Hidden Rich Man's
The Part 69
Danesh seems to be weighing. He did not want if his wife went there to end up insulted again. “No, why did you visit the person who made fun of you,” refused.
Felly took one step closer to her husband. He took the big hand and grabbed it. “Whatever he is, we are brothers. Although I was angry with him, but I could not cover my worries with him, because I was with him in the womb,”.
Danesh took his breath. He knew how worried his fellow twin brother was, because he was also a quadruple. “OK, but I'm inter.”
Felly developed her smile. “Thank you, husband buleku.” He pinched Danesh's nose. She wanted to hug her husband but was put down because she did not dare to start.
“Making you happy turns out to be that simple,” muttered Danesh by ruffling Felly's hair but he immediately tidied back.
Felly is happy when her hair is ruffled or stroked. Whatever Danesh did to her, Felly loved it.
“Wait a minute.” Danesh leaves Felly, he calls the only employee he has.
“What's up, Boss?” ask an employee named Helmi.
“Please replace me for a while to take care of this coffee shop. Take care of the cashier and serve customers like I taught you,” pinta Danesh.
“Siap, carry out.” Helmi pays respect just like during the flag ceremony.
Danesh just shook his head. “Ya. I'll drop you my coffee shop, for a second. I'll be out with my wife,”. “You want to drop something when I get back?” bargained for.
Helmi shakes. “No, Boss. I just tipped, you and your wife survived when leaving and came back here again.”
Danesh gave a little smile. He gave a pat on Helmi's shoulder for a moment. “I go first. If there's a problem, let me know immediately,” said goodbye.
Helmi gave an okay gesture using her finger.
Felly immediately grabbed Danesh's hand with a smile that never faded, because his hand was in the hands of her husband's burly hand and the two walked hand in hand towards the parking lot.
Felly took the time to look to the right and looked up a little to see the face of her husband who was focused on looking ahead.
Can we keep going like this? Felly murmured in the heart. He could not feel his tears because he remembered that it could not happen to him and Danesh. She was self-conscious and knew very well that there was a woman who was waiting for her husband.
Why it hurts so much to love you. Felly continued his words inwardly. He looked back to the front as his hands wiped his tears.
Both arrived at Danesh's motorbike. Two-wheeled vehicles that two weeks ago Danesh bought in installments and only came yesterday as their daily transportation. Danesh realizes that he needs a vehicle for his mobilization. There is no way he invites Felly to ride the angkot and walk.
“Helmnya in use first,” reprimanded Danesh when his wife was already ahead of the ride on the motorbike.
Felly who was unfocused due to thinking about the fate of her marriage, scratched her nape that was not itchy. “Sorry, I forgot.”
Again Danesh ruffled Felly's hair. “Do not repeat.” He put a helmet on his wife's head.
Felly gave her sweet smile in return.
Danesh started riding on the motorbike and began to drive it to the highway.
“Handle, later you can fall,” reprimand Danesh. His unused left hand to pull the gas lever he moved to grab Felly's hand and wrap his wife's hands in her stomach.
Felly, obviously, is very happy with such a position. “I love you,” he said very softly and carried by the road wind anyway, so Danesh can not hear it. She rested her head on her husband's back.