Missing In The Heart
Chapter 92.Angry Mahavir.

Rachel's health has now recovered. As time went on, his condition returned to how it was. He was also aware of his previous behavior. Maybe before she was so sensitive because it was her pregnancy hormone factor, because now she can control and reduce her feelings and emotions. The feeling of tightness is still left in the other part of the heart, only now he can make peace with his heart.

At the moment, he is back at work. Busy yourself with work until late at night.

TOKKS... TOKKS... TOKKS...

The sound of knocking on the door made Rachel take her eyes off the tab screen. Rachel curled her lips in a knotty smile at the blond woman who had just entered her room, then pulled out some of the picture paper of the fashion design she had made.

"Leave this to the production." (Deliver this to the production section) he said while giving a sheet of paper that Merry immediately received.

"Mrs. Rachel, your winter collection is selling well, do we need to produce more?" (Mrs Rachel, your winter collection is selling well, do we need to produce more?)

"No need. winter collections are only produced one per series.if too many are produced, people will think our brand is not exclusive." (No need. Winter collections are only produced one per series. If too much is produced, people will think our brand is not exclusive.)

Merry nodded in understanding. He turned his gaze around and stopped at the clock hanging on the wall of the room. Observing the clockwork that already showed at eleven o'clock at night.

Currently there are only two of them left in the modern classic design building.

Realizing the direction of Merry's eyes made Rachel finally realize. He should not have made Merry also linger with him in that place. Rushing Rachel cleaned up her desk and moved from there.

Stepping past the rows of cubicles that are already uninhabited belong to his subordinates, passing through the corridor connecting space one with another space. Down a few steps and then pass the boutique showroom is very classy and luxurious, and, where there are shelves made of glass and iron frames that are designed so elegantly that the place hangs clothes according to the type and material. There are also some mannequins who wear the best design results. Rachel rolled her gaze around and looked at the whole thing, reviewed her smile then stepped towards the light switch. Turn off all the lights in the button and leave only the spotlights in the front glass window.

Merry who had been following behind, frowned a little to observe the behavior of his unusual superiors. Even so when they came out of the building they had occupied for approximately five years, Rachel who moved herself closed and locked the door made of glass and then handed the key to Merry.

"Mrs.Rachel?" Merry further knitted his two eyebrows.

Rachel smiled and patted Merry's shoulder softly. "I leave it to you for a while. I will return to Indonesia." (I leave it to you for a while. I will return to Indonesia.)

Merry nodded slowly but still looked in wonder at the woman who was usually cold and tight in front of him, now looks so friendly with a smile that never faded on his face for almost two months. Well, post where the woman had a miscarriage and lived everything alone without a husband or family that gave her spirit.

Merry really understands the feelings of his superiors, only he pretends not to know because he knows very well that his superiors uphold his pride.

"How long do you want to see me like that?" (how long have you wanted to see me like that?)Rachel asked accompanied by a small ruckus while revealing both hands hugging her body wrapped in a thick longcoat.

"Come on, it's so cold." (Come on, it's cold) he continued.

Merry stuttered then quickly ran small towards the shoulder of the road and into the black van parked there. Rachel also followed Merry who had turned on the car engine and turned on the car's heater. Then the car moved forward slowly at a moderate speed.

Rachel tightened her thick coat made of

Corduroy then rests his back on the back of the car seat. While his gaze was straight ahead watching the snow-white snow falling filled the streets of London. I don't know what to think.

Merry quietly continued to observe Rachel's change in look. The woman who was currently trying hard looked tough on the outside yet somehow had a state in her heart. Merry thought for a moment, looking for chatter material to break the silence between them.

"Mrs.Rachel?"

"Hmm?? Yeah..?" He looked at Merry with a gentle smile.

"So, what about the runs in Milan and Paris early next year?" (so what about the runways in milan and paris early next year?)

Rachel looked back to the front, was seen sighing and then twitching her shoulders. "I don't have any ideas and planning...." (I don't have any ideas or plans yet)

"How long will you stay in Indonesia?" (How long have you lived in Indonesia?)

"I don't know.." (I don't know.) she answered so softly.

"Then, when you go?" (Then, when do you leave?)

"At dawn later..." (When dawn)

Merry reflexively raised both of her eyebrows, her pupils dilating perfectly. "That fast?" (So fast?)

Rachel nodded slowly. "I miss my family..." (I miss my family) she said with a bitter smile patrolled on her thin lips.

"So.., what about Mr. Eyebrows......" Not yet had Merry finish her words, Rachel looked up and gave her a sad look.

Merry nodded in understanding, because for almost two months his boss did not want to hear the name of the man called again in front of him. Merry also chose silence and focused on driving the vehicle through a slippery road due to the snow pile.

As soon as Rachel got off the van and into the penthouse building, Merry immediately contacted Stuart and provided the information he heard. I hope Stuart can tell Mahavir the truth.

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Rachel slowly opened the window curtain of her room, sat her body on the concrete profile window that jutted wide inward, then looked far ahead with her blank gaze. Recalling one by one the words Mahavir heard last time.

I'm sick of it, I'm tired, I hate it, I want to let it go, I want to go all the way away from it, I want to bury this love. I don't want to know her anymore. I shouldn't have married her. I shouldn't have been chasing him like a doormat....

A clear droplet just fell from the corner of his eye. Rachel quickly blinked her eyes and rubbed them. For almost two months Mahavir did not contact him, not even asking for news. Only Bik Inah who occasionally provide information and activities of the man since far away there. And so Rachel was able to conclude that what she heard from Mahavir's mouth was not her misunderstanding. The current situation has become evidence and a reason so that he does not hope further.

