
"If one day you meet my son's biological father, and you also know him well. What are you gonna do?" Kiara asked fearfully.
Marcel frowned, trying to understand the meaning of Kiara's question and speech. Marcel grabbed both of Kiara's hands and rubbed them gently.
"If he doesn't take you away from me, I won't fight him. You're my wife now, and I won't allow you or your child to leave me. Because from today on, I'm his father." Answer Marcel sure. In his mind, it was possible that the man was one of his business associates. If true, he must prepare when the time comes for them to meet.
For now all he had in mind was to keep Kiara by his side.
"Thank you." Kiara said, her eyes glazed over to hear Marcel's answer.
Marcel then held Kiara in his arms. Funneling a great love for a woman who just a day bearing the status of a wife Marcel.
....
In the evening, Kiara and Marcel lay together on a long sofa on the balcony of his room.
"I've dreamed of this if I had a husband, spent the night together looking at the stars."
"So, is your dream now?"
Kiara nodded and her happy eyes twinkled. Even though she was invisible to her husband, she kept smiling. His sleeping position on Marcel's chest, made him comfortable.
"Then, what else do you want to do?"
"Can I ask? I feel like you gave me too much. And I'm still asking, I don't think I know myself." Inner Kiara.
"As long as you are with us and we are happy. I've felt enough." The right answer, Kiara thought.
"Never hesitate to tell me what you want. Because my happiness now depends on you. If you're happy, I'll be happy too."
"And I will be happy if you are happy. So, I don't want it if you just make me happy. As for your happiness, you ignore it. Promise?" Kiara pointed her little finger.
Marcel smiled, even though he knew in Kiara's heart that he didn't love her. But Kiara tried her best to love him.
Marcel frowned his little finger.
"promises. We'll be happy together. I pray to God. We'll be together until we age and only death separates."
"I wish the same." Sahut Kiara's.
"Hopefully, my heart will only be filled with you and our children." Kiara added in her heart.
Because of the comfort, Kiara finally fell asleep still in the same position. The night is getting late, making the air also cooler. Marcel moved his hand slowly in order to get up. He did not want his wife to get sick, slowly he lifted Kiara's body and moved her to the bed.
After making sure the balcony door was locked tightly, Marcel wanted to immediately follow Kiara to dreamland. Sleeping under the same blanket. Marcel closed his body to Kiara. Hugged it tightly. Kiara also positioned herself well. His hands were coiled around Marcel's waist. Hugging too tightly to seek warmth.
.....
"Good morning bi." Kiara's greeting to a waiter in the kitchen.
"Eh, madam. Good mornin. Is there anything you need?"
"Emm, there's no. Can I cook?"
"No need for mistress. Later I can be scolded by the big madam if I let the madam do my job." Said aunt with worry.
"I want to cook breakfast for my husband. Why can't it? I want to serve him well. I just want him to eat my cooking." Kiara put on a sad face.
"Alright madam, but let me help." Finally aunt gave up, saw the sad face of her new mistress she so heartless.
Kiara immediately smiled. And nodded in agreement.
Kiara started her cooking show. Prepare all the ingredients for the cooking. Kiara's movements are very deft, fortunately when the mother was still there, she was often taught to cook. And now his abilities turned out to be useful.
After 20 minutes, Kiara rubbed her sweat. Facing the stove made him sweat a little. Waiting for her cooking to mature, Kiara still faithfully stood by the stove.
Suddenly there came a pair of circular hands on his waist.
"I told you, you can't do your homework. I don't want you to be exhausted and interfere with your health either...mmmm"
Kiara immediately turned around and silenced Marcel's lips with her finger, before Marcel managed to pass on his sentence which Kiara knew what the follow-up was. Kiara does not want her pregnancy to be known by others.
"Bi, ask for help. My cooking is done."
"Good mistress."
"Sister, don't say anything about my pregnancy. I'll be embarrassed." Tegur Kiara slowly.
"Why should you be ashamed. You're pregnant, and now I'm your husband. And after all, the one you bear is my son." Firm Marcel.
"But it ..."
"Sttt. already. The problem right now is not that. You left your sleeping husband, only to do the work that the servants of this house could do. You don't know if I've been looking for you. I thought you left me."
"Ishhhhhh. What the hell is that. I'm just cooking, not going anywhere." Complain Kiara.
"But you're not allowed to be with your husband?"
Kiara could not answer, it was not permission. Kiara then looked down, feeling guilty.
"Yes, I'm sorry I didn't let you go." Kiara said regretfully, but then she looked up to look at her husband. Her husband seemed to be holding back a laugh.
"Sir Gio." Aware Kiara is being bullied. Kiara pinched slowly into Marcel's stomach, slightly venting her irritation.
"Aww, hahaha. Yeah, let's go back to the room."
Kiara again blushed her cheeks upon hearing Marcel's call to her. Especially to go back to the room. But he still came along when his hand was pulled by Marcel. And the two went back to the room.
The person who had been hiding behind the wall, was now displaying his face.
"The lady is not just friendly. But he was also really good. Usually if you are already the wife of a rich man, women will become arrogant. Especially she's pregnant. But in fact the mistress is different, she is even embarrassed if it is known to be pregnant. Even though she's married now, she could have acted pretentious in this house." It turned out that Uli had eavesdropped on the yuan and her new mistress. At first did not intend to eavesdrop but when he wanted to pass by earlier heard Kiara who seemed to whisper whispering, Uli became curious.
"Let's take a shower." Marcel said after locking the door to his room.
"Huh." Kiara didn't hear wrong.
"Let's take a shower." Repeat Marcel.
Kiara didn't hear wrong. But what was thought, could it be that Marcel took her to take a bath together.
"Bring first brother. I'll get the clothes ready." Kiara brushed off her dirty thoughts.
"I told you we were. So we take a bath together." Marcel immediately pulled Kiara without prior approval. Take him into the bathroom.
At the beginning Kiara thought it would be more than a shower. But in fact, Marcel even though he wanted to try to hold it. Both are right just a shower, by helping each other scrub the body.
After finishing the bath and getting ready, the two went out together for breakfast.
"For ma, pa." Sapa Marcel and Kiara first, when they saw the two were already sitting in the dining room.
"Bag sweetie." Answer Lena.
"Morning." Answer Kevin.
"Well, did you really cook breakfast?" Ask Lena.
"Yes ma. What's up?" Kiara was afraid that her in-laws would be angry that they had entered her kitchen without her permission.
"Mama is glad you are good at cooking especially your food is also good. But for the rest of you, you don't have to cook anymore. Ok!!"
Kiara pondered her in-laws words. The cuisine is delicious but why is it forbidden to cook again. Her parents-in-law did not like her cooking.
"Ma." Tegur Marcel slowly. Because seeing Kiara who immediately bowed down was sad.
"Mama means forbid you to cook, not because you don't like it. But for your health, mama doesn't want you to be exhausted dear." Lena understood Marcel's intentions, so she explained.
Kiara looked up, looking at Lena. The mother-in-law was very attentive to him.
"Okay ma, but occasionally can ya ma?" Kiara begged.
"Well, as long as not too often. If you have given birth, you can cook whenever you want. But you still have to prioritize your condition first." Obviously Lena.
"Yes ma."
"As if we start breakfast." Invite Kevin who is actually impatient to taste the cuisine of his daughter-in-law.
Everyone smiled and started breakfast. During her first feed, Lena and Kevin praise the taste of Kiara's delicious cuisine. Simple food, only in the form of pancakes and others but enough to make them spend the results of Kiara cuisine.
Kiara's mood that morning was so good. By receiving attention from everyone and praise for the results of his cooking.