Arabella Secret's
Truth
Three months later.
Neal puts Abigail in a baby box she has just fallen asleep after being breastfed by Ara, while her brother Noah
not yet asleep manic black is still wide open not yet look sleepy in the slightest, scrolling Noah is more fussy than Abigail, and if the night is also more often awakened because of frequent thirst, thirst, but Ara never really complained even though often staying up late, Neal sometimes too
accompany her but she also did not have the heart to see her husband staying up late because her husband must be tired because he was busy with his work all day.
Both grow and develop rapidly, their bodies are so tiny because they were born
premature is not seen in the least. Both bodies are so plump and so adorable that her round cheeks are so tempting to bite
Neal kissed her daughter's forehead with affection before moving back to her bed with her
joined by Ara and Noah.
“Darling, why not sleep yet,” said Neal set a nose to Noah's distended stomach make it
moving in a loud voice the baby looked at Neal with his black round eyes, his hands were already wet with saliva as he continued to put his hands inside
her mouth.
“You talk to Daddy,hmm.” Neal put Noah's palm on his face, his feet moving actively as if he understood his father's words.
“Sleep baby if you're sleepy. Let me take care of Noah.” Neal stroked his wife's face lovingly, her eyes staring at him lovingly. With a spoiled Ara leaning her head
kebahu Neal wrapped her arms around her husband's waist.
“What you're not tired.”
Neal lifted Noah up and cupped to his chest,” no, sleep you look very tired,’ Neal said
tucking his wife's hair behind his wife's earlobe. Ara stared fixedly at her husband's face slipping a sweet smile on her lips, she always felt so great love every day from Neal, she was always poured out great affection and attention from her husband, her husband, always compact to keep the twins even though they have a nanny for both babies, but Ara prefers to take care of her own baby, but if Neal is at work she is sometimes a little overwhelmed if both are equally fussy.
“Goodnight darling.” Ara kissed her husband's lips briefly. He also found a comfortable position to be quick
he fell asleep and did not take long to fall asleep. Neal rubbed Noah's back affectionately, looking into his daughter's eyes, mouth was busy sucking her hands, and Noah finally fell asleep. Neal moves Noah into a baby box next to his bed. If the night is sikembar indeed sleep room with him. After putting Noah back to his bed, he laid his body next to his wife, pulling his body into his arms because it would make him fall asleep quickly.
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Cory is accompanying his grandchildren because Ara is having lunch, he is still living in Moscow because
Ara did not allow her to return to Tyumen, she gave birth to her mother having to live alone at her age which was no longer young. It had been a few days since he thought hard about the truth that Ara should know.
“Mother why daydream.” Ara who had just come to see her mother daydreaming was not even aware
presence there.
“You're back, Son.” Cory still carved a smile on his lips.
“Does mother think of anything,” her tank sits next to her mother, she touches hands
his mother stared fixedly at his gray manic.
“Do you still love mom as much as you used to.” Her questioning made Ara link her two eyebrows together.
“What I'm talking about, until whenever Ara's love and affection will never change,” she said
staring with eyes restrains sadness.
“Ara will never be able to repay all the kindness you have given, the slightest affection
no different even though Ara is not the biological daughter of mother.” He said with a sad tone his eyelids were already filled with tears.
“Im sorry mom, Son.” Cory grabbed Ara's body into his arms until the clear circle fell wet
her cheek.
“mom and mama always have a special place in Ara's heart, sometimes it is a longing for mama, but mama is happy there and no longer sick. Ara hope mama also miss Ara there.”
Cory could no longer hold back her tears, even though she had poured out all the affection she and her husband had
having for Ara, her birth mother's love may be far beyond what she has. Although only briefly Ara can enjoy it but the impression will be visible throughout his life.
Cory wiped away the tears flowing down Ara's cheeks, though never once did Ara ask who she was about
his real father he knew of course the curiosity of the figure could not be disposed of in his mind.
Cory knew before Janie died Ara had promised not to ask who the figure of her father, Ara,
because if God did want them to meet then there would be no one to prevent it, and Ara was obedient until this moment she did not even ask who the figure of her real father.”
“Darling, I know you never ask, but deep down you want to know, and I think it's time you knew all the truth that your mother and mother have been guarding for twenty-five years.”
He reached into his pocket and then pulled out Ara's palm and placed a faded brown amplot
eaten up by age but in excellent condition, he stared at the amplot on his hand and moved on to his mother's gray manic.
“What is this,” asks shows the amplot in his hand.
“Your mother once said, if the Lord who has choked him none can prevent him, and his seprti
his words are proven now. Open up you'll know who the real father is.”
Degs…
Cory's words make Ara's heartbeat race fast, a figure he always tries to forget
although it did not work out completely. Who in this world does not want to know who his real father is because of the love of his father and mother he was born into this world. With trembling hands Ara opened her amplot, pulling its contents inside a piece of paper and an old photograph.
Ara stared at her picture without blinking, convincing herself not to look wrong because the three people in the photo were familiar figures, he said, her eyes that were already filled with lines of arr eyes turned on Cory who was also looking at her with teary eyes, she nodded her head slowly trying to carve out a smile
lipped.
