Missing In The Heart
Chapter 72.Dirman??

Rachel gave a smile, trying to hold back her laughter. Gee whiz... It's only fitting that if I go to his cafe first he often misbehaves. What did I order, what did he give me...Rachel's inner murmur while shaking amusedly considering the behavior of the oriental-faced young man who at that time often gave him free drinks if he and Kimmy and some friends used to gather in his cafe. He did not think that the cute young man had a crush on him. He had thought that the cute young man was just being friendly to some young girls.

Still with a smile that boasted he also returned to see the next photo.

In the next photos still show the young man in black in the first photo, as well as the young man with an oriental face earlier but with a different appearance, it looks like the photo was taken on a different day.

Rachel looked carefully and curiously at each photo, but neither the oriental-faced young man nor the black-skinned young man was the focus. From some of their photos, not far behind the young man seemed a familiar figure to him.

His high curiosity made his thumb continue to move wiping the phone screen. Both pupils appeared to move, looking at each portrait one by one.

However, the more he observed each picture the more his facial expression changed. Until then when he arrived at the last photo and saw a glimpse of the young man in the portrait, Rachel immediately gasped. Shock more precisely.

This is......???

Rachel Pias' face immediately followed a stiffening body. The phone that had been in his grasp suddenly just escaped from his fingers, fell down and crashed on the marble floor.

Rachel's mind guessed. As his mind was in sync with his consciousness, spontaneously his two hands raised smothering his mouth. He couldn't believe what he saw just now. His blood flow suddenly felt hot, flowing fast and centered on his face which suddenly felt stiff. Rachel could feel her heart beating strongly and could not control it.

No. gabe... Not likely....

This is impossible....

Rachel shook her head, still with the palm of her hand smothering her mouth. The memory she had cast away from far away now filled her mind again.

I.that.it. Dirman right?

I didn't see it wrong, did I?

Is that really him...?

But how can.....?

Her... He...in London.....???

He followed me all the way here....??

Rachel's inner self continued to fumble while nibbling at the tip of her trembling fingernails involuntarily. Monologue yourself with his feelings. He shrank his body down on the marble floor and grabbed his cell phone which was now on the floor.

Rachel let out a long sigh for a while to strengthen her heart, then looked back at the photo she still had a glimpse of earlier.

There was a young man who looked like Dirman standing while looking seriously ahead, wearing a thick dark gray shirt jacket with a scarf wrapped around his neck and covering his chin to part of his mouth. Both of his eyes were framed by glasses. While his body is already a little filled with skin that looks clean white. But her curly hair was still the same as the last time she saw it, and it was because of her hairstyle that made Rachel believe that it was Dirman. Rachel zooms in on the image to make sure she doesn't see it wrong.

Simultaneously Mahavir appeared in the doorway. "Darling, what just fell?"

Rachel who was sitting on the floor holding her phone looked up and looked at Mahavir. "Ah, ta.tadi.tadi I just slipped and fell..." His words lied with a wave and a voice that was still choked.

"Fall down?" Rush Mahavir approached Rachel and sat down half-couching in front of Rachel while observing the state of his wife. "Why can you, baby? Is anyone sick?" Her question was attentive, but Rachel looked at him with an indescribable gaze.

Mahavir continued to ask Rachel, but Rachel seemed to think of Mahavir's voice as the wind and was stunned in her daydream.

Concerned, Mahavir carried Rachel's body and sat her on the bedside. He could feel Rachel's trembling body in her arms, and Mahavir knelt before Rachel while watching Rachel's strained face. "Are you really okay? Your face a little pale?" He asked as he grabbed Rachel's children's hair and pinned it behind his wife's ear.

Seeing Mahavir's worries, Rachel quickly dissolved her thoughts and tried to temper the turbulent feelings within her. She no longer wanted to make her husband think of her. Quite foolish at the time of the incident at the Sea, he no longer wanted to show his fragility to the man before him who was so sincere in love with him.