After getting word from his parents, if they did not so visit and vacation to London because of the busy Daddy who had to lead the graduation session of several Students at his University, Rachel immediately decided to return to Indonesia for some time. I don't know why he misses his parents so much right now.

Rachel closed her eyes for a few seconds, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Closing the window curtain of his room then grabbed the troll handle of his suitcase and dragged it outside. His steps halted for a moment, looking at his entire room and the letter he had left behind for Mahavir he had placed in the middle of their bed. Reviewing his smile until finally closing the door of the room slowly and again dragging his suitcase.

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While far away in other parts of the world different time is five hours slower than the city of London, in a large room with all the luxury that is on the top floor of the building one of the most luxurious hotels in New York City, New York, looks like a group of men in a neat suit seems to have just disperse from a long meeting that is so tiring. Leave two men who are still late in their work.

A young man still looked seriously at the graphics on his laptop screen in an oversized chair, while the big tall bully was on the other side of his desk with a different laptop while checking other data files, before finally a phone ring paused his activities.

Stuart frowned for a moment looking at the name 'Merry' that appeared on his phone screen. The blonde woman who is the sister of her cousin who was assigned since the beginning of Rachel's career to accompany and provide information about the woman. Stuart hurried out of the room and received the call. And when he went back into the office of the President, the motion and his face strange expression that managed to steal the attention of Mahavir.

"What's wrong?" Mahavir asked with a puzzled look at Stuart.

Stuart gulped down his hard-earned saliva and slowly dropped his body to his knees in front of the desk where Mahavir was sitting behind it. It seemed like it was time for him to tell his Young Master honestly, because the current state of the President had improved and had been transferred to the treatment room, which is where he is now, as well as the state of the hotel that can be controlled even though there are still some who still need energy and intelligent thinking from the young master.

Mahavir stood up and approached Stuart with a shrunken forehead. Staring in wonder and confusion at Stuart who was kneeling with his head lowered as if he had made a fatal mistake.

"What mistake did you make to your knees like this?" Guess with suspicion.

"I'm sorry Young Master. I'm very sorry to have done this, but I have no choice but to hide the matter for a while to you."

Mahavir stared intensely at Stuart. His feelings had begun to be inexhaustible by guessing what the Scottish man meant before him.

"You can curse me as much as you can. Hit me as hard as I can, I won't even fight back if you want to kill me right now." He said, looking deeper and deeper.

"Whatchu mean? Don't go around in circles like that. Get to the point."

Stuart gulped roughly his saliva several times before finally recounting all the events shortly before they left London. Rachel's condition is slumped alone, until the latest news she got from Merry a few minutes ago.

Stuart continued when Mahavir grabbed and pulled the collar of his suit with two hands. Stuart stared at her as if he wanted to swallow her alive.

"You can kill me right now...." (You can kill me right now) Stuart said with his head bowed with regret.

"If it could make things go back to how they were, I wouldn't hesitate to kill you without even asking!!!" The hardship then pushes and releases the grip of his hand from Stuart.

Stuart staggered slightly to the side but did not hit the floor due to the strong balance of his body.

Mahavir clenched both his hands with all his strength. Her face flushed. His jaw hardened with teeth that were bluffing so hard it held back his anger.

ANDREASGHGHH!!!! He shouted so loudly that his voice bounced and echoed in the room. Then unexpectedly, Mahavir immediately hit everything on the workbench, starting from two laptops that are still on, he said, some important files and files even name tags made from glass belong to his father. Make everything scatter to the floor. Mahavir rubbed his face rough and squeezed his head firmly with both hands.

For the past two months Mahavir had only heard from Rachel from Stuart who always told him that his wife was fine there. Until he finally focused more on his father and was busy taking care of all the companies that almost collapsed.

Mahavir also did not insist on contacting Rachel and tried to resist his longing all this time because he thought that as long as he was far away there, he also gave the opportunity to the woman he loved to be able to calm down as he wanted. Hoping that the situation was stable, when he returned to London, his wife opened her heart to him. But in reality, everything that happened was not as expected. The worst thing is that his child candidate is no longer there and he only knows it now. Mahavir could not imagine how devastated his wife there who lived it alone. How the woman's hatred is growing on her at this moment. Does he still deserve to love her?

BRUGH'

The glass workbench in front of Mahavir was instantly cracked by his fist that hit him so hard. Blood droplets from the slit of skin torn from her handbooks poured onto the floor.

Stuart reflexively raised his head as soon as he saw blood splattered on the floor. "Young master, your hand......"

"When's the plane leaving?" He asked by ignoring the pain in his hand.

"Fif in the morning, London time." Stuart raised his hand and looked at the clock attached to his wrist. "That means twelve o'clock tonight if you follow the time here."

"SHIT!!!!" He shouted while kicking the large flower vase that had a corner of the table. It's eight o'clock in the evening and it takes about seven hours to get to London by plane.

"There is still four hours before his scheduled departure. We can intercept him at Heathrow airport if he leaves right now on a private jet."

"No. I will follow him directly to Indonesia. Tell your people in London to follow him on the plane until he arrives in Jakarta. I'll pick him up myself when he gets there." His curiosity while reaching for his longcoat that was draped on the back of his father's oversized chair and then just stepped past Stuart who had just risen from a kneeling position.

Mahavir stopped his steps in front of the door and turned to stare at Stuart who was right behind him. "If I can't bring her back, be prepared to face me." His words were full of emphasis and anger held back and the glare of the eyes were so sharply intimidating.

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