END OF NAYLA'S LOVE

68. BECAUSE I

Sandy POv's

Tomorrow morning Lala and I will return to Bandung, after two days of staying at the residence of Father Dimas. One thing this family always does is talk while relaxing in the family room after dinner.

Share stories about what they do from morning to evening, keep them open to each other and give each other support. The positive things I can take and do for my family that I just started with Lala.

Lala had also done this in fact, I knew when I drove Lola who would be staying at Lala's residence. She listened to Princess and Lola's stories about school and other activities in one day, and told her what she was doing. What Lala did made my niece Lola very close to him, sharing the story made Lola feel noticed, a concern she often did not get from Nia Tea.

This also makes Lala never want to be invited to go out at night, a good habit in my opinion. He once told me that day is a time for work, study and socializing and can do any activities and nights for family and rest.

Lala went into the room to prepare the clothes that will be brought tomorrow, leaving me who is still talking to Dimas' father.

I just found out that Lalaku has many foster children, that's what Father Dimas said and strengthened by Mother Aisha. Lala set aside the money she got from the family stock profit to build a halfway house and finance all the needs of her foster children. The thing I've really just learned about Lala, there's a sense of pride and respect for what she's done. That's my wife

I went into the room after Dimas' father ended his chat, I saw that two suitcases were neatly arranged ready to be carried. I looked for Lala and it turned out that she was standing on the balcony, she turned around and was shocked because I was already in front of her.

I hugged her and invited her in, no need to wait for approval from Lala I carried her and laid her on the bed. The thing I've always wanted when Lala's two were to kiss and fuck her.

"Hans there's something I want to show you" he said, stopping my desire. She got off the bed walking to the dresser and picked up a box that was located there.

"What is that" I thought.

Lala called me and asked me to sit by her side, she handed me the box and asked me to open it. From someone he also had no idea who sent him.

Curiously opening the box, Lala asked me to open the white envelope first and I followed her. There was a sense of anger when reading the writing in the photo, but I saw Lala respond casually.

There was a letter, someone who did not want to mention her name but said that she was Mitha's best friend. I looked at Lala before continuing to read, I don't want people from my past to be a problem between me and Lala.

I opened a small box containing a ring I designed for Lala. When I made her I was sure that one day I would meet her again, but by the time I took this ring at the jewelry store Mitha saw me.

At that time I was very close to Mitha, to keep Mitha feeling I gave her the ring. I lied to Mitha that this ring was a long time ago and I couldn't give it to Lala because we couldn't possibly meet, even if we met maybe we wouldn't know each other. It turned out that Mitha knew what was in my heart, I felt guilty leaving a burden on her even she could not calm down before returning this ring to me.

I put this ring on Lala's finger, a ring I designed myself. It was perfectly placed on her finger, and the ring looked even prettier on her finger.

I was still curious and wanted to know who Mitha's friend had sent this ring, I grabbed my phone that I had placed on the sofa table since the afternoon. The first person I asked for information was Alex, he knew enough about Mitha and the people around him.

I saw Lala standing up and walking to the balcony, there was a sound of her closing and locking the balcony door. I continued surfing in cyberspace, many congratulations and praise Lala. Some also send videos. At first glance I saw Lala lay her body on the bed before I opened the video and played it.

It's been two days that I haven't opened many messages, just messages from Alex, papa and my mom

"New agent reply chat is no longer delicious" there is a tablewab my thanks in the school group.

And many more comments from them, the same content about enjoying the paradise of the world. I can only smile reading every chat they write, tonight the group is quite crowded and what they discussed is me.

"Bro.. wife don't be left alone, here many are waiting in line if she's lonely" the message told me that I let Lala pick me up in bed.

"Nothing" I didn't find it.

I went out of the room and looked for him upstairs, but the result was the same. Down the stairs, I saw Mother Ayesha in the kitchen. I approached her and she asked "Do I need anything"

I told you I was looking for Lala. Mother was surprised, which she knew Lala had been in the room when we were talking. Finally I explained to Mother Ayesha by reducing the story of my mistake in ignoring Lala.

I'm squeezing my hair, "Lala, you can be mad at me, but don't disappear like this baby. I'm afraid of losing you" I'm honestly very afraid of losing.

"What's wrong?"

Dad Dimas' voice surprised me, he laughed at me.

"You're why" Dimas' father asked as he chuckled, perhaps looking at my messy hair.

"Some have lost their wives Yah" Mother teased me.

"It's only been three days to lose, if the father was one week old mother can not go anywhere" Father even more mocking me.

"Dad" came the voice of the mother who rebuked Father Dimas.

"Dad doesn't know that your son-in-law is scared" the words I can keep to myself.

Dimas' father asked me to follow him into the workroom after being content to make me even more guilty of his jokes.

"Come in" my dad yelled at me and was so surprised I saw Lala fall asleep on the couch.

"So Nayla met my father here, he said he was sleeping on his lap. She said you had work to do" Dad told me why Lala fell asleep on the couch.

"Dad came out to call you to take him to the room, honestly I was not strong enough to carry him while climbing the stairs like before" said the father who indirectly said that he was old. I can only smile to respond to him.

"You don't take it personally" Dad patted me on the shoulder.

"He used to be like this to me and Adam, maybe he would do to you" he said with a smile.

"Sandy, is there a problem?" I didn't understand Dad's question, and could only shake my head.

"He'll be like this when he's thinking about something"

Deg

"Is it because of me?"

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