Rachel nodded her head slowly and tried to review her smile. "I'm fine." He said while putting his phone into his coat pocket.

"It looks like you're still exhausted, baby." Rubbing Rachel's cheek, peeling her forehead and hugging her. "I'm sorry if I get too excited when you're with you and make you tired like this...." She kissed Rachel's head repeatedly.

"Vir... I'm fine, just accidentally fell." He said, trying to calm Mahavir.

"You better rest again, we don't have to go out first." The impression again, with a face mimic that shows his concern.

"I... I'm fine. Look, I'm okay, right?" Pushing slowly Mahavir's chest and distancing his body so that Mahavir can see the whole of himself. "I just need to breathe some air outside...." Reciprocity.

"You sure?" Mahavir asked by raising both of his eyebrows.

Rachel nodded quickly, still with a smile she forced.

"alright. But if you feel tired you say yeah?" Gently rubbing Rachel's head, then got up and walked to the walking closet. Take her longcoat that is in the same color as the coat Rachel wore from the cupboard hanger and wear it quickly, then come back to Rachel. "Come...." He said as he gently pulled his wife's hand to stand up from her seat and followed her.

Rachel's footstep continues to follow where Mahavir's footsteps stand. While both eyes focus on seeing his hand that is tightly grasped in Mahavir's hand that always feels warm.

The sports car driven by Mahavir has now been driven in the middle of the road in central London. Pitted against each other, as well as several red double-decker buses with several different destinations. Orange dried leaves are seen more and more covering the streets.

Mahavir drove his car so calmly with one hand driving and the other hand still faithfully grasped Rachel's hand. Linking his five fingers to the sidelines of his wife's fingers tightly. Every now and then he even kissed the smooth back of his hand. But the owner of the hand did not respond, and was stunned during the trip. It was as if his soul was flying out of nowhere, leaving his body sitting beside Mahavir.

In her mind Rachel was filled with millions of questions she could not answer. Some strange thoughts were now milling in his mind. But he dispelled all the possibilities in his mind. He doesn't want to guess too far. It could just be someone similar. Is it impossible for someone like Dirman to set foot in London? Wh-wh-what for? Well, it's definitely not him... Rachel's mind kept on raging and did not realize Mahavir who had called her.

"Darling...."

"Rachel....."

"Rachel darling....?"

"Hmmm yeah?" He looked and scrunched his forehead. "Why?"

Mahavir unraveled his smile, the hand that was holding tightly Rachel's hand lifted and gently stroked Rachel's cheek. "Dreaming about what?" He asked as he moved his body closer and opened Rachel's seatbelt.

Rachel's eyebrows shot up, still unfocused.

"We've arrived, baby...." He said and kissed Rachel's lips with a glance.

Rachel gasped, she circulated her gaze looking out the windshield of the car. So drowning in his daydream, he did not realize that he had reached his destination. Rachel took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to push back something that was raging in her mind for the umpteenth time and trying to focus on her surroundings.

"Darling wait a minute..." Mahavir let go of his embrace and pulled out a grocery troly and pushed him. "Where did we go, baby?"

"Ah, to....." Look to the right and left. "Just go there first." Rachel pointed to the kitchen area of need.

"Okey darling...." Turn the troly to the right and push it. "You're the one who put in the stuff we need well..."

Rachel nodded and smiled faintly. He followed beside Mahavir while putting some items into the troly driven by Mahavir. But Rachel's mind was again distracted at the glance of seeing the curly-haired young man in the track of the shelf next to her. The shadow of Dirman's figure again filled his head and made him unfocused with his current activities.

Mahavir was astonished to see Rachel's behavior. He just scratched his temple that did not itch and held his smile to see Rachel who inserted 10 boxes of cereal, 10 boxes of milk and 10 boxes of food companion ASI.

Gosh darn.. Did I overdo it to the point that it became like that....

Why is my wife so fucked up like this...??

"Darling....."