Her tears began to drip one by one as her hands unfolded the paper, trying to hold back
the explosion in his chest and trying to find the truth through a piece of white paper that began to fade.
Arabela's my daughter, though,
How are you, son, how have you grown to the size of what you were when you read this mama's letter,
are you a teenager, married, or your age
while writing this letter, I don't know, dear mama tried to guess and
imagine your face as mom wrote this letter. Sorry mommy son can't
accompany you to grow up.
My dear puri, my,
Sorry.sorry.that's the word you want to say if you can still talk to you at this time,
does your mother still deserve to say that word, after all the suffering
which my mother gave to you.
Arabella, my dear,
Had God given us so much time together, mom would have told us all
this is you staring at your chocolate manic that always reminds you of
the man who drains blood in your body. The man you always ask
its existence, destroyed that is the picture of the feeling you feel every time
you're asking. Sorry dear mom really mom never intended
never want our presence in this world so you don't ask
any more.
Mama lied dear, your father was very hopeful of your presence in this world, because
your mother's selfishness should be separated from your biological father, it should be then
mama, your death with her didn't take you away from her so you had to
life suffers with mom, son.
My dear child,
Mama shouldn't fall in love with your papa, mama's own best friend's husband, you're present
in this world because of his desire to have a child that he cannot
give it to her husband. And it's your fault for falling in love with your papa, she
the only man who makes your heart beat so many times.
No one knew we were going to be gifted twins, after your sister was born five
twelve minutes later you were born, a sense of egotism arose in your heart to
having you, mom can't be with your dad but mama has you a part of her because that's how you think you can continue your mama's life again son, but every look at you always reminds
mama is haunted by guilt for hiding you from her, son.
Arabella my dear daughter, my,
Why do you write this letter, because you know you don't have much time left, when
mama can't hide this truth anymore and can't go against God's destiny to
meeting yourself with what your body is, mama doesn't want you to hate papa
and mama's best friends, because they're two very meaningful people in your life
besides you and your twin brother who never even mama meet, mother also
Cory and Papa Bob they're your parents, son, mama put them to you with
*whatever your mother will not be able to repay all her kindness to us. *
It may be very difficult and surprise you, Son, but it is the truth.
Don't decorate your life with my beautiful daughter's revenge because it will make you
falling deeper and deeper.
Goodbye my daughter, may you always be happy without your mother beside you, mama
love you more than anything in the world, and tell your sister
also loved her very much even though life never brought mama together
with your brother, may you always be blessed. Again forgive
mamma.
Hug
kiss from the mother who always loved you,
Janie
Neal looked at his wife who was standing on the balcony of their room, staring straight ahead letting out the wind
night wrapped his body, his long hair he was swinging around in the wind which was quite strong blowing tonight. Since returning home from office Neal saw his wife more silent and whenever he asked he always refused to talk, Neal did not force his wife again.
When Neal finishes dinner, she meets Cory's mother and tries to figure out the change in his wife's attitude, and
sure enough Neal's guess is right that his wife already knows the truth about who his real father is.
“Why stand here, hmm. It's late and the weather's so cold I don't want my beautiful wife
until sick,” whispered Neal gently while wrapping both hands on his wife's slender waist.
“I'm not sleepy yet Neal,” says Ara slowly. His hand held Neal's hand in search of a passing wonder
husband's hand.
“What do you think until your eyes can't sleep,” Neal said peaking at the top of his wife's head
leaning his chin there.
“Why my life is so complicated,” whispered softly and those eyes fell back on her cheeks.
“Complicated, you're not part of life with me,” Tanya Neal turned Ara's body to face her,
his hands cupped his wife's cheeks and stared at the brown manic already filled with eyes.
Ara shook her head,” where maybe I'm not happy living with you, because you are
my source of happiness, you make my life more precious.”
“If your life is not complicated whether God will bring us together,” Ask without changing his gaze
manic his wife.
“Nothing happens to be in this world, why your life used to be complicated because there is a way that will take you on
god's next destiny, I know it's not easy for you, baby, but you can't be too late in this, try to accept this, too, dear, maybe this is easy for me to say because I'm not in your position. But I beg you not to want you to be sick, dear, do you not feel sorry for your husband. Seeing you silent I was sick to see her dear.”
The tears were soaking in Ara's face what her husband said was true, nothing
coincidentally in this world because all traces of life have been arranged stay as we live it whether trying to sincerely or continue to reject it and keep lika in every order.
“Learn to accept all of this, I find it hard to believe it when I hear it, but it is
truth, dear.”
“You love papa Ivander like papa himself and now that's the truth. Noth
only you hurt dear, Father Ivander and mama Helena too, don't let them dissolve into the sadness of having to pretend in front of you, he always cries behind you when he can't tell who he is in front of you, they can't do it if you hate him for this. They
hold his heart as long as you don't change your affection for them.”
Ara just silently listened to every word of her husband, there was nothing wrong with his words. Everyone was hurt, not just himself. The truth by her mother's letter has already said that
they're innocent in this position.”
“Think of what I say dear, it's night let's sleep, I don't want you to fall ill.” Neal led his wife into the room and there was no fight from his wife.
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