Lonely Master's Passion

Bitter Reality

"Anu, Sir. Eu ... Madame Clara is outside, sir. Den David is also here," said Aunt stammering makes Louis immediately surprised as well as Arista.

"WHATA.A.A ...?" Shouted Louis in disbelief.

"Yes, sir." Answer aunt again.

"Have them wait, I'll be out right now."

"Good, Sir."

Aunt left the door.

Louis stared fixedly at the face of Arista who was currently still in his arms. The face of his future wife looks pale with cold sweat that soaks the temples of his face as well as the other parts of the face that still have water left over the bath.

"Mas ...? How's this?" Asked Arista with a nervous tone of voice.

"Where's what? He's just Mas's ex-wife. He's only here because of David."

"David?"

"Yes, Mas hasn't told you yet that Mas has a 10-year-old son. The plan, Mas will also tell you this problem as soon as possible.''

Instantly, Arista got up and sat down on the edge of the bed. For him it didn't matter if he had to meet Mas Louis's ex-wife unfortunately it was but, there was another reason that made him feel depressed at the moment.

What if the guess is right? What if Clara's ex-wife Mas Louis'nya is her own biological sister? What will happen to her as well as the marriage that just counts the days?

Arista rubbed his face rough and turned to look at Louis with a glare.

"Why don't you come out, Mom? Did they wait for you?" Tanya Arista tried to win the turmoil in her heart which was now filled with various question marks.

"Are you angry with me?" Louis put his head on Arista's shoulder with his hands wrapped around the slender belly of his future wife.

"No, why am I angry. There's no reason I should be mad at you." Replied Arista rubbed the back of her future husband's hand gently.

"Well, we're out now."

"We? Yes, but I'm not."

"Lho why? You said you wanted to know the face of Mas's ex-wife? Mas will prove that you are much prettier than Mas's ex-wife," Louis's pinta got up and pulled Arista's wrist.

"Wait a minute, Mom. I'm not wearing a shirt." Shouted Arista tried to break away from the strong grasp of her future husband's hand.

"Don't wear clothes, let him think we're finished.''

"Huh? Masscrs ..." Whiney Arista with a spoiled voice.

Not ready. That's what Arista feels right now, he feels not ready to accept the fact that what he thinks is true.

"Mas Louis ...'' Ketus Arista jerked the rough hands of her future husband makes Louis immediately surprised to stop his rare legs.

"Arista, what's the matter with you, huh? Why do you think it's gini? Didn't you say that you wanted to know the face of Mas's ex-wife? Are you angry that Mas just told you now about Mas's son?" Louis asked with an incomprehensible look complete with his eyebrows now raised next door.

"I-" Arista was unable to speak anymore, he looked down sadly staring at the marble floor which somehow felt so cold on the soles of his feet.

Inevitably, Arista's heart finally melted. Whatever happens she must be ready, whatever harsh reality she will accept, she must be able to stand tall with full confidence next to her future husband, next to her beloved Mas Louis.

"You ready?" Louis asked again before he actually opened the room door.

Arista nodded his head as he closed his eyes, not forgetting that he took a deep breath before the door opened wide.

Czechs ....

The door was opened, Louis with confidence and his wide footsteps began to step out with Arista his future wife. Arista also seemed to hold the warm fingers of her future husband, trying to compensate for the footsteps of Louis walking towards the living room where the woman named Clara was located.

"Daddy ..." David's voice rang out with the sound of his small footsteps running towards his father who he had not met for a long time.

"David, Daddy's favorite son," Louis replied crouched down and immediately hugged the body of David the son he so longed for.

"Daddy ... Hiks hiks hix ..." David's cry broke instantly in his father's arms, blowing a deep longing.

"Daddy misses you, son. You're a big boy now, my God Daddy's son hiks hyks ..." Louis was not able to hold back his sense of need, he cried as if hugging the body of the son who was now higher than the last time they met.

"Daddy is evil, why didn't Daddy ever find me? Does Daddy not love me, heuh ... Hiks hiks hix ..."

"No, not like that, baby. Daddy doesn't know you're the same Mommy you live where, actually Daddy wants to see you, but-" replied Louis, breaking down a hug and looking at David's face with a loving look.

"But what, Dad?"

"No, it's nothing. Who are you here with? Where's your mommy?" Louis looked around looking for his ex-wife.

"I'm here with Mommy, she's in the kitchen with aunt. O yes, Dad. Who is this aunt? Is Daddy married again?" David asked, looking at Arista from head to toe.

"O yes, Daddy forgot. Recognize, this Auntie is called Aunt Arista, she is your Mommy candidate," Louis put his hand on Arista's shoulder to introduce his only son with confidence.

"Prospective Mommy?" David rounded his eyes feeling surprised.

"Yes, baby."

"David, my name is Aunt Arista." Arista introduced herself kindly and affectionately as she extended her hand.

David was just speechless, his face looked so sad ignoring Arista's helping hand.

"COU ...!" There was a sound of Clara walking from the kitchen shouting her son's name with a glass of warm milk.

"Mas Loui -"

Prank ....

Instantly Clara dropped the glass she held, the glass was immediately broken as well as the warm milk that was now falling soaked the floor.

"Aaa-aristas? My sister-" stammered Clara called out her sister's name with teary eyes.

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