Just One Feeling's

You Are My One Love

Months have passed. Bringing a new story. With the happiness of hunting. Rossie and Raditya have been engaged for a long time. One month later, the wedding will take place. All the families are happy with the news of their marriage.

On a clear day, Rossie and Raditya got out of the car. They entered Ziban's office. With a stack of invitation samples. They want to talk to Ziban about it.

When the two of them arrived at Ziban's room, they went inside. They told Ziban they would meet him at the office. Ziban was busying himself with the files.

Rossie and Raditya see Secretary Chan who is suddenly behind them.

"Do you guys need anything?" (ask Secretary Chan)

He did not know the reason why the two of them had come to the office. Therefore, he has the right to ask. Because he was Ziban's personal secretary.

"Ehem."

Raditya. While lifting up high a stack of invitation samples in his hand.

"The three of us, we're going to pick a nice invitation for Rossie and me. Yeah, just the three of us. Nothing to do with outsiders. Especially with the secretary."

Secretary Chan doesn't take Raditya's heart. After knowing the purpose of Rossie and Raditya's arrival, Secretary Chan turned around to leave the room. Because he still has another job.

But Rossie stopped him. With a question from him.

"Are you also getting married to Meta soon, Secretary Chan?"

Ziban, who had been busy with his files, stopped. He was also curious about Secretary Chan's answer.

"I..."

"Ah, she's not normal, beb."

Raditya nodded at Secretary Chan.

Although Raditya used to be like that to her, but Secretary Chan this time felt lucky because Raditya cut his words. And there was a little bit of resentment towards Raditya in Ziban. Because it was Raditya, Secretary Chan did not say the answer.

Finally, Secretary Chan walked out of the room. And before Secretary Chan was really far away from the room, Raditya had a chance to yell at him.

"The secretary's base is abnormal."

Rossie elbowed Raditya's arm.

"It's beb!"

"Haha, just let beb. He's the strangest man I've ever known."

After he finished busying himself with his dossier, Ziban ordered Rossie and Raditya to sit in front of him.

The three of them, too, began to discuss to choose a good invitation version of them. Apparently, the three of them had their own taste. Of course, it is always commented on by the other if one shows his choice.

After a while through the pros and cons, they finally decided which invitation they would choose for the wedding of Rossie and Raditya.

"Well bang, we'll just go home." (said Rossie)

"Wait."

"What's the sister-in-law?" (asked Raditya)

"The marriage of the two of you, will be held simultaneously with the mass marriage of employees in my office, this is it? Do you agree?"

Instantly, Raditya's eyes were rounded.

"Have you lost your mind?! I was able to hold a very fancy wedding. And I even intend to take a prewedding photo on top of the Eiffel Tower."

"Maybe you mean, in the Eiffel Tower, beb. Not on top of the Eiffel tower." (said Rossie)

Raditya shook his hand.

"In the Eiffel Tower it was common. If it's on top of the Eiffel Tower, it's just incredible, beb. Our prewedding photos, will be the warm chatter of the world for the next twenty years."

"The mass wedding I'm having, will also be luxurious. And as for those of you who are about to take prewedding photos on top of the Eiffel Tower, it doesn't matter. You're still getting married in a mass wedding." (said Ziban)

"Already beb. Its alright. Besides, you can save money." (said Rossie)

"I'm rich. I have a lot of money. I don't need to save much less because of mass marriage. Totally below my level!"

Gosh, why should I have such a crazy sister-in-law.

......................

Previous day...

"Happiness, approaching us quite a lot these days. And I'm also happy because Rossie is getting married." (said Andin)

Ziban combed her hair in the mirror. By listening to his wife. Which since then, unceasingly revealed the happiness that enveloped him.

Andin smiled at Ziban. Apparently, they both feel happiness.

"Father and mother were very happy with the birth of their second child. Isn't that right, mas?"

Ziban put down the comb. Then he went out of the room. Without answering Andin's words. Realizing that Ziban's phone was lying on the bed, Andin said.

"You forgot to bring your phone, ma'am."

"Before leaving for the office, I'll meet little brother first."

"Eh, why do you look so excited to see him?"

"Why indeed? He's my brother too."

Ziban said without waiting for Andin to answer again. Andin followed Ziban with a smile.

Ziban knocks on the door of Arga and Kumala's room. Arga opened the door. After seeing Andin and Ziban coming, Kumala and Arga came out of their rooms.

"That's great. You're comin. Now, take care of your sister, okay? Mom and Dad will have breakfast first. We're hungry." (say Kumala)

They deliberately gave time to Andin and Ziban to meet his little baby. They know, the more often Andin and Ziban are close to the baby, then the soul of readiness to have children will be higher.

Ziban get in first. Andin closed the door to the room. Slowly, Ziban got on the bed. Kiss their sister's forehead and cheeks.

"You know what, mas? My sister, she's so handsome. He looks like the king's son."

Andin went up to the bed. They both flank their sister in the middle.

"Yes, of course. He's following my lead. So good-looking. I am sure, when mamah Kumala was pregnant, he admired the good looks of his son-in-law (say Ziban prides himself)

"Where do you know that?"

"That's for sure."

"alright. I'll ask about this later, to mama."

Ziban took Andin's hand.

"Don't be childish like that, baby. I'm just kidding."

Andin held back his laughter. Seeing, his little brother still closed his eyes. He did not want to, because he laughed, his sister would be disturbed.

"Look, you passed down your sleeping hobby to our sister. What time is it? He's still sleeping."

Andin suddenly remained silent. He saw the happiness that was clearly reflected in Ziban's eyes. The sadness of her who is not yet pregnant, disturbs her. Ziban seems to be ready to be a father. But he still could not give her a child.

"You're sad because of my words?" (asked Ziban)

Andin shakes. Then he sat down beside the bed. Ziban followed.

"Mas."

Looking at the suddenly serious Andin, Ziban continued to look at his face.

"Do you not want to marry again?"

Those pretty eyeballs, they started to glaze over. It is very heavy in saying it. But it also bothered sadness.

"What did you say?"

Ziban frowned. I don't like Andin's questions.

"I can't make you a father yet. And maybe if you..."

Shut!

Ziban's index finger is on Andin's lips.

"I've already said. Don't childish it like this. If in this case, we haven't had any children because I'm in trouble, then I'm telling you to get married again, are you going to do that?"

Andin cried while shaking his head quickly.

"You know, between the two of us, we have no problems. Everything is arranged by the Supreme Lord. We will remain together until death do us part. Agreed?"

Andin nodded. Hugged Ziban tightly. Ziban closed his eyes. Andin stroked his head with great affection.

You are my one love. Being with you is my happiness. Being separated from you is my biggest death.

SERIATE...