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Take care of Violet

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The young man's warm hands touched Dhara's teary face. I don't know how long he's been crying until his face is covered. Rey patiently hears the story of her little wife's past. His heart rumbled, he had also felt the same loss.

"Right what your brother said, we should pray for him. Now I must be happy in heaven." I don't know since when Rey can be so gentle. But in Dhara's eyes, she felt very comfortable about the tenderness Rey poured on her.

A feeling of relief can lessen the burden in his life a little. He also wondered why he could believe that Rey would listen to the story of his past life.

At first Dhara was satisfied looking at Rey's handsome face. But she suddenly cried. Rey who felt disturbed finally blinked, found Dhara who was sobbing. He went back to Dhara, asking what was wrong with him.

"Don't hide yourself. Let's just say I'm just a bolster pillow. You can talk as you please. To make your feelings better."

Dhara was stunned by Rey's words. But true as well, he needed to vent the wedge in his heart.

He looked at Rey, thinking for a moment. Before he actually told the poignant story of the passing of the mother.

Miraculous, truly magical. Now Dhara is feeling a little better. Although he had to bear the shame of cursing Rey's clothes.

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Dhara prepares work clothes for her husband. This is the first time she has done her job as a wife.

"Take it as a thank you, he has made me feel better." he murmured inwardly.

Start getting used to sharing the room with Rey, even sharing the same bed. Now he began to dare to share his burden of life.

"Hurry up to take a shower, or you'll be late." Rey scolds. As usual, he only used a towel wrapped around his waist to cover his knees.

"No papa's late too. It's Mr. Husband's boss." he said. Dhara turned his face away, leaving the room as soon as possible.

"Have I confessed to you?"

But Dhara no longer heard Rey's last words. He closed the door hard. It causes a sound of a crash.

Rey glanced at the clothes lying on the bed. The corner of his lips lifted, forming an arch. "Not bad for his taste either." He immediately grabbed the clothes Dhara had prepared for him. Maroon color shirt, combined with black material pants and suit with matching color, also striped tie.

Not waiting for long, Dhara was also prepared. After dressing well, she made her hair. Rolled up, and let a few strands decorate his face. Showing his neckline.

Rey cukuo was stunned for some time. Before he pulls Dhara's hairpin and its hook. "Dirty, like mothers."

Seeing her hair falling apart again, Dhara clicked her tongue. He had difficulty styling his hair, but Rey even seemed to make it back in a mess.

"Quite tied up, as always."

But when Dhara pinched her hair like a ponytail, Rey pulled her hair fastener back. "Sir, what the hell do you want? it's wrong, so wrong."

As time dwindled, Dhara gritted her teeth feeling toyed with. He just let his hair unravel, without rearranging it.

Basic sucks. What the hell do you want? Don't know what it was like this afternoon? He's not going to get yelled at. Well, I. It must have been alesan to bully me.

Just about to turn the doorknob, a knocking sound rang out from outside. Come with Clara. "Papa... Long time ago." Violet had already washed her beer.

"Rey, remember your promise last night" Clara said.

"Hmm." he only responded with deheman. Bringing Violet in his arms. "Vio, want to come with Papa?" the question is to pop the little girl's nose.

"Emmm.. Can you?"

"Of course, don't you, Mama Dhara?"

Feeling herself called, Dhara furrowed both of her eyebrows. He doesn't understand what they're talking about. Rey gestured to say yes. Dhara had to obey.

"Yes" she answered briefly.

"Surely he hasn't told you yet, has he?" Clara pointed to Rey's face, which was busy with Violet.

"But..."

"There's no buts. Yes, I'm almost too late. Take care of Vio." Clara pulls Dhara to cipika cipiki. He also dipped Vio long enough.

"Well, isn't this?" protest Rey. Because only he doesn't get a kiss, baby.

"Begging the same one next to you. Adios. Bye Darling." Clara is over. Waving his hands at the three people. There was silence between Rey and Dhara. So did Violet, she preferred to be quiet and wrap her hands around Papa Rey's neck.

Rey actually brought Violet into his office. Today there is no urgent work, just a meeting this morning. After that, he only needed to sign some important documents.

"Aren't you having breakfast?" saya Grandpa Anggara.

"Does of bad luck, Kek. Bye."

"Sorry, Grandpa. We're leaving first." Dhara kisses Grandpa Anggara's back hand. Bidding to catch up with Rey who is more duu leave her with Violet.

"Bring. It's stock for you and Vio." He handed me a paper bag containing two food boxes with different menus.

"Thank you, Mother." said the girl, smiling. Glanced for a moment at the dinner table, empty. But Dhara better keep the questions running through his mind. Or he'll be really late.

Rey parked her car in front of the main door. Together with Violet who sat next to him was claiming his favorite doll. Dhara frowned as the back door locked.

"Who told you to sit in the back?"

"Did?"

Scratching the nape of his neck while tilting his head. Dhara finally opened the front door. He can't sit with Violet. It is also impossible to sit in the back. Preferring to re-close the door but Rey looked at him sharply. "Sit down."

"Vio, sit with Mama, yeah, honey. Fear of falling." with a voice made as soft as possible. Even a small smile was etched there.

"nda ah's. Want to call Papa."

"Darling, Papa wants to drive. Same Aunt, yuk." he persuaded. Dhara had no other choice. The sooner the better. Her thought.

With a little fear, Violet finally complied. Sitting on Dhara's lap tightly hugging his beloved doll.

"You what?" Dhara inched as Rey approached her. Getting closer, even the warmth of Rey's breath swept across Dhara's face. Ignoring the cheriwis who were still silent in their midst.

"Don't move."

Clik. Rey is putting a seat belt on Dhara. He knew that Dhara was troubled to have Violet sitting on his lap.

His face feels hot, he sure must be as red as a ripe tomato at this time. Dhara slid his face out the window. Observing pepohohohan on the side of the road that began to chase.

"Haha... You're this. Don't be ge-er-an."

"Papa, what's ge-el?" ask the ceriwis. He is always critical. Always curious about many things.

Dhara held back her laughter. It was very much fun to laugh at the confusion Rey showed.

"Vio, this was brought by Grandpa. Vio would you?" Dhara deliberately diverted the conversation. He took out a dining box with a pink heart shape from the paper bag.

The girl looked up, staring solemnity at the face of the person who was holding her. Dhara smiled at his smile. He rarely interacts with children. I can only try as much as I can.

Nodding his head timidly. Dhara fed him painstakingly. Occasionally wipe food scraps with a tissue. "Vio likes to eat this?" the little girl nodded again.

"You want milk?" bargained again.

"No."

Rey occasionally glanced sideways. Cute look at the interaction of the two. Maybe because I'm not used to it. They've only known for a few days. Maybe you still need an adjustment. They look very awkward and feel uncomfortable. But both Dhara and Violet prefer silence.

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