"Chef Dion, come on, I'll show you some dishes from your restaurant. What do you think?" invite Fabian to keep Dion away from Meta, as well as Yoga.
He seems to be able to catch the look of disliking Yoga with Dion's arrival, even though his cousin can cover his dislike very perfectly.
After Dion and Fabian were far from them, Dion drew an eyebrow, looking at Fabian who was now looking at him with a big smile.
"What is it, Mr. Fabian, that brought me here?" he asked.
Fabian didn't immediately answer, he was still smiling and taking a deep breath. Then he patted Dion's shoulder a few times as if he was concerned. Again, Fabian sighed for the umpteenth time, his eyes returned to Dion with pity.
"You're not alone, I've also been in your position. The important thing is that Meta is happy, right? We just have to watch him from a distance."
Hearing Fabian's words, Dion smiled wryly. He lowered his head and then nodded.
"Relax, Mr. Fabian, I didn't come here with the slightest bad intention, I really just wanted to say hello to them. That's all, nothing more," said Dion trying to explain. He never thought before that apparently his movements were read very clearly and clearly, especially by Fabian. Someone Dion knows what it's like.
"Just relax with me, Chef. Oh yeah, you don't have to call me sir. I'm not that old yet. Just call me Fabian, after all, you're not my subordinate in the office, right?" he said again.
Dion nodded. "Don't call me Chef either, I'm not a cook outside the restaurant," he added.
They both laughed at that. After talking, the two seemed busy tasting the food. And even had forgotten what they said earlier.
Meanwhile, Becca seemed to give a wedding gift to Yoga and Meta. Even though she didn't say out loud that she had given up or anything, her silence and not causing any disturbance was enough for Yoga to know that the current Becca had really changed.
"Congratulations on your marriage," she said, handing her a present reluctantly.
Yoga then accepted the gift, then he ruffled Becca's hair briefly. A warm treatment for Becca because all this time Yoga has almost never behaved like that to her.
"Thanks..." he replied. Becca blinked in surprise. "I also have a gift for your wedding with Fabian later," continued Yoga.
Which managed to make Becca smile. If she married Fabian, Yoga and her relationship now are no longer friends, but cousins, right? Again, Becca smiled then she nodded at Yoga's words.
After the gift-giving ceremony, they decided to eat. However, it seems, that eating is only discourse for Hardi. Because during the event until now, he barely had a chance to be alone with Kinan. How not, Tika's arrival really had a big impact on him. Every time he wants to approach Kinan, Tika always comes, and that makes Kinan choose to stay away from Hardi because he feels that Tika really makes his eardrums burst because of his loud voice.
Yoga looks like he keeps looking at Meta's hand, then he kisses the hand that looks tiny if he holds it again, and again. He smiled at Meta who was now looking at him fixedly.
"I never thought that I would hold your hand like this in a different way."
"Does it mean?"
"I didn't think I could marry you, I don't expect to call you my wife. It's really like a dream come true," explained Yoga.
Meta seemed to smile with emotion, she never thought. Marrying him is the thing that can make Yoga happy to this extent. Even during the wedding ceremony, when everyone said that she and Yoga had officially become husband and wife, the husband seemed to cry. A Prayoga Mahardika, a big boss of a growing company that has many branches, a rich man, a handsome and almost perfect person. How could he be loved this madly by such a figure? How can God bring her to a figure that only a few people dare to imagine in their dreams?
Again, Meta seemed to smile, and then she returned to Yoga's grip with her other hand.
"Thank you, Ga. Thank you for loving me," she said later.
*****
This morning, Meta seems quite busy. Because Yoga said to immediately get ready to be invited to a place. In fact, this morning Meta also seemed annoyed. The first night that she had dreamed of all this time had to fail because the wound had not healed properly. In fact, Meta had imagined demonstrating all the hot styles from the collection of films she had watched so far.
Again, she snorted again, then left the room lazily carrying her bag. She saw Yoga sitting so quietly on the sofa, reading some of her work documents.
Meta is biting her lower lip again, it seems that wild fantasies about Yoga are useless things in the world. She then looked at Yoga's stout body again, then imagined that when Yoga's body was wearing nothing, it was showered in the bathroom, then it would be a very perfect scene.
"Tita?"
"Ah, Yoga..." Meta mumbled with a sigh, but when she realized her behavior. Meta was immediately shocked, then she cleared her throat many times because she didn't want Yoga to know that she was imagining her handsome husband. "Yes, what is up?" she asked innocently. Walked closer to Yoga, then sat down beside him.
"Why were you standing in front of the door without moving just now?" inquired Yoga, Meta's face reddened but she pretended to remain calm. Yoga, won't know if she's fantasizing wildly, right?
"Oh, that... that... I imagined eating toast," she answered quickly, then she smiled again, which managed to make Yoga smile. "So where are we going today?" asked Meta again.
Yoga then closed the document in his hand and looked at the watch that was wrapped nicely on his wrist, then he grabbed Meta's hand and got up from his seat.
"Secret," answered Yoga ambiguously.