Duplicate Daddy

Darsh Request

Darsh sat in the passenger seat, while Glenda sat in the front seat. He was about to sit in the passenger seat, but Jillian pulled him in to get in front. Jillian deliberately did not want to disturb her older cousin who tended to be more silent. Not as usual.

"Sister, are you okay?" search Jillian. Along the way, his breath was not heard, let alone his voice.

"I'm good, Jill. After reaching home, do not forget to tell all the servants to prepare their needs," explained Darsh.

Darsh didn't even glance at Glenda at all. He threw away his sight. Maybe because it suddenly became like this. Her beloved Grandma had to leave right on her wedding day.

Happiness may be in Darsh's heart. He married the man he had expected from the beginning. Grieving, it definitely felt. He's been hit hard. Everything's so fast. His appointment as CEO, his engagement to Glenda, his impromptu marriage, and the sudden departure of his grandma.

Up home, Darsh doesn't wait for Glenda. He went straight into his room. Glenda also did the same, but when she reached her room, she was very surprised. All the suitcases and some of the stuff have moved. Either the housekeeper moved him to where.

Glenda was looking for a waitress she happened to meet in the kitchen. There was no one else there because everyone was busy preparing the need to receive guests who came to pay their last respects to Mrs Carlotta.

"Bi, sorry, the suitcase in the room over there was moved to where, huh?"

"Ehm, Lady Kayana asked us to move her to Mr. Darsh's room, Non," replied the maid.

"Sorry, can you take me to her room?" Of course he was still confused which part to memorize. A house with several rooms. He could have been lost.

"This is Miss room."

"Thank you, Bi."

The waiter immediately left. Glenda tried to knock on the door and then entered.

Tok to tok.

Chequek!

Glenda entered and looked at each other with Darsh. Her husband sat on the sofa. Since Glenda's arrival, her husband leaned against her body.

"Darsh, I'm sorry I came in."

"No problem. This is also your room" replied Darsh.

"Do you need to drink?" ask Glenda. As a wife, she tried to give her husband her best.

"Hemm, get it for me." Since the hospital, Darsh's throat has been dry. The drinks he received were also simply put away.

"All right, wait a minute!"

Glenda went back to the kitchen to ask for two glasses and a pitcher of water. Not forgetting, he asked for a small tray to take him to the room.

"Thank you, Bi," Glenda told the waiter.

Glenda placed the tray on the table not far from the room door. He knocked on the door and opened it. Not to forget, he took back his tramp.

Chequek!

Glenda quickly placed her tray on the sofa table right in front of Darsh. She brought a glass to her husband.

"Drink!"

Darsh receives a glass from his wife and drinks it. He returned the glass to the tray.

"Thank you."

"Sit down! What do you want to talk about?" Darsh is unlikely to show his feet excessive attitude towards Glenda. Moreover, his status had already become his wife. Maybe he's not a romantic guy with words. He will do it with action.

A moment of silence. Glenda was still weighing up one question she wanted to ask her husband.

"Hmm, are you sorry about this marriage?" Glenda. Darsh glanced at him. It was possible that Glenda regretted asking him that.

"No! I have already manifested grandma's last wish. Why?"

Darsh tries to be calm. Even though his heart was rumbling erratically. He couldn't even tell the difference between happiness and sorrow. It came together so he couldn't choose one of them.

"It's okay. I just want to know. Do you need me to get you a change of clothes?"

"No need! Be rested. I can do it myself" he said.

"Darsh, if you need me, just say it."

There would be no way Glenda would let her husband remain silent in the room. Actually she wanted to have the man come out to see the preparations or how, but Glenda shrunk her guts.

"I can't, Darsh. If you're going out, I'm going to see Jillian." Glenda was about to get up from the sofa, but a hand prevented her.

"Don't go! Don't you ever leave me!" darsh.

Glenda thought this was the effect of Grandma being left out suddenly. He was worried, Darsh's attitude turned out like this.

"It never occurred to me to leave you, Darsh." Glenda had loved the man she thought was romantic from the start, but the cold was beginning to show.

"May I ask you something?" Darsh releases his hand. He stood staring at the wedding bed in his white room and many flowers there. It feels very contrary to his current situation.

"Say, Darsh!"

Darsh glanced at Glenda. He didn't want to be a dishonest man to say it. Maybe this will hurt him. If Glenda wanted to understand, she would have.

"Our wedding day coincides with the departure of my grandma. Of course this will be a day that will be covered in shades of grief until anytime. I want you to clean all the flowers on that bed and there will never be an anniversary celebration for our wedding. Do you agree?"

The deg!

Glenda as a woman who wants to enjoy the beauty of her birthday with her partner must swallow a bitter pill with what Darsh is asking for right now. Just the first time being his wife a few hours ago already looks contrary to the wishes of Glenda. It seemed like Glenda had to suppress her ego this time around. If not, it could be a newly built relationship.

"Yes, whatever you say, I'll remember."

"One more. There will be no celebration of eating together today. It means something like a celebration of lunch or dinner for the next few years."

Glenda knew very well what to behave like. Darsh. There was no way she would disappoint the man who was already her husband. Even if he has to fight with himself.

"Sure! I'll remember it." Glenda got out of her seat intending to pick up a plastic bag to clean all the flowers on her bridal bed.

Darsh no longer prevents it. Glenda immediately cleaned all the flowers on the bed. He put all the flowers in and intended to hand them over to the waiter. Not the heart if you have to throw flowers that beautiful. Finished making up the bed that Darsh kept observing, Glenda felt nervous together in the room with her husband. Even if she knew that nothing would happen to her. He quickly picked up the plastic bag to take out of the room. To open the door, Darsh called out to him.

"Glenda!"

"Yes?" He looked towards Darsh. The other hand holds a plastic bag and the other holds a door handle.

"Thank you." Darsh goes straight into the bathroom. Maybe to clean up.

Glenda looked at her husband's back which was starting to disappear. There is a sense of worth in Glenda. Her husband treats her well. Not wasting any time, Glenda had to hand it over to the waiter as soon as possible.