
After driving her husband to work, Carissa went back inside and happened to cross paths with her brother who was also about to go to the office.
“Ciee.. already a wife!” seduce Xavier and instantly gets a pinch in his stomach from Carissa.
“Awww..” Xavier grimaces.
“Racaine!”
Carissa immediately entered and ignored her brother who rubbed his stomach due to the pinch earlier.
Carissa immediately joined the living room where there were both her parents and also Opa Omanya. Although Carissa had just met her biological mother yesterday, but the name of the relationship between biological children and mothers was very attached. To make them both seem familiar. In addition, Carissa is also typical of people who are easily familiar with someone.
Now Carissa was sitting next to her Mama who was next to her Papa looked spoiled.
“Papa ngantor?” Ask Carissa.
“Ngak. Why Babe?” Ask Charles back.
“Tumben anyhow. Isn't Papa workaholic?” carissa.
“This time is not. Because Papa's loved ones have returned, so Papa works just relax. There is your sister.” Answer Charles.
“What is this called the second pubber huh Ma?” Carissa asked her mother.
Alana can only smile while listening to the debate between her daughter and her husband. Honestly, Alana's life is really happy now, she doesn't want to lose happy moments like this again. He hopes his family will be blessed forever.
Unlike the elderly couple who are also sitting not far from the three of them. Angga and Viviane saw her son and daughter-in-law reunited and were also very happy. But there was a sense of regret that engulfed their hearts. Especially when reading a letter from the late Andrew that was entrusted to Alana.
The night after the gathering, Angga invited his wife to go to his room to rest. Angga at that time still pocketed a letter given by his son who was none other than entrusted from Andrew, then opened and read it.
To: Dewangga's.
Maybe if this letter is already in your hands, I'm gone from this world.
No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I held your Alan for so many years. Maybe you already assumed that Alana was dead from the accident. Again, I'm sorry.
I'm sure Alana must have told you everything before you read this letter. I did this because I still loved Viviane until I was dusk. And the accidental presence of Alana, made me hold her back from staying with me and accompanying my old age. Because of my love for your wife, I also love Alana who I consider to be my own child.
Again, I'm sorry. Give my regards to your wife. Women are kind and very loyal to you.
To: Andrew Sebastian.
Angga has forgiven his best friend's mistakes. He's dead anyway. It's just that Angga deeply regretted the actions of Andrew who had taken his son hostage and separated with his family in a short time. Fortunately, he and his wife were still given a long life when they witnessed Alana's return.
Angga is also very grateful to have a wife who is very loyal, loving and also patient. After reading a letter from her best friend, Viviane can only calm her husband and make things happen. Because maybe this is all destined by the author wkwkwkwkwkw.
Now Viviane rubbed her husband's hand gently while watching the happiness of her son and granddaughter.
“You look for free time to vacation together.” Said Angga suddenly.
“Means Papa?” Ask Alana.
“You just met again after a long time apart. Both Alana and Viera. and it looks like you guys need some time off to get your relationship closer.” Answer Angga.
“You know that your Oma has been declining health lately. Better use that time just for your family.” Answer Angga.
“Iya Pa. Do you want to, honey? It will be with Barra. Or all honeymooners?” Alana asked in a seductive tone.
“Apaan anyway Ma!” carissa replied in embarrassment.
“I agree with Papa's idea. But if Viera wants a honeymoon, let her find time alone with her husband. Do not mix the same family events. There we will only witness Viera's holiness in our daughter-in-law.” Charles answered and made everyone stupefied, except Carissa who had a sullen face.
Because it felt like a plumbing material, Carissa finally reasoned to go into her room. Alana who saw him just shook her head while smiling.
“Viera!” call Mama and stop Carissa.
“Ya Ma?”
“Let's accompany Mama cook for lunch huh Darling?” pinta Alana and Carissa.
Carissa was already in her room. He put his body on the bed. Because there is no activity that is done other than relaxing. Carissa hugged her roll. Suddenly her memory returned when she slept in the arms of her husband. Carissa's face was red even though she only remembered it. He also continues to grieve his stupidity. He could sleep soundly in the arms of someone who once forced him to have sex.
Long daydreaming about her husband, without feeling the time has shown at 11 noon. Carissa remembered her mother's message asking for her cooking company and finally went down to the kitchen. And when he was in the kitchen, again he saw the Papa was also there.
“Ma, accompanied by Papa right? So Viera doesn't need help.” Carissa said suddenly.
“Ya still helped Darling. You have a lot to learn from your Mama to be a good wife and serve her husband well also” said Charles.
Glekkk
Carissa swallowed her salivary rough upon hearing her Papa's advice to be a good wife and also serve her well. Indeed, he admitted that he had not fully become a wife who might be like his mother.
“Viera, why even daydream. Come here help Mama!” alana said because she saw Carissa was silent.
“Eh, yes Ma.” Answer Carissa.
His father is still there. Carissa also tried to ignore when she saw the intimacy between her mother and her father. Yes, they both deserve to be friendly. Maybe they're still missing after a long time apart.
“Loh Ma, that's a lunchbox. For whom?” Carissa asked in surprise when she saw her mother preparing food.
“Oh this for your husband. You will take her to her office. So accompany her to lunch.” Alana said without burden.
“Tap..but Viera does not know the office of Barra Ma.” Reply Carissa reasoned.
“Reason only. Let me get you with the driver. It's just confusing.” Chirp the Papa and make Carissa can no longer refuse him.
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*TBC