[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Miss Papa

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..."... Whatever he does, fate will find its way."...

The middle throne is in front of the door of the two-story house which is dominated by white paint and tosca. Although the house is not large, it looks quite nice and attractive due to the right mix of paint colors and white lights that shine in the right directions.

The throne is not alone, a woman standing in the doorway. It seemed like he had just opened the door and was surprised to see the uninvited guest.

The girl looked unfriendly at the Throne, which was still standing while occasionally stealing glances into the house.

"What are you here for?" ask the girl with the tee shirt and the knee-length pants without further ado.

"Sir ...." The throne gulped heavily upon seeing Nana's increasingly darkened expression as she called out the word 'brother'.

"Is love at home?"

"No," said Nana quickly.

The throne just nodded resignedly hearing an answer that was more like a call for him to leave immediately. Once again, the man turned his gaze inside the house hoping that someone he was looking for would emerge from behind the wall. Nil.

"All right, I'll go" said the Throne with a smile so heavy he had to put on it. Nana could even see the look of disappointment and exhaustion from the white face of the Throne.

"You are as big and beautiful as your brother" said the Throne before turning away.

"Don't look for her." The throne halted its steps, turning its head as Nana's words pierced her eardrum.

"Let my brother live quietly. It's been too much she's felt the pain, so please let her be happy this time."

The deg!

A sharp knife tub was raining down on his heart and playing in his chest. The Throne felt pain that was more painful than his gunshot wound.

"You're right. I am the source of his suffering." The throne clenched both his hands.

"No. My own brother chose that path, he himself made himself suffer, but for now it would be better if Brother Love is no longer shackled by his past."

The throne stared silently at Nana. He looked as if he was examining the head of the twenty-two year old girl. Nana did not blame him, but those eyes were clearly staring in anger and as if wanting to tear him apart.

"Aunty, the Queen wants milk!" The sound of the little girl's cry made the two aghast, especially Nana.

With a reflex Nana pulled the doorknob so that the Throne could not see into the house. The girl began to fidget, her heart pounding even more.

"I have to go in, you better get the Throne home before Brother Love comes," Nana blatantly kicked out.

The girl did not want to wait for the Throne's answer. He turned back into the house, leaving the Throne still in his courtyard.

The child ... Is he the son of Love and Rudi? How happy they can be with such a beautiful child. If only .... The throne breathed a heavy sigh. Too many 'if' words came out of his mouth today. He closed his eyes, calmed down, before finally completely leaving the yard of his ex-wife's sister's house.

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After her meeting with Laras this afternoon, Cinta rushed to the flower stall to finish her work. He had to go home a little late today. Can be seen from the clock hanging on the wall of the living room has shown at nine o'clock exactly.

Nana who was still watching the television in the living room, turned her head when she heard the clattering of steps approaching towards her. He stared flatly at Love who looked so tired.

Now both of them have been sitting on the sofa in the middle room with Love that resuscitates his body. The small sound of the television and the dimly lit lights created silence for the two adult women.

"So, you've had dinner?"

Love only nodded briefly with his head still fixed to the ceiling.

"Did you meet her?"

This time Nana's question made Cinta frown. He looked towards Nana. Love knows who her sister means.

"Nana hope, if she comes back, never let Brother open his heart like he used to. Remember how devastated Big Brother was then," Nana said in a cold tone.

"What if he says he's going to change for the better?"

"Ooh, come on, Nanaa. You're now a grumpy girl. Brother's sister is an adult apparently," joked Love by pinching his sister's thin cheek.

"I'm serious, Brother."

Nana bends her face annoyed at Love's attitude which seems to regard her talk as a joke.

Love rises. Sit down and take a long breath. "We won't know what's going on, Na. Brother will continue like this. Passing through life as it should. As long as the kids can be happy, as long as they don't have to be cooped up for the mistakes you've made, you won't mind anything. But you're right, we shouldn't believe so easily just because of a word" Love ends by pulling the corner of her lips.

"It's night, go to bed soon." Love patted her sister's thigh and got up to her feet leaving Nana still speechless.

I don't want you to feel heartbroken for the third time, sister. I don't want you to live your life like papa and mama. You're happy enough with the twins, Nana's mind is staring at her sister's departure.

