My Rich Husband's
The Part 40
Saturday should be a holiday for everyone. Time to rest your body after five days of work. But not for Danzel. Today he had to meet with clients at his favorite Ravintola restaurant in the mall.
“Isn't that Miss Diora sir?” said Steve pointed to two women who were busy playing pump it up on rides special adult games.
When it happened at the hotel, Steve did not know anything. Because he did not meet with the client. He had permission to look after his sick son, and Danzel allowed him to do his own work.
Steve already knows the problem of his boss, but he can not find the mastermind behind the trap of his master. So there's no evidence to prove Danzel's innocence.
Danzel stopped her steps, looking up at Steve pointing. Her heart was happy to see Diora, because her former lover always avoided her, even to just reply to messages.
“Let's go there,” invites Danzel to step with certainty approaching Diora who is laughing happily, but a second later the laughter was lost when she met the view with him.
Danzel's heart ached to see the look on her ex-boyfriend's face that immediately changed drastically after seeing her. Usually Diora would always be happy if she met him, but not at the moment.
He wanted to rest in front of Diora until she forgave him and accepted him back. If it could change Diora's stance, she would definitely do it right now.
“Can we talk?” pinta Danzel when Diora was ready to go avoid her.
“Nothing we need to talk about anymore, our relationship is over,” subtly rejects Diora, she turns her face back on Danzel. As strong as his strength held the rumble in his chest that began to explode so as not to cry.
“I don't hate you,” said Diora, her voice as if to continue. “But I'm rearranging my heart,” he continued. The more his chest rumbled, as he said those words to the person who was still engraved in his heart.
“I love you so much and I know you still love me,” Danzel said. He approached Diora and hugged her from behind. Inhaling voraciously the scent of vanilla attached to the body of her former lover. Heedless of the rebellion Diora gave and ignored the gazes of the curious visitors with their debates.
“Detach,” moans Diora trying to get out of the clutches of that burly hand.
“Not ... I won't let you go, before you tell me the truth if you still love me,” push Danzel further tighten her hand.
“Let me go, you made us into spectacle material,” witty Diora. He was embarrassed by the gazes of the visitors who saw it strangely, some even perpetuate with their phones.
“I'll let you go as long as you're honest with your feelings,” Danzel's proposal makes Diora sigh deeply to strengthen.
“I still love you, but it doesn't matter anymore .. You still have to take responsibility for what you did.” The melt of tears escaped by itself, a pain not the play Diora said that. Never thought he would give up his love in this way.
“Do you have the heart to separate us who love each other?” lick Danzel. To be honest, he was disappointed by Diora's decision to ask him to marry a woman he did not love at all.