and Visa at Penthouse, Rachel goes straight to the airport to be escorted by Merry. Merry volunteered to accompany her to Paris, but again Rachel refused subtly.

Rachel booked the last remaining flight to Paris that night. Without waiting for a long time, Rachel was now sitting in the plane seat.

An incoming call from Kimmy again sounded loud from his phone. Rachel hurried to accept and tell him that she was on the plane. After closing the call from Kimmy, another call came in. A foreign number with a country code that is also foreign according to him. Just about to receive it, information from the flight attendant who echoed through the aircraft cabin speakers made him unable to receive the call. He finally ignored the incoming call and changed his phone mode to airplane mode and immediately used his seatbelt, because the plane will soon take off.

In his gentle swab his stomach felt unsettled throbbing. It was as if her fetus wanted to say something to her. His heart was beating fast with a feeling that was difficult to describe. Like there was an over-anxious feeling suffocating his chest.

Vir.... You're okay there, right?

I hope this is not a sign that something is happening to you...

Please hold on for us...

He breathed deeply, then exhaled slowly to break down his anxiety.

"Honey, help mommy again. Stay in Mommy's stomach. You are strong in there, baby. Right now we're on our way to meet granpa, hopefully we can meet him." He nodded as he continued to rub his stomach with a look turned to the window. Staring at the path of the plane that looks like running fast backwards, followed by a rumbling sound when the plane has split a pile of thick clouds that stretch.

From there, Rachel took a taxi to the address Kimmy had given her.

A moment later, Rachel arrived in front of a magnificent tall building located not far from the Eiffel Tower worldwide. Both corners of his lips were drawn slowly to see the name of the place taken from his last name. It might just be one of the surprises Mahavir prepared for him, he thought.

Rachel stepped into the lobby where Kimmy was waiting for her. Some of the men in black who were on guard looked surprised to see it and immediately told the information to his superior through the earpiece. Rachel noticed the movements of the men and recognized them immediately through the family symbol that was neatly embroidered on each of their ties. But Rachel ignored him and chose to pretend she didn't realize it, continuing to swing her steps into the hotel.

But not a few steps the people immediately intercepted him, holding him back to go deeper into the hotel.

With a lot of anger, Rachel drove the people away and caused a little commotion. Make some eyes look at them. Including Kimmy who had been sitting waiting on the sofa reflex ran over.

"Rachel, what's wrong?" Kimmy asked gently pulled Rachel's arm with her right hand, while her left hand moved pushing against the body of one of the men in black who stood firmly blocking Rachel's steps.

Rachel did not respond to Kimmy's question, continuing to try to get past the people who were blocking her. His face was already flushed with hunting breaths restraining his emotional turmoil.

"Rachel, remember you're pregnant. Don't be like this." Kimmy reminded while pulling Rachel away from those people.

Rachel's facial expression was no longer bad. His tears began to fall down his cheeks. His body shook violently.

"Kim, I have to meet him. I need to clear up all these misunderstandings. This is my only chance." He did it regardless of all the eyes that looked at him. Among those who recognize him as a famous fashion designer who has just appeared on the BBC broadcast in London. Even looks like fellow designers, coincidentally most of those who are staying at the hotel are people who prepare for the Paris fashion week event like Kimmy.

Kimmy pulled Rachel into his arms. But Rachel pushed Kimmy. I don't want to give up at all.

Rachel again tried to pass the guards, saying that her status was still valid as the wife of the hotel owner and only wanted to meet her father-in-law, but still the same. He remains in his place.

Rachel looked at her. Sweep every corner of the luxurious classic European design building. Then turned to look at the people around him who looked at him with different gazes.

Close his eyes while taking a deep breath. Then it slowly let down its body rest in front of the guards standing before him.

"Oh my god. Rachel, what are you doing?" Shouted Kimmy while pulling Rachel to stand up. But Rachel remained unmoved in her position.

"Sorry, Miss Alister, don't be like this." Said one of the guards who was very surprised by the woman's action.

"Please.i just want to meet Mr. James...." Petanya. His tears were washing his face.

All the guards were unable to fulfill his request, they could only bow respectfully without moving places.

"Rachel...." Call Kimmy again, persuading Rachel to stand up.

Rachel brushed Kimmy's hand off her arm. He looked up and shook his head slowly at Kimmy. "I will stay like this until Mahavir's father is willing to see me...."

"But....." Kimmy stopped his words. His glowing net looked around him. Several camera blitzs alternately panned toward Rachel. Taking a portrait of him kneeling in the middle of the lobby. But the person being photographed had no regard for him at all.

Now for the sake of Mahavir, Rachel willingly humbled herself. Releasing his arrogance, releasing all the self-esteem that was so highly upheld all this time. Even being able to give up her successful career in order to meet her husband again, can reunite to repair the relationship that was damaged by her stupidity and selfishness.

Rachel is helpless right now. Whatever he would do was only for the sake of the man he had once desperately rejected. The man who received all baseless hatred from him. A man who has been hurt many times and destroy his feelings.

Rachel's face started to pale. His body even looked trembling, but it remained hard on his stance. Staying on his knees amidst the unceasing crowd highlighted him.

Kimmy grimaced at the sight of her best friend. He again wanted to persuade him to get up from his position, before finally the sound of pentovel-shoe footsteps could be heard approaching. From behind the body of the guards, appeared the figure of Mr. Forer-sektretaris of Mr. James who had taken Mahavir forcibly from the hospital.

Mr. Forer bowed respectfully for a moment to Rachel, then bowed his body to pull the two women's shoulders to get up. But again Rachel brushed it off.

"I won't stand until Mr. James comes to see me!" (I won't stand until Mr. James comes to see me)

"Sorry Mrs's. Alister, Mr. James just left this hotel." (Sorry Mr. Alister, Mr. James just left this hotel.)

"What do you mean??" (What do you mean?) Rachel asked in disappointment. His face looked up with a sharp look asking for an explanation.

Feeling unbearable to see Rachel, Mr. Forrer finally explained that Mr. James had just left the hotel by helicopter. His father-in-law suddenly returned to America because something happened to Mahavir.

Rachel's face stiffened and paled. "WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HUSBAND?" His shouting.

Mr. Forrer reluctantly replied and only bowed respectfully. Turn around and get out of there.

"WAITT.....!" Shouted Rachel calling Mr. Forrer's back. Mr. Forrer stopped his steps and turned to look at Rachel who looked very chaotic. "At least please...tell me where is my husband? please......" His screams begged in frustration interspersed with sobs.

"Please......" Pinta Rachel once again, was so very begging to be told where her husband was.

Yet again Mr Forrer just bowed respectfully. Ask Rachel to go back to London, because all her efforts will only be in vain. Then turned around completely leaving Rachel who was still unmoved with her imposing position. The guards withdrew and followed Mr. The forrer.

Rachel immediately dropped her body sitting on the floor. Looking at Mr. Nanar. Forrer, who was far away completely lost his sight. The extreme disappointment was so overwhelming to his soul. The water glided freely, falling soaked the tile floor so shiny.

Kimmy sat down next to Rachel. Pulling that trembling body into his arms. While her net looked intently at the people around her who were looking at them with a compassionate look.

"What's wrong with you guys? Haven't you ever seen anyone cry, huh?" (What's wrong with you guys? never seen anyone cry, huh?) Shouted Kimmy commemorating the men. Hose then he took Rachel to sit on the sofa in the lobby. One of the hotel staff approached and gave them bottled water. Kimmy accepts it and drinks it to Rachel, who appears to be in shock.

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