[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Family Gathering

Love is engrossed in chatting with her ex-in-law on a large brown sofa. While on the Throne, he was busy thinking of ways to get into his children's games. He kept staring at the two boys who were busy playing the game in the living room. So many toys and games. The barrel turns the place like a playground. Yeah, he brought in all sorts of toys overnight. His old house, which used to be the residence of both of Laras' parents, who usually felt empty, now became crowded with the sound of the twins' cries. More precisely the sound of the Queen's scream that was busy disturbing her twin sister.

"Love, the new aunt thought about this. Grandchild Aunt has such a good name with such great expectations, King and Queen. What's the full name of the two of them, son?" asked Laras whose net never separated from his two grandchildren.

"King Ravindra Mirza and Queen Raina Mirza, Aunt."

"What a good name. Your papa must be so happy to hear the names of his grandchildren using his name." Laras smiled faintly still by looking at his two grandchildren. There was disappointment from the look in the middle-aged woman's eyes.

Throne, the man looked more disappointed than the mother. His gaze fell and turned softly. I don't know, she knew Love couldn't give her last name to the two kids, but hearing it himself from Love made her chest ache.

"Can't my name be given to them?" the great-grandson of the Throne looked at his two children.

Love turned cynically to her ex-husband. "How could I possibly enter the names of people who don't even know of their whereabouts?"

"You didn't say anything to me. How would I know?"

"What should I say to a man who will soon divorce me and have children with the woman he loves so much?"

"But at that time he—"

"Yes, you're framed. I know, but that doesn't change the fact that you ever left and didn't acknowledge me as your wife because of another woman. Right, right?"

The deg!

Is correct. The throne cannot repay him. He could only silence a thousand languages, swallowing back every word he wanted to say. Slowly the man looked at Love, looking at every inch of her face. There were emotions as well as disappointment that were clearly drawn from his father's face. His love has not forgotten the old wounds. The throne could only bitterly swallow his pain and regret. Like Love that must endure the pain and disappointment of its betrayal. Then he also had to endure regret and atone for his sins for life.

"Son, if that's possible, please forgive his stupidity. He has really regretted his foolish actions these past few years" Laras said earnestly.

Love closes its eyes to neutralize its mind again. He turned to Laras with eyes that had softened again.

"I've forgiven her, Auntie," replied Love, who made a small smile on the corner of her lips. Back the Throne can only be bowed down full of regret. It felt like every word that came out of his mouth would be meaningless at this moment.

".... But that doesn't mean forgetting what he did." Those words were like arrows shot down the heart of the Throne.

"It's okay, son. Auntie's very happy you're willing to give your apologies to the Throne. Yeah, Auntie knows how you feel." The barrel tightly grasps the hand of Love with sparkling eyes. At least the Throne can go a little closer.

"Mama peed!" exclaimed the King who had stood up while closing his legs.

The emotional conversation ended after the King's loud voice was heard. Love soon moves on and quickly follows the housekeeper who shows her the bathroom. Meanwhile Laras and the Throne try to approach the Queen who is easier to be persuaded and invited to play.

Two days have passed with Love always keeping the promise of bringing the twins to meet Laras at his house. During that time also the Throne as if changing duties to be his personal bodyguard and driver. He neglects his new hotel, charging his personal assistant double his salary.

"Tante, can I leave them here today? I want to visit Nana at the cafe. It had been three days that the boy had not come home and was busy taking care of his cafe" asked Cinta to Laras who was watching her grandson play in the yard.

"Of course you can. Even days can. You can do whatever you want. I will definitely take good care of my granddaughter" replied Laras who was excited.

Love can only chuckle a little at the enthused enthusiasm of Laras. That happiness seemed to be able to channel to him, because there was a sudden warmth in his heart.

Meanwhile, the Throne is riled up. Her eyes just kept moving here and there following the movements of her two children. The twins were running around in the yard with a kitten and his little ball.

Love takes a deep breath looking at the wrath of the Throne. The three of them were sitting in rows on a garden chair that circled a small white table. Love sits right before the Throne, but it seems that this time he is not so considered by the man before him. The man was busy watching and warning his children.

"Already, Throne. You're gonna be tired of yelling like that, they're active kids."

"I'm afraid they stumble" replied the Throne without looking at Love.

Why do I feel a little disappointed and annoyed that he won't look at me again? Haah, it seems like my brain is starting to get unhealthy, the inner Love that is tilting her lips is upset.

The reverberation of Love broke as the man before him suddenly shot out as fast as lightning, accompanied by a loud and deafening cry. With the Barrel. He followed the Throne. Love immediately sets its sights on the source of the voice. Her daughter was already lying on the grass with her tears flowing down the river.

The throne soon approached his daughter. Wake up the little girl and examine every inch of the tiny body. What a small scratch on his knee. Ah, right, this is as usual. The small wound caused the baras to panic. The queen who was a crybaby was even more sobbing when she received gentle treatment from the two.

"Darling, Papa's son. Cup-cup-cup, which one hurts to say papa." The throne brought her little girl into the sling. Gently brush the Queen's black hair. While the King can only rotate the eyeball lazily see the behavior of his sister.

"Huh! Very spoiled!" chirps of the King who walks behind the Throne.

"You are also allowed to be spoiled, dear," replied the Throne as he sat the Queen in his chair and squatted down before the little girl.

"Men should be strong, not whiny." The king answered quickly.

The throne could only cackle amusedly hearing his son's answer. He patted the King's head slowly, making the boy freeze for a moment.

The King's heart was pounding, as the heavy, warm hand landed on the top of his head. His feelings also felt warmed up, and at once he felt like there was a butterfly flying in his stomach. She did not quite remember Rudi's warmth, but this was clearly different from her feelings for the Throne.

The clear Netra King continued to lock onto the figure of the man who was gently blowing a wound on the Queen's knee. He's a bad guy who made his mom cry, but why was he so happy when he paid attention to him. Would he be an evil child if he expected attention from him? Think of the child who wants to always be devoted to the mother.

Love follows the four who are trying to calm his daughter. He sat crouched down next to the Throne while opening a small wound plaster.

"And often Mama told me not to like running around. If you fall sick. The Queen was not horrified that Papa had also been convinced that the Queen could not run away. If you are told to be heard, yes, said Cinta while sticking plaster on the Queen's knee.

The little girl only nodded slightly holding back her sobbing.

The Throne glanced at Love who sat right on his right, very close. The smell of the rose even immediately burst into his sense of smell. The feeling that almost died after five years of never being used is now re-awakened. The Netra of the Throne feels increasingly heated. It was very desirable that he grabbed the woman's body, and held it tightly without any intention to take it back.

The king was still standing behind the two adults. He watched every scene before him closely and with such a complicated look in his eyes. There was a machete mixed with happiness in the look in his eyes. If only they could have been like this long ago, perhaps the Queen would have been the happiest child in the world for not having to cry when ridiculed by her friends.

...Seriate.......

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