[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Contrition

A pitch-black sky with water points enveloped the city of Jakarta. Even the stars can't peek at all tonight. The smell of the soil affected by the water droplets also lurked in the air. Occasional flashes of white light appear from between black clouds clustered at several points.

A little boy was daydreaming by the window, staring at the garden he had used this morning to run around with his sister. The sound of television was faintly heard playing the favorite Barbie film of the boy's dreamy sister.

"Oma, why don't you go back and forth?" asked the boy still by staring at the rain stubs.

Laras who was feeding the grandson also turned his head. "Maybe you're still helping out Aunty Nana, honey."

The throne, sitting on the sofa, rose up to his son. The large family room has a large window on the side of the cane that is directly directed at the middle garden of the house. Yes, this luxury house has a fairly large open garden in the middle area. The mother of the twins grandmother, used to love ornamental plants.

"You worried about mom?" ask the Throne while sitting next to him.

The king nodded lightly. The sky was indeed so dark, and the flashes of lightning also looked terrifying to him. While in the village, the two of them will usually immediately snort his mother if the sound of thunder has started to come. The dense clouds and flashes of lightning seemed to have become a warning to them that the wind and heavy rain were coming soon. The trees around their house would dance uncontrollably. So horrible.

"Mom'll be home soon, son." The throne gently stroked the top of his son's head.

The adult man looked at the King's affection who looked furious. The tiny finger continuously knocked on the shutters and his head leaned against the right side of the window.

Your heart is so soft. I'm glad you inherited the tenderness of Love, son. If only I could see and support your growth. If only I had always been there in your difficult moments, would I have also gotten this kind of attention and worry from you? Forgive papa. Sorry for making you grow up to be a child who can't be at peace with your world. I know for a fact that your days have not been easy. Forgive me, King. Papa wants you to grow, play, and think according to your age. Stop thinking about and worrying about others. You should enjoy your life, son.

According to King's prediction. The rain was getting heavier, even the sound of the rain could disguise the sound of the television set at high volume. The room that was already bright was made brighter by flashes of lightning accompanied by rumbling sounds.

"Oma, Queen Takuuut," whined the little girl who was shuffling at the middle-aged woman by her side.

"Oh, dear oma. Are you afraid of lightning? Don't be afraid, Oma is here. King, come here, son. Don't sit by the window, it's cold. You will catch a cold. Throne, let's bring your son here."

Now the Throne turned its eyes to his daughter who was being held captive by Laras. He had already persuaded the King to sleep in the room, but the boy was so stubborn and chose to wait for his mother. The throne lifted up the King's body and sat the boy on the sofa.

The throne approached his daughter who was still in the lap of Laras. Gently stroked the girl's black hair with full of affection. "Here's Papa's cradle, honey. Oma will not be able to hold your body that is not small," said the Throne while slowly pulling the body of his daughter from Laras.

The queen could only obey as the man took over her body from Laras. He didn't care who would hug him, for sure he didn't want to be left alone. And again, the embrace of the Throne felt more comfortable for him. The little girl put her hands around the neck of the Throne, and drowned her face on the sturdy shoulders of her papa. There was a warm feeling running through the heart of the Throne when he got a hug from his little daughter.

"When's mom coming home, Om?"

The throne closed its eyes for a moment. His twins still do not want to call him papa. They may not even accept it yet. The pain happily gnawed at his heart as the 'Om' greeting sentence came out of his children's mouths.

The throne sat following her son, with the Queen still on her lap hugging him tightly. His sturdy hands stretched out to the side hugging the King. He stroked his son gently and kissed the top of his daughter's head affectionately.

"Maybe in a minute, honey. Will papa tele–"

Unfinished the Throne spoke, the door was already wide open and a woman in slightly wet clothes stepped towards them. The woman obviously looked very worried and rushed. However, he finally regained his breath of relief when he saw that his two children were not crying and had been in his papa's arms.

"You're raining, son?" Baras immediately rose to welcome Love.

Love stepped closer to the twins and the Throne was also looking at her worriedly. "Papa first, yes Mama clothes are still wet," said Love when the children were about to move to embrace him.

"How's Nana? Have you seen him?"

"Already, Aunt. He still looks lethargic, apparently because Alex left abroad. He also does not want to talk much and spend time taking care of his cafe," replied Cinta with a sad look because she remembered my face Nana.

Laras just nodded understandably. Nana is so young and Love says this is the girl's first love story. The thought of having to part with her lover for a few years, probably made Nana so frustrated.

"Tonight stay here, son. It was raining heavily and my grandchildren were also afraid of lightning. It would be very risky to drive in this kind of weather and let them sit behind themselves" said Laras who actually really hopes his grandson can get used to living with him.

Love glanced out of the big window beside her. The rain was indeed very heavy, even earlier he had a little difficulty to see the road while driving. The woman then threw a glance at her two children, they were still in the arms of the Throne.

"Alright, Aunt. Sorry to bother Aunt again."

"Ah. No. gabe. Not at all, I'm actually very happy if you guys want to stay here. Mbok Parmi will take you to the room, in the closet there are some old clothes Aunty, you can use it," said Laras soft but full of happiness.

"I'll take you," said the Throne who had only noticed Love.

The man got up while lifting the King in his arms. Both of the men's shoulders carry a burden. Two boys who were no longer light. The one was curled up spoiled while wrapping his hands around his neck. While the boy who had just been raised was just silent expressionless.

Meanwhile, Love could only follow him with a lazy expression. He still feels annoyed at her. I don't know what happened to him. He was irritated that the man had been ignoring him all day, not even paying attention to him at all, and was only focusing on the twins.

Am I jealous of my own child? Am I crazy? Nope-no. I must have just been annoyed at not seeing him suffer more than me, but ... upon seeing the spoiled Queen to him and the King's gaze upon her ... Ahhh! Love takes a long breath. Trying to unravel the tangles in his brain.

"Well." Yeah." Love grimaced as her head hit the hard object that was suddenly in front of her.

The woman who was drowning in her thoughts was unfocused as she walked, and ended up crashing into the back of the Throne that was stopping at the door.

"Are you okay? Did that hurt?" asked the Throne who turned around staring worriedly at his ex-wife. He longed to stroke the forehead of Love, but could not. Both hands are supporting the bodies of her children.

"If you want to stop it saying," ketus Cinta while rubbing the forehead that actually does not hurt too much.

"Eat him if the way is not while daydreaming, dear," replied the Throne softly and lovingly.

Love shuddered amused to hear the words affection from her ex-husband. He turned the doorknob in front of him while glancing cynically at the Throne that was smiling softly. A clear smile filled with love and affection.

...Seriate........

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