[Note] A Perfect Marriage

How to Approach It

..."They said 'many roads lead to Rome' and of course it's true."...

Love already looks fresh after completing the ritual beautify themselves. The woman was wearing wide-leg jeans, wide pants on the legs in blue and a white T-shirt with a picture on the front. Pink shoes are slightly high soled and sling bags also contribute to beautify the look of Love. Even with his two children. They also wear levis pants and T-shirts in harmony with Love. The only difference is the King's trousers cover the entire leg, while the Queen's trousers are short half thighs with floral accents on the front.

"It's beautiful and handsome mama's child," praise Love smelling the body of her children's fresh typical baby. Yes, she still likes to spray baby smelly perfume on both. For Love, it smells like opium.

"Are you ready?"

"Sheap," said the two boys enthusiastically.

Right now their bells are ringing loudly. Love and her two children silenced, turning to the door at the same time. Who's been visiting so early? Love immediately stepped open the colored door of the toska.

Deg, man,!

Love sculpting. His heart was beating even stronger as that familiar and disturbing figure of his sleep that night had stood before him.

"Would you like to come here?" ask Love in a flat tone.

The man wearing the white Navi shirt swallowed his saliva. The man's Netra was still observing the woman he so longed for. A faint smile appeared in the thin lips of the Throne. A style that compares to one hundred and eighty degrees of it. The style of young people is still really suitable for women who have two children.

"Such a long time, anyway!" exclaims the Queen while running small following the mother.

The Queen's steps came to a halt and her eyes were puffed up when she saw the figure of the Throne standing in front of her mother. There was still a hint of fear on the girl's petite face. While the King who had just appeared was already staring intently at the Throne.

The throne felt increasingly heavy just to swallow its own saliva. Now it was not just one person he had to face, but three. His heart was pounding, but the sense of happiness in being able to see his two children beat the guile of the Throne. The man stared at the twin boys behind Love.

"That's .. I was told by mom to pick you up."

"We have our own car" said the king.

"But papa's car is nicer and bigger. Papa also bought chocolates and a big doll in the car."

The two boys squinted their eyes. Since when do these strange men foam they call papa?

The king looked at Love who was staring intently at the Throne. The boy demanded an explanation.

Love can only be upset. "Here you go, let's go. Where are you guys going?"

"A–are we .. can ride this crybaby Om car?" the Queen asked hesitantly. The little girl has been paying attention and making plans since the Throne said chocolate and dolls. There are two reasons to choose that man.

Love can be seen boasting a faint smile upon hearing her daughter's words. Om whiny? Not bad either.

The throne looked gently at his ex-wife. He realized there was a faint smile that expanded as his little girl lilyed and gave a new nickname. But it's not too bad. The nickname was nothing more important than the fact that his daughter preferred to leave with him. Let him be called a crybaby, a coward or whatever by his children, as long as they do not hate him. The Throne drew a small corner of its lips, there was a warmth that slipped into the heart of the Throne.

"But, honey, your seats are in your car. It'll take a little while to move it."

"I'll move it" said the Throne with a gentle smile and grabbed the car keys hanging on Love's finger.

The woman finally could only gap to see the Throne that had begun to move her children's car seats. He had not even given his approval, but it seemed that the man was more afraid of being rejected if he asked for his approval.

The love that saw his son immediately lifted up the little boy's body, carrying the King in his arms. "Darling, you're kelp, huh? Why not get rejected if you don't want to?"

"No. The queen loves chocolates and dolls."

Love just nodded. This son of his would really be a tsundere man. The dream man of a million women.

The seat belt had been neatly attached to the bodies of the four of them. Love looked at the twins sitting in the back seat. A small smile she pinned as the twins also looked back at her.

Lord, I want time to stop so that I can see this scene longer, the Inner Throne that continues to pay attention to the activities of the three. The man's Netra could never turn away from the three most important humans in his life right now. The Throne has set a goal, those three people are a top priority for him, for now, and forever.

"Do I need to drive the car?" love Syndir who unwittingly the Throne, already glanced cynically at him.

"Alright, I'm leaving. Why are you so easy on emotions? You'll suffer migraines if you keep doing that."

"If I get a migraine, it's obvious the real cause is you."

"Om noisily evil! I can't concentrate" chirped the King who was playing the game from his phone. Meanwhile, the Queen was busy enjoying the chocolates in front of her.

"Darling, I am not evil" replied the Throne in a pitiful tone. His heart really still ached hearing the nickname of his son.

"I'm bad for making my mom cry."

"That's because mommy is a crybaby." The throne really didn't want to lose this time. He did not want the nickname to continue to stick in him.

"Mama never whiny. Oh, that crybaby! Because Om yelled at mama, so mama cried."

"That's not true. Papa never yelled at mom. Papa just wanted to apologize for papa ever being mean to mama."

"Oh, come on, Throne .. they're only five years old." The love that could not stand the feud, chose to open its voice.

"How can I let my son call me evil?" The gaze of the Throne turned heartily staring at the asphalt of the street.

"Because you made a bad impression on them. And aren't you really that bad? You once kicked me out, called me a family burden, even interrupted– emb–emb!" Love struck the hand of the Throne that smothered its mouth and slightly pushed its head towards the backrest.

"Can't we not talk about this in front of the kids? You want to make them hate me more? Please help me a little, honey."

Love is wide. He pointed his hands to the waist of the Throne. "What did you say? The darling? The darling? You want to die, huh?"

"Aakhs!" The throne groaned as it felt pain mixed with pain in its waist as a result of the deadly pinch of Love.

The man continued to grimace in pain while rubbing the white hem of his waist. The pain even outweighed the pain he got from Zain's slap. But not with the feelings in his heart. This in no way made the man's heart hurt in the slightest. Instead he felt the flowers blooming in his chest at this moment. He had already gotten the idea to make this mother of two want to show him emotions. At least he wouldn't be dealing with that flat expression for good.

The throne glanced towards the rearview. It was seen that his two children were smiling, enjoying the pain caused by their mother's hands.

Even the pain of any magnitude will be resistant, for your sake, dear. Papa wants to give you a family. Papa doesn't want you to have to live your life like you used to.

...Seriate.......