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At times that are not holidays, the state of the streets and flower shops Love is not so crowded during the day. He won't be looking at his shop today, having to accompany the twins. Love just got to Jakarta again last night. The day passes by as fast as lightning for Love. It felt like only yesterday he met Laras and the next day he returned to Bogor, but suddenly the new moon has welcomed him back. And today he had to attend the opening invitation of the Malaba hotel. It felt very reluctant to come and set foot in that place, but not only from the hotel who invited, Laras also personally invited him.

Love walks with gontai into the house, his mind now branched. Since his meeting with the Throne and Laras, he has been feeling restless more often. Love did ask Laras not to say anything to the Throne, but he was sure the man would still know one day. He also always felt guilty for making his children and his biological father not know each other. Though he knew, the twins must have missed the father figure like his playmates had.

"Queen ... Raja," said Love when he saw the R duo was engrossed with his toys.

The queen who was drawing turned a glance, then continued her activities. As for the King, he remained focused on the PS stick in his hand.

Love sighed, and walked closer to the Queen.

"What's the other queen doing, son?"

"Queen again family picture, Ma. Look good, right?" replied the little girl cheerfully as she lifted her picture book.

"This is mama, there is King, Queen, and also papa. We are toys in the park that have a large propeller," he said while pointing to a large circle of colorful background image. The girl was projecting her wish. The big propeller he means is the culprit, Love understands very well with all that. He was just picked up by a playmate yesterday.

Love does not know what to respond to. Speechless felt when he had to hear the wishes of his little daughter. He glanced at the King who was now just silently staring at them while chewing his snacks. The child very rarely expresses himself, in contrast to the Queen who is more open with all her thoughts. Does the King think like a Queen? Does that kid miss the father figure too? Ah, it feels like he's almost crazy to have to play around with his thoughts right now.

In the end Love chose to refocus on the image of the Queen. "Mama's son has a picture, yes. Very nice picture. Tomorrow the day after tomorrow Mama take you to the mini park, will you? We'll see the animals and ride the prick."

"You!" the two children answered in unison with a bright twinkle in the eyes of the two. Of course they're very happy. This was the first time they would go for a walk to a place their playmates always told them about. When looking at the family photos and videos that his friend had shown made feelings of envy overflow in the Queen's heart. He also wanted to be like that, but Love was always busy with the garden and other work.

Love takes a breath back. There was a faint wail etched from the look in his eyes when he saw the happiness of his children. He knew all along he was too busy, so he forgot to make time for the two. He was just always thinking of meeting all the material needs of the twins. She is a widow with no guarantees of old age, she has to work hard on her own in order to benefit her children, but forget the other needs they need more for now.

Without Love noticing, a tear flowed out from her eye patch. Love looked at the King with a blank look. The boy was so similar to the man who had already made them exist. So does the Queen, she looks like the female version with her long hair. If only we could be together, would the children be happy?

"Mama why are you crying? We're naughty, huh?" the king, who realized his mother's tears.

Love shook her head with a gentle smile and then rubbed her own cheeks, dispelling her tears. His hand moved gently caressing the top of the head of the twins, and kissing the two eyebrows alternately.

"You are the best of Mama's children, never the bad ones. What a bad mom."

The two boys hugged Love, drowning her face in the woman's chest.

"Are you going to Mama's party?" tanya Cinta and greeted the face of the barbinar of her two children.

It was a risky decision, but there was no other choice. Nana suddenly has an event with her friends and lover. Yes, the girl already has a lover who is actually a less suitable love, but it's her sister's choice. In Jakarta there is no one she trusts to look after the twins other than Nana. And again, as he once said. He won't lock up the twins because of a mistake he made. Let them enjoy everything, whatever he does, fate will still find its way. So, he just needs to live life as he should.

"All right, now let's get ready!"

"Yeeey!" exclaim the boys who are soon five years old.

They had accompanied Nana several times to parties held by her colleagues, but only first, for large parties such as the grand opening of this hotel.

"Later the Queen will take a lot of chocolate cake." The little girl had already begun to draw up her plan as usual.

"The village base." Of course it's the King's mouth. The boy was indeed spicy-mouthed level ten.

"It seems like you forgot to give you a feeling when you gave birth to you" the Queen tapped tightly.

"You must not go far from me or from my mother, otherwise you will disappear again like the last one," the King reminded the Queen of the last moment they came to the party. The little girl was too engrossed in exploring each dish to be separated from her mother. Of course it makes Love panicked half to death.

The Queen only grinned widely showing her rows of teeth hearing the King's words. And Love, she could only chuckle a little at the conversation of the two. The king was cold and unfriendly, but in fact the boy was attentive.

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