
Ibra headed to Divya's room after she finished changing her clothes after taking a shower. He was very worried about the little girl.
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She saw Divya sitting on her bed drinking warm milk with her sister. Ibra felt a little relieved that her little girl was fine.
"my master is really sorry, I don't take good care of little lady, I will no longer leave little miss playing alone" the nurse had already bowed her head as soon as Ibra entered the room.
"can't everyone here take good care of a child!" Ibra was upset again.
"dady!" the voice might have diverted her attention.
"yes baby? Divya's got a sick one?" the tan is soft by rubbing Divya's long hair.
"no dady! dady don't be mad at mbak, dady don't be mad at mamy either! Yaya doesn't like it!" the girl folded her hands together and pursed her lips.
"Dady is afraid of anything happening with Divya, it was very dangerous dear" said Ibra who had held a little girl who had changed into blue sleep clothes.
"but dady, Yaya is really smart, what dady forgot Yaya had leveled up in the swimming lessons" Divya replied.
"yes dear dady know Divya is a great child but still it is dangerous, Divya should not play on the edge of the pool without the company of adults should also wear a swim vest understand?" Ibra continued to say at length.
"so Yaya's chasing dady butterflies, uh her butterflies flying over the pool"
"Dady don't be angry anymore" Divya added.
Ibra also invited Divya down to dinner because it was showing at half 7 pm.
Belen was seen preparing some vegetables and side dishes on the table, while his omana was having a small chat with Adam.
"dear dear let's eat, mamy made chicken soup for Divya" said Belen who saw Divya and Ibra approaching to the dining table.
"hooray! Yaya wants to be bribed by mamy yes" exclaimed the little girl happy.
Everyone looks ready to enjoy the dinner served Belen. Yes he chose to cook dinner with his own hands for an apology. But not with Ibra he just stayed there.
"how much do you want the name?" asked Belen who was preparing to take rice for Ibra.
"don't I don't get hungry" so cold Ibra's pronunciation she doesn't even look at Belen's face.
"Ibra eat, said Adam you did not have time for lunch" now Oma who spoke.
Ibra only saw his Omanya at a glance then took a deep breath.
"at least I have no appetite" said Ibra, who addressed Belen.
By sprightly Belen take a little rice and chicken soup, take some tofu and tempe fried also sambal in different places. Yeah, that's all Belen can cook.
Belen painstakingly feeds Divya, eats quite a lot and makes Oma reveal her smile, Adam praises Divya who eats a lot.
"wah Divya is great eating a lot, chicken soup is good huh? Also want to add" said Adam.
Unlike Ibra who only eat food in front of him lazily even though his tongue wants more. The tongue doesn't know the situation he thinks.
"ehm, Belen wants to apologize for Belen's negligence, Belen has put Divya in danger, Oma Belen is very sorry" said Belen recalled the incident last afternoon.
"my son, Divya is fine too, I am guilty of not watching her well" Oma replied with a smile, she knew very well that everyone would make a mistake.
"branch, ma-"
"already, brother is so when he is angry, let it go first" Adam's voice breaks Belen's daydream that sees her husband's back away.
"Adam, I also apologize to you" said Belen lirih.
"it's all happened"
Dinner was finished, chicken soup was not left as well as tomato sauce made by Belen. Belen was glad they liked him.
"mamy, Yaya wants to read the story after this" said Divya.
"well baby, now we ride yes" said Belen by holding Divya's tiny hand.
Belen placed Divya in his bed and then he looked for the story book that Divya wanted earlier. After finding it, he began to read it.
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Belen opened his room carefully after putting Divya to sleep. Circulated his field in every corner of the room but he did not see Ibra there.
Belen decided to wash his face and change his clothes. When he came out he realized that someone was sitting in the balcony.
Ibra was sitting there, her hand holding a tab but her eyes were blank.
"branch" lirih Belen said hello.
Ibra just stared at him for a while then focused her gaze on the tab in her hand. Belen knew Ibra was at work but she was also uncomfortable when it came to this, to be honest her body now wanted to be close to her husband.
Unanswered by Belen's reply, he sat down next to Ibra. He leaned his head against that sturdy shoulder.
Ibra was seen breathing rough there.
"please give me a chance, I'm really sorry for what happened this afternoon" he said, closing his eyes.
"you said it" said Ibra coldly.
Belen confirmed his sitting position.
"i want to apologize for my far from perfect self, I said I would take care of Divya but I was negligent and put her in danger, Oma also brother brought me here so I could be a mother figure to her" she took a deep breath.
"but now it is said that even as her baby sister I do not deserve it" she continued.
Ibra got up from her seat and now looks upset again.
"that's enough!"
"i just can't figure out how can you leave Divya in danger? or, or because I'm not home, can you please Belen?!"
"what is it with me that I have put my heart on you that you can carelessly guard Divya?! he is not my flesh and blood but all I do now is to support the rest of my family.I even dismissed my own thoughts you approached Divya because to approach Oma as well as me, but I doubt it again, are you like any other woman"
"that's enough!" Belen could not stand the direction of Ibra's speech, now his heart felt more painful it turns out Ibra judge yes to that extent.
"sufficient Ibra!" Belen began to cling to the pain.
"i really loved Divya before I knew her background even you Ibra! i knew! I know that I am not worthy of your life, I am only a pebble compared to you that shimmers like a jewel! but really I really sincerely love Divya, I did not think I should be in your mind, or did everyone look down on me so "Belen was powerless he buried his head into his lap.
Ibra ruffled her hair, she was still very angry with what was going through her mind and decided to come out.