"Rachel darling...." Mahavir called out once more, but Rachel seemed to be in her subconscious. Mahavir pushed his troly fast forward, then his hand grabbed Rachel's hip, pulled her into his arms and, uh, pulled her into his arms,

'CUP.....

One kiss landed on Rachel's cheek, and made her instantly sober up.

"Jeez Vir, shy to see people..."

"Do I have to kiss you first and it will come to a realization." He said while pointing at the items in the troly with the look of his eyes.

Rachel rounded her eyes surprised to see the contents of her troly. "Vir, what's this all about?"

"Who did go in there?" He asked with a smile, making Rachel harrumphed in embarrassment and hurried to return what she had taken to its original place.

"Is that how quickly you want to have children to buy so much baby food?" Goda. "I don't care, baby, so we try to make more..AHHHH!!"

"Talk again I pinched again." Threaten Rachel while releasing her pinch on Mahavir's waist.

"Sick baby...." Rubbing his waist while pushing his Troly. "Why are you?"

"Huh?" Swallowed his saliva and shook his head. "I'm fine. Just thinking of something..."

Mahavir raised his eyebrows, as if asking for an explanation.

"Mmm.work, yes work problems.." pause for a moment with a sigh and then speak again. "But it doesn't matter."

"Related?"

Rachel nodded quickly and grabbed Mahavir from behind. Mahavir must not know what is on his mind. He did not want to make Mahavir jealous thinking that Dirman was still on his mind.

"Yes already." Let go of Rachel's embrace and change with her holding her from behind. "We've had dinner, well, I've booked a good place. Just take Bryan and Risya there too."

"Where?"

"So, you're gonna love it." He said, then brought Rachel back to finish her shopping.

After several hours of touring and buying various needs, Mahavir took Rachel to one of the unique restaurants on the road Lower Thames Street London 3 Three Quays Walk.

One of the waiters picked them up and took them to one of the igloos that had been on Mahavir's reservation. An igloo that fits on the side of the Thames with the background of Tower Bridge and The Shard towering with sparkling lights.

"Know where if there is a place like this" Rachel asked as she circulated her gaze observing the igloo design made as romantic as possible. Decorate the lights of different shapes on the igloo ceiling as well as some corners at the igloo entrance.

"Forget?"

"Yes..." Rachel said still with her eyes around. It was really a romantic dinner under the moonlight and the flickering stars in the sky and the gurgling sound of water from the Thames.

"You want to order first?" Mahavir asked while opening up the menu book.

"Order a drink first, we wait for Bryan and Risya to come and order a meal."

"It looks like they'll go along with what we ordered. What do you want to eat?"

Rachel turned her head, "This is what is recommended?" Ask back.

"Hmmm..." Mahavir raised his menu book to take a clearer look. So that it covers part of the mouth down and only shows part of the upper face.

DEG.....

Rachel's heart immediately struck strongly at Mahavir. It was as if there was lightning striking tdan making a strange thunderclap on his body. His reflexively moving hand took the phone from behind his coat pocket and opened a photo of Dirman with his fingers that even began to vibrate.

"It looks like here serving European food. The main dish is baked goods." Urai Mahavir's. "What do you want to eat, baby?" Further asked.

Rachel did not answer, the netra was busy observing the appearance of her phone and Mahavir's face alternated. His heart raced even more as his eyes caught the similarity of the faces of Mahavir and Dirman. Two of the exact same eyebrows, as well as a high-printed nose. Dirman's eyeballs are not very clearly visible because they are framed by glasses. The rest is just a slightly different jaw shape, but it could be due to the age factor right? Given that the portrait came from many years ago.

Mahavir frowned and turned his eyes from the menu book to Rachel's face because there was no answer from his wife.

"Darling... What do you want to eat?" Resell ask.

Rachel still didn't answer. His eyes were hot, his chest rumbling as his body shook. His one hand that was under the table squeezed firmly into his dress canal.

Dirman...????

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