
Zoya could not hide her crying hearing her daughter's words, nor could Sinta. They both did not expect that Almira would be thinking more mature this soon.
Almira gets off the couch, and Aaron lets his wife down. Hopefully no glass will hurt his wife's leg.
Almira approached Zoya, she lowered her head and crouched down, her hand reaching for Zoya's hand stroking the back of her mother's hand. It is this hand that takes care of him with all its heart.
It was this hand that fed him, with this hand also his mother made a living to support him, without the help of anyone. Without a husband before.
Almira knows all about Zoya's struggles from David, the man told her on her birthday last year.
"I'm sorry Al mother, Almira's marriage blessing. Pray that Almira will be a good wife like mother."
David who had not believed before he joined in crying heard the seriousness of his daughter. The little princess he once accidentally wounded with his mother will now go far away from him.
The girl he cared for until she grew up to be a beautiful teenager will be owned by others.
Zoya stroked Almira's head covered in a headscarf. Her daughter is grown and mature so quickly.
"Yes, mother bless your marriage. Mother loves you Al, be a good wife. Come to your father's place before Al's. Mother and daddy here bless you."
Almira looked up and smiled broadly at Zoya. He got up and hugged Zoya, he also looked at the woman he called Oma. Although not her biological grandmother, she deeply loves both women who mean the most to her.
*
Aaron looked at his wife's sleeping face. In eight hours he will take Almira away from Indonesia.
Aaron kissed Almira's face with a tube, he won't waste his chances. He will also not waste his wife's struggle to get the blessing of his family.
"Love me Almira,"
Aaron murmured softly, he knew Almira had not fully accepted him. But he is grateful that Almira is determined to live with him, although that love may not yet be in Almira's heart, but he loves Almira completely.
Aaron could not close his eyes, perhaps because of the infinite happiness when Almira received him so quickly. All night long he just looked at Almira's face. He was already impatient to bring Almira to his luxurious mansion.
David looked at his wife's face. He stroked Zoya's head and kissed her.
"Don't be like this baby, don't burden Almira who wants to live a new life."
Zoya hugs David's body next to her. No one would have thought that Almira would make that decision so quickly.
*
Zoya stared at the iron bird that was carrying Almira away. His tears did not stop flowing. Almira goes away from her, while David himself strokes Zoya's shoulder. He dipped his wet cheeks with tears.
"Trust Aaron will take good care of our daughter."
Zoya looked up at David's smile at her. And David himself nodded in agreement, knowing that Aaron could be trusted. So far Aaron does love his daughter, hopefully Aaron does not disappoint him.
While Dirga and his wife who happened to be going home to Singapore also looked at his business partner. They faintly could hear David's words, and David himself was unaware of their presence. David was busy calming his wife in his arms.
Could it be if Aaron took David's daughter home to Venice. So Aaron didn't lie if he was married to David's daughter. Of course Dirga knew the iron bird was flying where.
Dirga does not believe in the man who used to be his business partner. When he calls her to meet him, David asks Aaron to meet her.
Which daughter is married to Aaron.?
Sutts... " Don't make Cristi, I don't want to end up like Erick and his daughter."
Of course Dirga know the lunge of David Aderson that makes Erick and Rania become bad. It's just that the man always hid his family.
"But what about Queen.."
Her questions were soft, her eyes were teary considering if Aaron was toying with his daughter. Queen loves Aaron. To hand over the crown to Aaron.
Though the truth is not Aaron who took it, but the blunt object that Queen bought it.
"We'll talk to Queen later, let Queen think if she should follow her fashion show here. If Aaron's not around, he'll focus on it."
Cristi stared in disbelief at her husband. Where does the mind of Dirga come from like that. Isn't Queen still here because she wants Aaron to take responsibility. And Aaron himself has gone home, after all Queen will not focus on his fashion show this time. Than later will drop his reputation because not focus is better not to participate.
*
"Darling, are you nauseous, huh,?"
Almira shook her head, she just wanted to sleep, last night she only took a short nap and this morning she was very sleepy. Plus he was a little afraid of being inside this iron bird.
"Om don't leave Al, Al's afraid."
Aaron smiled widely, he nodded his ass, but he just wanted to go to the bathroom. He lay hugging Almira on a foam mattress inside the plane. She stroked Almira's small back until the girl in her arms fell asleep.
Aaron slowly got up and went to the bathroom. Five minutes later, he opened the door and found his wife awake.
"Al, why wake up..?"
Almira blinks her lips, does not know if she is afraid.
Aaron chuckles at the tiny, throbbing lips. He took a quick peek and laid down Almira's body again.
"Kan Al said, Al is afraid of Om,"
"Yes,.."
Aaron rubbed his wife's back again, yes, he had to hold her to the bathroom until the plane landed.
But it looks like Almira's eyes don't want to be closed. She imagined how Aaron's house in Venice, and what her husband's job was. Aaron will treat her well. He was afraid that Aaron would not treat him well.
Huh...
Almira exhaled slowly, she was sincere with her way of life away from her parents.
And Aaron himself, knows what Almira's thinking. He hugged his wife. Where could he possibly waste Almira on his Mension. He just got it it was a gift. Especially until he loves himself, he must be the luckiest man.
Almira hugged Aaron. Trying to close his eyes again, all night he cried. And today it's clear her eyes are swollen, and red.
While Aaron himself smiled faintly, today his luxurious missions would feel more colorful with the arrival of the beautiful girl who was in his arms.
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