Getting Married Due to a Trap

Tya's pregnancy

A few days had passed, crossing the time limit, opening a new leaf.

Kevin chose the path of peace, he retracted the report addressed to Clara. Not because of the persuasion of Khaira, but indeed his intention.

After visiting the hospital where Erik was treated, he was concerned about the condition that befell the middle-aged man, had a stroke and was lucky to still have a mild stroke, he said, only Erik's left hand did not work, the doctor said with chemotherapy did not take up to a year for Erik to recover.

And Kevin already considers Erik like Papa Basuki, and he could not bear if he did not comply with the request of a father.

"I'm proud of you" said Khaira, slipping her fingers into Kevin's fingers.

Kevin stopped his steps, then faced Khaira. For a moment he stared at the police building behind him, and again met with his wife's black eye bead.

"You're not mad, are you, if I unplug my report to Clara?"

Khaira frowned, the next second a wide smile gave her the same by shaking her head. "Not at all, I'm glad we can make peace with the people who let us down. And it's only done by people who have a big heart and soul, because forgiveness and forgiveness are better than we have to hold a grudge."

Kevin then embraces his wife's waist. "So you've forgiven your mother?"

Khaira was stunned to hear Kevin's question. "I don't hate my mom, it's just that I want to know why she left me and Abah."

"really?" Kevin asked to make sure.

"He'em.." Khaira nodded briefly.

"If Bu Purwasih had suddenly come, how would you have reacted?" kevin said, unbeknownst to Khaira. He found out the whereabouts of the woman named Purwasih because he knew enough people who worked as intelligence, although until now there was no result.

Khaira is confused as to why her husband is suddenly questioning her mother. "Is there anything Kevin is planning?"

Expecting his wife is enough to sniff out his plan. Kevin again stepped his feet, taking the steps of Khaira who followed his steps. "I just want to know what a fifteen-year-old boy's reaction is to not meet his mother?"

Khaira looked at Kevin's face from the side. "How about Kevin?"

Kevin stared into his wife's eyes. "You mean?"

"I also want to see the reaction of a child who has not seen his father for a long time?" khaira said reversing the question.

"I don't think Papa Basuki will return to Indonesia because of a phobia of boarding a plane. Because I used to persuade Papa to return to Indonesia, until in the end I gave up and lived alone after Bang Andi got married." Kevin said casually, then took a helmet and put a helmet on the head of his wife who is currently wrapped in a navy pashmina hijab.

Khaira let out a long sigh, feeling sorry to see the life Kevin had lived all this time. "It's almost the same, like being abandoned, it's just that Papa Basuki has a reason, and I don't."

Kevin patted his wife's shoulder gently. "Isn't separation always harder for the abandoned? There's a tightness like acid bubbles filling the spaces in your chest. It would be better, if we just accept it, than to continue lamenting."

"Mas Kevin's right." Khaira saw Kevin was on standby on the bike, he was ready to piggyback.

"Life is like we're pulling gas, slowly but surely. We'll get to where we're headed." Kevin said as he put his teeth in and then pulled the clutch and slowly gas his motor. The motor left the police station's spacious courtyard.

Khaira confirmed Kevin's words in her heart, she no longer hesitated to hug her husband's waist.

After walking down the streets of the metropolis, Kevin stopped his motorbike in front of the streets of his house. Kevin saw two people standing facing the door, the next second he saw Khaira who had come down from the door. His wife's face smiled widely with a look at the terrace of the house.

Kevin scrunched his forehead, he wondered if there was anything to make Khaira smile widely. Kevin looked back at the porch, and at the same time the two people he had originally seen from behind, it was now clear that the two men were Papa Basuki and his stepmother Mamah.

Kevin widened his eyes and muttered softly as if his tongue was stiff to say. "Lad..."

Kevin couldn't believe what he had just heard. He patted his own cheek, then pinched his wife's cheek.

"Mas Kevin is sick." cried Khaira while holding her cheek that was hit by a pinch from Kevin.

"Not a dream." muttered Kevin, back to see the porch of the house, his manic repeatedly blinked his eyes, that what he saw was not a dream or a delusion.

"Let's go, we're in. It is not good to make our parents wait outside the house too long, they must be tired of spending time on long trips." invite Khaira to enter the house.

Of course with reality like a dream. Kevin felt confused to push his motorbike to enter the yard was like a delusion.

Until Kevin walked closer to the middle-aged man who had not met for a long time, Kevin was still gawking.

"You haven't forgotten your Papa, have you, Kevin?" papa Basuki said, he stretched out his arms to hug the son who had not seen him for a long time. However, Kevin's reply made Papa Basuki lower both his hands.

"Why did Papa come home? Isn't Papa's life there much better with her?" cynical Kevin said and just a glance he looked at a woman who had replaced the role of Mama Luciana. She is a woman who was introduced by Papa Basuki named Julia.

Julia laughed at Kevin's response. However, the 34-year-old understands that Kevin may hate her more than anything.

Khaira rubbed Kevin's back, she understood the feelings of an abandoned child.

"Is that your welcome to your Papa, Vin?" papa Basuki said seeing the look on Kevin's unfriendly face.

Kevin flinched, he threw away his gaze.

Khaira let out a long sigh, she felt that this conversation was very cold and stiff. Khaira looked at the face of the middle-aged man who was standing together with a bule-faced woman, Khaira so thought. Kevin's face is the same as Papa Basuki's. Khaira extended her hand before Papa Basuki.

"How are you doing, Om Basuki? How's Aunt Julia doing?" khaira said stiffly, she knew the name of Kevin's stepmother, because Kevin had said it. Although he himself could hear his tone that seemed stiff, but at least he could slightly melt this tense and cold atmosphere.

Papa Basuki looked at a girl who reached out before him. "Is this your wife Kevin?" tanyanya looked at Kevin who was throwing a look.

Despite throwing away his gaze, Kevin answered Papa Basuki's question. "Yes" he said briefly.

Highlight the eyes of Papa Basuki judging from top to bottom, a girl who had become the wife of her son, "Sopan." he thought in terms of appearance. Then shake his daughter-in-law's hand. "If you're Kevin's wife, why do you call us Om and Aunty. You should have called Papa and Mama."

Khaira's small smile was accompanied by a fleeting nod.

Kevin opened the door, and immediately entered without letting his parents into the house.

Papa Basuki and Mama Julia are disappointed and sad to see Kevin's attitude that does not care about his arrival.

Khaira let out a long sigh of support with a headband looking at Kevin's indifference. He saw the faces of Papa Basuki and Mama Julia who looked disappointed.

With a feeling of stiffness, discomfort and not used to it. Until his heart beat so fast Khaira said. "Emmm.. Papa Basuki, Mama Juli, come on in."

Seriate...