
The message given by Vino seemed to be about to hand over the woman he loved to the man who was entitled to him, he could not bear to see the boy pleading with him even though his heart did not allow it. He who loves deeply must be willing to let go of the woman he fought for when he met.
Somehow his little heart felt sorry to see the look on the face of the boy who wanted the figure of the woman he had longed for, whether he could see it with a look so slick.
"Om right?" ask Revan who wants to make sure if his birth mother will be released forever without any conditions on her Papih.
"Yes, but it must be taken care that until Om hears Laura being hurt or crying Om will take it again without telling anyone including Revan as well, understand." message Vino who is crowded, said, he said it was permissible but not with his heart as if rejecting it, he was not willing and wanted to have it completely.
Revan nodded, he would look after her if Papih misbehaved or hurt Mamihnya Revan who would come forward to fight her.
"Promise, Om. Om just calm down. Revan will take care of her and love her." said Revan who was so happy. He could already have the woman he had longed for was his.
The moon smiled, he approached his son and spread out his hands to let the boy into his arms.
Revan immediately ran and went into his mamihnya deck. "Revan kangen, Mih's. Don't go again, will you?" revan said, he does not want to be left behind again even if only for a moment.
The moon nodded and smiled, instead happy to be able to remember and return to his small family. Somehow if he did not go with sister Vino in this city maybe he will not be able to meet his family, especially his son who had been left from the baby.
"Mamih will not leave Revan, Mamih will remain with Revan" said Revan, who assured his son.
"Just as I am not" said the jealous Mr. Raditya, he was ignored by his newly found wife, but instead focused on his son.
"You're old, Mom. So give up on the little ones," replied the Moon no less chuckling.
"Truly said Mamih," said Revan who confirmed Mamih's words while mocking towards his Papih, he won when the first time the Moon returned.
Vino chuckles to cover up his pain and envy at the happy family. I don't know when he'll find his soulmate who accepts him for who he is. All she wants is a good Laura, beautiful and caring and affectionate.
Mr. Raditya scowled at the behavior of his son who began to be possessive of his wife, he who so missed his soul mate for 10 years.
Vino approached the woman he loved and looked at her for the last time. He will return to his hometown to forget the memories with Laura 10 years passed he passed together. It's not easy to convince a stubborn woman who needs proof that she's really Laura.
"Laura, I will still call you that name even if it's not your name, it's the first name I give you when we meet and I like it. So please don't forget our memories together for 10 years huh? And don't hate both my grandparents who don't know about this. All I did was want to have you and it was impossible until now that you've remembered it even though I switched about it. I'm sorry, it's not my selfishness but love that blinds my eyes and heart to have you" Vino said long, he pours out his heart all along. And the woman he loved didn't hate him even if the wrong action was in his eyes.
"I understand, Brother. And I forgive him. So, brother just calm down, huh? I will not hate anyone, including those who have helped me and taken care of me. Even I thank you that I can be like you and come back to my own family." replied the moon who smiled sincerely, she could not hate the person who helped her from death.
"May I ask one request?" vino's door for the last time.
The moon nodded and agreed to the words of the man who had been helping and guarding her.
Vino did not immediately say, he glanced at the man who said the husband of the woman he loved with a face that was so anxious when he wanted to say his request, he said, worriedly worried Vino said that in a soft voice but could be heard by people close to him.
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Can I hold you one last time??...