Chased Ex-Promise Candidate
Visit of Fathan

Ikram had already returned to Pradana's residence after Vanya had clearly expelled him. The man is now sitting in his office chair. "I have to get you, Vanya. Either way you're mine."

Re*mas paper in his hand. "It's all because of you, Olive. Aargh!" The man grabbed his own hair. The pain was still felt in the corner of his heart if he remembered about Olive's betrayal. Ikram inexhaustible, all this time he has been deceived by Olive. Though Ikram sincerely loves her, or maybe just admires her?

Remembering Olive always made her mood break. Finally Ikram took a flat object in his pocket. When opening the screen of his phone clearly visible photos of Vanya displayed there. The photo he took secretly while the girl was talking to Mak Aminah. However, only a photo of Vanya that he installed as his phone wallpaper.

"I'm sorry I ran away from our marriage, Vanya. If I had obeyed Grandpa, things wouldn't be like this." Ikram now searches for Vanya's contact number which he still names 'Yukiku', then writes a message for the girl.

However, it seemed that the girl had not read it yet. The computer eventually switched to its laptop. The man will take care of some of his work that was delayed.

Ikram focus on his work until noon began to go up at night. The man stretched his stiff muscles, then went to his room to clean himself first.

About ten minutes into the bathroom, the man was standing in front of a mirror with a towel still wrapped around his waist. His burly body was clearly visible in the mirror reflection. Her hair was still half wet. "Let's move fast, Ikram. Before everything is done with the regret lag." The handsome man spoke to his reflection in the mirror.

After that, Ikram also wore a relaxed and neat clothes. The man's leaving tonight. It felt ready, the man in black clothes took his car keys along with his wallet and mobile phone.

When he came down, Ikram was greeted by Manda the mami. "Where is your mommy's son handsome, where are you going?" asked the middle-aged woman with a teacup in her hand.

"Cream's gonna come out for a second, Mi."

Hanan also appeared to be on the sofa of the family room. The man was reading a book as was his custom every night. The bespectacled man turned his head briefly towards the son without saying a word, then returned to enjoying his activities.

"Pi, Ikram out for a while," said Ikram as he stuck out one hand to kiss the middle-aged man's back hand.

"Hm." Hanan received his son's hand and only cleared his throat. Simultaneously, Manda also came with a teacup prepared for her husband.

"How did you meet Vanya, right?" Hanan suddenly asked as Ikram turned his body.

"Already, Pi. Ikram is currently trying to make amends for the Ikram on Vanya."

"Take the effort and learn to be responsible." Hanan ended his sentence and drank the tea his wife served.

Ikram just nodded, then also said goodbye to the mother. The man is now sitting behind the wheel. Actually, he was also confused as to what to do. The plan is that he will go to Vanya's house, but if he comes directly on the grounds of asking for answers, surely the girl will reject him.

However, an idea suddenly dawned on his head, he was going to buy dinner for Vanya. Moreover, the man had not had dinner yet either. Ikram will have dinner at a restaurant and then buy for Vanya.

Tonight feels good for Ikram. He enjoyed his dinner alone. Every now and then the man looks at the screen of his phone, initially hoping for a reply to a message from his girlfriend, but nil until the night of his status still ticks ash.

After finishing dinner, the man rushed to see Vanya with a paper bag containing food that might be liked by the girl because honestly Ikram did not know all about Vanya including his favorite food.

Ikram started driving his car to Vanya's residence. The bright night atmosphere makes Ikram enjoy his journey although congestion remains a routine in this city.

"Vanya, Yuki, Yuki, Vanya .. ah it turns out they are the same," Ikram murmured.

A little more, Ikram will arrive at the residence of Vanya. The man now put his car in a large house owned by the Pradipta family. Ikram was well received by the house security. With wide strides, Ikram began to enter Vanya's house. Bi Sumi Vanya's domestic assistant greeted her kindly. The middle-aged woman said that Vanya had been in her room since noon.

"Can I see him, Bi?"ask Ikram. Bi Sumi looked doubtful but eventually nodded and escorted Ikram upstairs to Vanya's room.

When he got there, it turned out that the Ikram was not well received, the man was even directly expelled by Vanya indirectly. Pain, of course, is what Ikram felt, but this pain is not comparable to what he had done to the girl. Finally Ikram was going home. However, when the man arrived at the parking lot to board his car. A car he was very familiar with entered through the gate.

Right, it was Fathan. The old man went down with the help of a stick in his hand. His face was not even surprised when he saw the existence of Ikram. The man in the white coat walked past the grandson.

"Grandfather, it's a curse" said the man, convinced that his grandfather recognized him but why not greet him.

"Grandfather knows."

Meanwhile, inside the house Vanya just went downstairs after lecturing Bi Sumi not to receive any nighttime guests let alone Ikram.

Just now, the girl touched downstairs, suddenly someone called out to her.

"The water!"

"Grandfather?" Vanya was surprised by the presence of the old man. However, not long after he welcomed his grandfather and invited him to sit on the sofa.

"Grandfather came here with Mas Ikram?" asked the girl after asking Bi Sumi to prepare a warm drink for Fathan.

"So, Ikram has met you, Vanya?" The man chuckled.

"Grandfather who told you, right? No fun ah," said Vanya.

"Eh, not grandpa. Ikram will instead introduce Yuki to grandfather, if not meet you." Now the old man laughed loosely, remembering that his grandson would introduce Vanya as Yuki to him.

"What do you make known? I want to do that, Mas Ikram always ngerecokin Vanya, Cake."

"To be his future wife, what else?"

"What?"

"It seems like this time the Scramble is serious, son. Try considering. You too will eventually become a granddaughter of a real grandfather."

"Mas Ikram was chasing me because he was heartbroken like Olive, right? Vanya doesn't want to just be her escape, cake."

It turned out that their conversation was heard clearly by Ikram because the man went back inside Vanya's house secretly.

"We'll see if it's true that Ikram makes you a runaway then grandfather will take care of it." The old man nodded his head.

"Vanya's afraid of hurting mami, papi again, Cake. Vanya can't forget everything."

"Blessed, Son. If Ikram is not the best, grandfather pray we get a better soul mate from Ikram and can be responsible." Fathan rubbed the head of the girl beside him.

That close they were, even I couldn't be more familiar with grandfather. Grandpa should have chosen him for me. I'm sorry, cake. The promise will make Vanya the wife of Ikram. Thank you for giving Ikram a chance to get Vanya back, Ikram will try.

Ikram turned around to leave the Vanya residence. However, unfortunately he did not see when he turned around to nudge the decorative vase that was there until it fell and broke.

"Mas Ikram?"