Husband Setting

Never Is Right

Rian clearly heard the conversation of his son and employee, but he could only muffle with a small entertainment-entertainment. He was not a good husband to his two wives, so to give good advice, he was self-aware that in his entire life nothing could be considered right. He's just a wound spreader.

"What's the dreamer?" Jen brought a piece of sponge to her papa. Stirring into the hands of his papa who had folded wrinkle even though it was still faint. His father was still as handsome as he used to be, only thinner and paler. Jen sat next to her papa, holding her position.

"Is this about Sia again?" Jen rubbed her papa's back, and when Rian returned his gaze then smiled.

Rian took a breath, placed the cake plate onto the table in front of him, then stood back up with a breath as heavy. "A father doesn't forget his children for a second, son. Even now, papa was sick when he was supposed to be looking for Sia."

Jen still continues her rubbing on her papa's back, "sister has been looking for Sia instead of papa, so now papa calm his mind, yes ... She may not be lying, Pa. Just like papa said, only circumstances are hindering everything."

Last night her sister advised Jen to calm the mind of the father, and Jen who was initially confused to calm down in what way, finally so relieved when she managed to do her brother's orders well. For Jen, serious things like this are very difficult. He used to say relaxed and full of jokes when providing entertainment to his friends.

Jen paints a smile over her lips that has not yet fully returned to beaming. I don't know why his headache came and went as he wished. Maybe it's because if it doesn't hurt, Jen won't take her medicine. Even now, his head was throbbing incoherently.

Rian was a little surprised, "you said to your brother, son? Does that not bother him? Papa's not so good with Naja, for Sia's sake he must be left."

"Ngga nothing, really, Pa. .. brother even seneng so know the problem Sia early. He even direct flight to Surabaya overnight. Sia is also our brother, Pa ..," Jen said as she lay her head on Rian's shoulder. "I'm sorry that I haven't dekett and love you guys."

Rian this time was completely healed from his pain, the entire sky was pouring out his grace. The prayer that he had been praying for had finally come true. Only for the sake of these seconds did he live. Just for the sake of the embrace that encircled his waist he endured all the pain and lara. That time finally arrived.

Rian embraced his son with a big smile. "Father who never tried to get close to you, son .. don't apologize because it's not your fault. Papa should thank your sister, you, and your mother. You're amazing humans." Rian tightened his embrace. "Papa can still kiss you on the forehead, no?"

Jen distanced her body, her whole face shrinking questioningly as she looked at her papa. "Why, Pa?"

"There's already Darren always filling your forehead with kisses ...." Rian held back his smile. When Jen scowled and turned her face away with a red cloak on her cheek, Rian shook his laughter. "Cie ... Papa's son is embarrassed, yes ...," his god while menoel the shoulder of Jen who is still on his back.

"Opaan, anyway, Pa ...." Jen turned around, "well, papa eat the cake first." Jen grabs a plate lying sweetly on the table, slicing a mouthful of cake for her papa. "here, let Jen bribe papa."

Jen poked the spoon out in front of Rian, and with a hint of hesitation, Rian accepted the bribe. Slowly chew. He has been used to eating foods that contain excessive glucose, although he still keeps his sugar levels not too low. Rian will limp and drop when the sugar level is too low.

"Enak dong, 'the son of papa made ...."

"Eh, I didn't make it, Pa. .. but Gita's mom made it .. I just watched it." Jen laughed loudly, while Rian, who knew that Gita made the cake, only concluded a smile. If it could be greedy, he hoped it would be like this every day.

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Darren today is quite relaxed in the gallery, but he gets very busy when his two friends who are on a project together invite him to meet. Recalling today she was working alone in the gallery so she asked Dafin and Yoan to come to the gallery.

"So stay angel investors aja nih ... who dare to take risks, who do not use the thought twice to gelontorin funds to Agribis." Dafin directed his meaningful gaze towards Darren who looked a little dreamy. Since they started this small meeting, Darren was busy watching his phone while rubbing his index finger between the clenched binaries.

Darren sighed, he switched from the phone with the number of calls from his wife yesterday, it was only appropriate if Jen was angry. Thirty times Jen called her.

"Don't ask my father-in-law to be an investor, his son is not happy with me," he said flatly tend to be heavy. His eyes crept up staring at his two best friends in turn. And only a heavy sigh full of disappointment in response from the two people. Then Dafin opened his hands with a feeling that he no longer knew where to look for investors. The startup company they run for approximately two years is quite in the interest, but until now no investor has dared to pour funds for them. Yes, the average reasoned fear their capital did not return.

"I was contacted yesterday by crazy rich from Surabaya."

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