Aksara For Arsyilla
The Palace of Love
Unbeknownst to Arsyilla, Aksara secretly prepares a palace, a house that will occupy soon. The house that became a place of growth and development for his little baby later. Even as an Architect, Aksara designed his own house drawings and also made the design of the building in such a way.
Houses with modern minimalist design are being prepared Aksara now. Not only the design, Aksara also chose the best quality materials to make a dream home for his wife. Aksara still remembers that a while ago while chatting with his wife, apparently Arsyilla likes a house with a modern minimalist design that looks simple. Because, Arsyilla like Mama Khaira that the house is not based on the luxury and magnificence of the building. But where there is love, there is life. In the house he will live in, filled with love from his husband and children later.
Even this time, Aksara also chose a location near Jaya Corp and also the campus where Arsyilla teaches to facilitate their mobilization to work later. Now, Aksara is checking the land under construction for the new palace he will occupy with Arsyilla.
“How is Mr Joseph, his progress? How long can I finish?” ask Aksara to Mr. Joseph who is the head of the project for the house he built from the beginning.
“Three weeks maybe, Sir ... it's done. Must install glass windows in the room as requested Mr. Aksara,” replied Mr. Joseph.
It was because Arsyilla liked to see the twilight, so Aksara would make a super large glass window in her room. The glass window where his wife could sit and enjoy the twilight.
“What we want to look into, so that Mr. Aksara knows how the progress of this house,” invite Mr. Joseph to Aksara.
“Bby Sir,” sahut Aksara.
By following Mr. Joseph then Aksara entered the house with a modern minimalist concept. Dominated with white color that makes the house look clean, it's just that in the room later, Aksara will combine it with his wife's favorite pink color. Defining the sweet, feminist, and gentle figure of Arsyilla.
“This living room sir... later there is an Interior Design that will put every furniture in its place and of course adapted to the concept of this house to be more solid and fit. Then there is the kitchen. Second floor for the bedroom,” clear Mr. Josep guide Aksara room tour to his own home.
Aksara observes the end result of the house it designed from the beginning. He himself drew the design, determined the design of each room, and was also involved in its construction. For his wife and prospective baby later Aksara does want to give the best.
“The swimming pool is also ready, right Sir?” ask Aksara.
“Already Sir ... safe, all will be finished in time,” replied Mr. Joseph.
It felt like Aksara could breathe a sigh of relief because the dream building he had designed from the beginning would be finished and he could immediately give a surprise to his wife.
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Three Weeks Hose …
“Honey, later in the afternoon come with me well,” invite Aksara this time to Arsyilla.
“Where's Brother?” arsyilla asked her husband.
“Rahasia ... we ngedate, before your baby bump gets bigger,” Aksara replied as she rolled her eyes to his wife.
“Tuh, now use the secrets deh,” reply Arsyilla.
By late afternoon, Arsyilla had taken a bath, the woman was preparing to follow her husband. Just wear a soft toska green dress, and also apply makeup with a flawless makeup.
“Let's Dad Dedek Baby, want to take Mother where nih,” said Arsyilla who then took a seat next to her husband.
“Bundek Baby is ready?” ask Aksara.
“Already dong,” reply Arsyilla.
“Yuk, we're leaving now,” Aksara said.
The man stood up, extended his hand to Arsyilla and immediately invited her to leave. Slowly, Aksara drove his car, down the streets in the Capital, until finally the car that was boarded by Aksara entered the residential area with a cluster concept that was not far from the residence of Mama Khaira and Papa Radit.
Until finally, the car stopped in a house with a modern minimalist concept and white paint makes the house look so beautiful.
“Whose house is Sis?” ask Arsyilla later.
The man smiled, opened the gate and continued to hold Arsyilla's hand. “Welcome to our future home. Palace full of love Aksara and Arsyilla,” Aksara said confidently.
Yes, Aksara is so happy to be able to bring Arsyilla to see the house that will be a place for him to age together with his wife and see the growth and development of his children later. A house that is a palace full of love. The foundation is love, the pillar is compassion, and the roof is loyalty. Such a palace is what Aksara now presents to Arsyilla.
Both of Arsyilla's eyes looked teary. He did not expect that Aksara would prepare such a beautiful home for him. The house that she believes is the work of her husband who works as an architect.
“When did you prepare all this Brother?” ask Arsyilla.
“A long time ago, Honey .. not long after marrying you.”
Aksara answered in earnest that he had been buying land and building the house from scratch. It took a long time, but Aksara was sure that the house that became his palace would last a very long time. For a house that he would occupy all his life with Arsyilla it does seem that Aksara is not playing around to prepare it.
“For that?” ask Arsyilla. Really, Arsyilla was surprised. He had not expected that Aksara would take that long to prepare such a beautiful house.
“Iya .. I want to prepare it myself. Even this is the result of your design and design. How is My Sexy Lecturer, are you satisfied with the results?” ask Aksara.
Slowly Arsyilla brought her face to look at Aksara's face, the woman hugged her husband's body.
“Thank you very much Hubby .. amazing surprise. Thank you for making such a beautiful palace for me and Baby Dedek later. You are indeed an amazing Dad,” reply Arsyilla.
Aksara smiled, returned a hug from his wife and rubbed his wife's back slowly. In his heart there is a sense of pride in being able to give the best for Arsyilla. A husband who can give his best for his wife. Arsyilla herself will be a woman who respects, appreciates, and also loves her husband throughout her life.
