I reach for your love Mr. My Cuek
Chapter 65
After traveling for approximately forty-five minutes of air. Now Daffa and Arga have arrived at Soekarno Hatta airport. They immediately entered the pickup car that they had requested earlier
Not until thirty minutes, the car carrying Daffa and Arga arrived in front of the Dirgantara residence. Daffa immediately got out of the car, while Arga was directly on the way to his residence. After the car carrying Arga went away, Daffa pulled his suitcase to get into the house
Silent and silent, maybe those two words are enough to describe the current condition of the house "Bik, where's Daddy?" ask Daffa to Bik Wati
"Mr and Madam came out as early as the morning Den" replied Bik Wati
"Blue?" ask Daffa again
"Non Sekar was on top, from morning he had not eaten. Bibi had persuaded Non Sekar to eat, but until now Miss has not come down to eat" said Bik Wati
"Well, please clean this suitcase Bik, I'll go upstairs first" Daffa walked into his room, leaving the suitcase with his dirty clothes to be cleaned by Bik Wati "Sekar..." Daffa opened the door of the room, and went straight inside. He combed every corner of his room. But he did not see his wife at all
He walked to the bathroom, opening it to find his wife. But Sekar wasn't there. Daffa came out of the bathroom, turned to the balcony, and sure enough, his wife was sitting there daydreaming
"Strong..." Daffa walked over and called out the name of Sekar. But Sekar seemed to care about his hearing. Daffa sat side by side with his wife "I heard you haven't eaten since morning, why?" ask Daffa
"Why are you coming home?" tanya Sekar, still reluctant to shift her gaze from the vast expanse of the home page
"I don't think you're going home, and you're just gonna send me a subpoena. But I prepared myself to accept all of that"
"Strong..." Daffa did not continue his words as Sekar's sharp gaze drew towards him
"You want to divorce me, don't you? Then let's get divorced. I've lost, I can't take your treasure, let alone your heart"
"No" Daffa grabbed his hand, he held it in his hand, and then directed it to touch his chest "What is this like a rumble in the chest of someone who is in love? If yes, then I love you now. I love you Sekar Lestari. I'm sorry for being so late to realize how I feel. Please forgive me" Daffa said
Sekar stared deeply into the bead of Daffa's eyes which now looked glassy. She pulled her hand from Daffa's chest, then turned to wipe away the tears that were now beginning to drip in her husband's eyes "You crying?" ask Sekar not to believe
Daffa rubbed the end of his eyes that felt wet. He did not expect his tears to fall just because he did not want to be abandoned by the woman he once hated. "I can't cry, I'm just flickering" Daffa said.
"why? Do you think tears are a symbol of weakness? If yes, then you are wrong, because tears are a symbol of the tenderness of one's heart. I know your heart is so soft, and so loving, that you're ready to be the front guard if Daffina gets hurt by someone else. Why won't you admit it? You're a human being, it's only natural that your tears fall when you're happy, or when you're down"
"No Sekar, tears to me remain a symbol of someone's weakness. I don't want to cry, and I haven't cried for a dozen years for any reason"
"Then you cried, is that a symbol of weakness? If so, does that mean I'm your weakness?"
