
Arriving at the Yoga residence, Nara prepared a room to use Alya stay during her stay in the city.
The room that Alya will occupy is the room located next to the main room. Nara used to occupy her for several months, before she and Yoga lived together in her husband's private room.
Raga who was at the airport was whining because he separated from Aura, finally delivered to Nara's parents' house first. They left the handsome boy with Little Sister, to let go of longing with her grandparents.
"Would you like to go to the office right now, Mom?" nara asked as she watched her husband pick up a shirt and work pants from his old closet.
"Just for a second, honey. Incidentally today there was the signing of a new contract with a company that had long cooperated with Mahen Land. I want to see them while I'm here."
Nara smiled and nodded then laid Gana who had just suckled her. After making sure her second son was safe in bed, Nara immediately approached Yoga who was preparing herself.
"here, Mas. Let me help you." Nara took over the hand of her husband who was unbuttoning the shirt she had just taken.
After all the buttons open Yoga immediately remove the shirt worn and put on his shirt. Nara deftly hooked one by one the existing buttons, having previously gently kissed two historic scars that were on her husband's chest and abdomen.
"Take care of yourself and take care of your health, Mas. Me and the kids always pray for you and wait for you at home."
A pair of clear eyes Nara glazed over her husband's face fixedly. Yoga returned the gaze until the two looked at each other and discussed the smile.
"I'll always remember, baby. You are the ones who are especially for me. Everything I do is just to make you happy."
Dissipating the distance between their faces, Yoga's hands cupped his wife's charming face. With an ever-shaking heart, she placed a warm kiss on Nara's forehead. The woman closed her eyes as soon as she felt the touch of her husband's lips full of tenderness.
Prayer is equally offered in the heart, asking for all the goodness, happiness and blessings for their families. Not to forget Nara offered a special prayer for the health and safety of her husband in every step of fulfilling his duties and work.
"Away from the office we went to my father's house. We'll have lunch together there. As long as Doctor Alya is still with Ardi, we can spend time with our extended family."
Nara nodded happily. Yoga always knows his heart and what he wants, even if he doesn't reveal it. That is what makes him love and love that man more and more from time to time.
"We'll also stay at my father's house after Doctor Alya comes home. But before, for the next three days, we must visit it first well. Although I'm sure, Ardi will definitely take Doctor Alya with him more often."
Nara kissed her husband's cheek suddenly, making Yoga smile happily. The man moved both his hands to his wife's waist and tightened his arms.
"Don't keep missing me when I'm gone. I could lose my concentration of work there because I kept thinking about my beloved wife" whispered Yoga in the ear of the woman whose heart was intact.
Nara warmed up. Not just his face, but his whole body. In her heart she was flattered, because her husband always remembered her even in times far and busy though.
"I've always missed you, man. So get used to being overshadowed by me." Nara pulled her face and looked at Yoga's face lovingly.
"I never mind it." The man smiled and kissed the lips of his wife he had always wanted. Not long, just a moment but able to make both of them pound full of excitement. They should refrain from being able to continue more intimacy than that.
"I have to go now, honey. I'm sorry I left you when we just arrived." Yoga tidied up her clothes after they let go of each other's hugs.
"I understand, Mas. Good work, my Imam."
Nara kissed the back of her husband's hand with reverence. Yoga smiled and closed their ritual by kissing his wife's forehead again lovingly.
"Rest with Gana. I love you."
Yoga gently rubbed Nara's head before passing away leaving her.
"Yes, Mas. I love you too."
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"Ben, what about the new developers who propose cooperation with us?"
Yoga had just finished a meeting with some of his business colleagues who had come to apply for re-cooperation. Inside the room, the man who owned two well-known property companies continued the work that had been prepared on the table.
"Everything's been checked by Mas Indra, sir. They've met our criteria, including agreeing to our requirements." Beno replied respectfully while tidying up the files that had been checked by the superior.
"alright. Go ahead and set a meeting time with them. I'd like to meet with the chairman or his representative before we send a letter of approval for cooperation."
Yoga never changes. He always wanted to get to know personally the entrepreneurs who will work with Mahen Land or Raga Properland. After feeling comfortable with them, then he will determine his decision to accept or reject the submission.
For him, in a business or any venture, the personality of a leader is the main capital to be trusted by others. Because it will affect his attitude and behavior towards people around, especially those related to business and business.
After finishing all his work, the man who still looks cold and flat if outside the house out of his room. He rushed home to keep his words to Nara a few hours ago.
Arriving at home, quickly Yoga entered and headed to the room. When the door opened, he saw the wife was tidying her hair in front of the dresser. While Gana has also changed her clothes and returned to sleep like a baby who still sleeps more than the time she woke up.
"Mas, clean yourself up first. I've prepared a change of clothes for you." Nara glanced at her husband and then looked back at the large mirror before her.
Yoga came in at a slow pace and stopped right behind the wife. His body slightly bent to equalize the position of their faces. Nara felt her cheeks warm as she was struck by the breath of her husband who had just kissed her gently.
"For the best and only woman I have always loved with all my heart and soul."
Nara was glued in her sitting when then a pair of Yoga hands had hugged her from behind. Not only that, the father of two sons handed him a white rose with a red rose in the middle. The same flowers as he used to present only to his beloved woman.
Holding back the haru that had made her pair of eyes wet and blurry, Nara accepted and held the flower with a blissful feeling. This is not the first time Yoga has done this. However, the attention of the man always makes his heart full of turmoil, such as when Yoga proposed to him and powerless for him to refuse.
"Thank you, Mum. You're always full of surprises."
One hand extended Nara stroked the face beside her, then she also put a kiss on the cheek of her beloved husband.
"I'll always surprise you, as long as it makes you happy and love me more, dear."
Yoga moved in front of his wife, half-standing with a pedestal of both knees touching the floor of the room. A pair of her hands had wrapped around Nara's waist with their two faces looking at each other in love.
"I'll always be happy, as long as we stay together and love each other like this. You are the center of my world now and forever. My paradise is on you, on your rides and on your happiness on me."
There is something else in the heart of Yoga. It is no longer just a sense of love that deepens and remains at the bottom of the heart. But more than that, the man feels the greater his responsibility to keep his love as well as the love of the person he loves and loves him.
"I told you again and again and I will say it again. Whatever makes you happy, I'll be happier than you are, baby. Your happiness is the most important thing to me. You and our children are my best world and everything to me. Now and forever."
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