[Note] A Perfect Marriage

If Time Can Return

..."Time will pass, every moment will be missed. After that they will only become 'memories'. What do you want to create? Good memories, bad memories?"...

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The throne stepped lethargic entering his room which was also on the second floor. The bedroom was only one room apart with a room that was inhabited by his ex-wife and children. Sitting on the side of the bed, the man closed his eyes while hiding his head between two hands. Sentences of rejection from his son over the status of their relationship continued to revolve in his head.

"The man is already a perfect figure for children. Heh!" a smile of disappointment was clearly imprinted on the lips of the man in his mid-thirties.

The throne was breaking down with both hands still fused to cover his eyes. For a moment, when the King wanted to be in his arms, he thought the opportunity was wide open. But with just a single sentence from the boy, it was as if the door was closed again. I don't know how much effort he had to put in to open it.

He let his feet hang and his mind drift, thinking of the possibilities he could do to make amends. The throne left the net closed, but his brain was squeezed until time rolled out to reveal the dark sky and changed to orange red.

"Sweety, don't run!" the loud voice of the woman broke the silence this morning in the house of Mahardika.

The usually quiet house is now filled with the sound of children's crisp laughter since morning blind. The two petite humans were seen half running from the room to the stairs.

"Stop. Wait for Mama, son." Love tries to catch up with her twins from behind. But as if increasingly mocking, the two boys accelerated his footsteps.

"Hap!" The burly arms grabbed the bodies of the two just before they reached the rungs of the stairs.

The man is the Throne. He immediately gathered his consciousness upon hearing the voice of Love. He had only been able to fall asleep three hours ago, his eyes still quite heavy while trying to get up. But seeing his two hearts running towards the stairs, the two eyes immediately patterned perfectly with feet that reflexively ran towards the two.

Love stands right in front of the two boys who are now in the sling of the Throne. "How many times have you told me not to run down the stairs. It's high, son. If you slip, you can fall, bleed. You want to see Mama sad?" love with its serious face.

The two twin boys only shook their heads with lips that had already advanced by several centimeters. The throne that saw the scene could only waste a long breath.

"Next time can't be repeated, yes, dear. Come on, now apologize to Mama." The throne tried to mediate, he did not have the heart to see his two children get scolding so early.

"Sorry Mama." The King begins the apology and is followed by the Queen.

"Smart kid. Mama can't be angry anymore, yeah. Come on, now we go down, let's see Oma," the Throne asks while kissing the two-fold puffed cheek, as it steps down the stairs.

Getting a kiss so suddenly made King glance cynically at the man who was carrying him. With a bent face, the little boy rubbed his right cheek roughly.

Seeing his son's behavior did not make the Throne tremble. He was increasingly challenged to tempt the son by landing a few more kisses on the King's face. Love chuckled amusedly at the sight of her son who looked so frustrated wiping his entire face with his two tiny hands.

"Papa stop!" jikak Raja with the most fierce face.

Everyone froze looking at the King, including Laras who was sitting in the middle room. The throne for a moment even seemed to have forgotten how to breathe. He looked at Haru and could not believe his son. His heart was pounding with an overflow of happiness. Love even raised both eyebrows.

"You–kau ... call Papa? My son ... My son calls me Papa?" Her senses were already glazed as she turned to Love to confirm her hearing.

Love thinning lips made a faint smile arch, and nodded slowly.

"Papa's Son. Thank you, dear. My kid. My dear son." The throne tightened his embrace and kissed the two boys' heads in turn.

"Gruby." That one indifferent word again astonished everyone. The little man's mouth was indeed very spicy.

"Sister King!"

"I was just upset, why did she cry, like a child. You didn't even cry when you were scolded by Mama."

"Ah, your mouth does not have a filter. It seems like you used to miss the division of conscience."

Laras stared full haru with the sight. At first glance it is like a portrait of a happy family. A father carrying his two children, and a mother who was following the three with laughter. This morning the weather was quite cold, but their hearts warmed.

"You're coming home today, son?"

Love who was busy feeding rice to his son turned his head when he felt Laras question was on him. "So Aunt. It's been a while since Love left the estate. Some flowers should also immediately Love the harvest."

The throne, which had previously focused on feeding the princess, has now stopped its activities. The man's netra lifted straight looking at his ex-wife with remorse. His heart felt pinched to hear the woman had to work under the hot sun to support her two children.

Realizing the shock of his son, Laras ventured to ask, "Can we take you home?"

Love was a little surprised to hear Laras' request, but soon he regained control of himself.

"Don't you bother Auntie's time? The throne must also be very busy with its newly opened hotel."

"No."

All attention is directed at the Throne which suddenly answers the question of Love quickly without the slightest doubt.

"I'm–I can work from anywhere."

Love throws its lips at the recitation of the Throne. "You or Reza's working?"

The question sounded more like a mockery in the hearing of the Throne. But it would not make the flowers in his heart bloom. He could again see the various expressions on that ayu's face. He no longer saw a flat, stiff, and full of formality when talking to her.

"I paid him to work."

"Say you are lazy to work. You slacker," chirped the king who had chosen to scoop his own food.

"Dad don't be lazy, then dad doesn't have money. Mama said we have to be diligent to work in order to buy toys and walk." Now the sound of the Queen's cry also filled the dining room.

The throne looked lovingly at the girl sitting on her left thigh. She gently stroked the little girl's lustrous hair with a faint smile on her lips.

"Dad will work hard for you, you don't have to work. You just have to be always smiling and happy. That's enough for you to make a lot of money. You can buy whatever you want, we can go anywhere. Hmm?"

Love's gaze was so deep in aiming at her ex-husband. His heart was quite touched by the words that came from the mouth of the man before him. If only their past wasn't so bad, maybe now he had already run hugging that burly body. However, once again he had to suppress the reverberating feeling in his heart.

"Huh! there is no proof." The sniffling sound from the tiny mouth again broke the atmosphere of the day.

"King ...." Love can't stand to 'not reprimand the mouth of his son who's getting hotter.

"All this time the only thing that worked for us was Mama, right."

"Sister King, said Mama right we must first meet from the bad guy. Papa will have to punish the bad guys first can meet us. If we don't get punished, the bad guys will disturb us." The queen was innocently trying to defend her father.

Netra Laras has been reflecting on the conversation of loved ones in front of him. There was a sense of regret mixed up to fill his chest cavity. If only then did he not let go of his daughter-in-law just like that. If only his son had not behaved bod*h. If only Love would stand and fight with all the injustice she received. If only the word were not spoken today, perhaps his grandchildren would not have had to go through their current pain and disappointment.

"I'm sorry, dear. Excuse me. Excuse me. Sorry." The throne brought the little girl into his arms. He tightly wrapped the tiny body with a face hidden between his hair and ears. Her tears escaped again. He becomes a figure that is so fragile and crybaby when faced with the three people who once wasted it.

Seriate....