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Juna looked at his wife in admiration. His eyes flashed a hidden smile. He did not expect that Risa could have the heart of the sash. Though from earlier he had prepared himself to get anger from Risa. But who would have thought that his wife was so wise and so mature.

“You're not angry?” ask Juna carefully.

Risa smiled weakly, the girl rubbed Juna's hand that grasped her hand. Then the girl's head shook slowly.

“For what am I angry?” he said, “Maybe it's not time we have children. Anyway, as long as my uterus is still fine, we can have it next time,” added Risa with her gentle aura that is able to cool her husband's heart.

“Thank you and sorry,” juna witty, the gratitude on the sidelines was spoken without a sound.

Juna is grateful to have a partner like Risa who is able to accept her mistakes with an open heart. Who would accept his stupidity and carelessness with a warm smile.

Thank you, My wife.

***

“Deon,” call a middle-aged voice.

Deon's steps stopped right in front of the stairs of his house. Then his body turned, following the direction of the six o'clock. There his father stood with a smile etched nicely on the face of his baby beak.

“Welcome back,” welcome him.

Deon frowned. His father's attitude was strange, making Deon guess that his father was hiding something from him or something else that would make Deon widen his eyes in surprise.

“Papa? Why is it in my house?” ask Deon without further ado.

The middle-aged man smiled again, looked at Deon for a moment, then patted his son on the shoulder.

“Yes, but that's not what I meant. Why did Papa suddenly come here?” ask again.

“Because there are things that your Papa and Om should discuss here with you,” says another voice from the direction of the living room sofa Deon.

Deon's forehead again frowned. He narrowed his eyes, trying to catch the figure of the man who was now standing from his seat and stepped closer to him.

“It's good to see you again, Deon,” said with his hands hanging in the air, inviting Deon to shake hands.

“Ah, yes,” reply Deon, his hand moves welcome the middle-aged man's hand, “Eng...before sorry, you who ya?” ask Deon politely.

“You forgot? He used to visit our house when you were little,” explained the father.

Deon let go of his hands, but still silently gazing down, he tried to remember who the middle-aged man before him was. But in vain, the result is nil, there is no memory of him.

“I don't remember, there is absolutely no such memory in my head,” Deon said.

Deon's father laughed lightly, he patted his hands several times, feeling bad for his good friend whom Deon had indirectly forgotten.

“It seems you have a bad memory, my son,” joked his father, eroding the awkwardness that had been created.

“Just it if he forgets. It was a long time ago, even before you divorced your wife,” said the middle-aged man.

“Ah yes, true. It's been a long time. Maybe even Deon had forgotten what he said back then,” his father said.

Deon was completely confused by the conversation of the two middle-aged men before him, he did not understand at all what the two said, “What words?” ask Deon.

“You used to say that someday when you were an adult, you would marry Runa. At that time you were still a snot boy who only spoke. But, to make your word come true. We both finally agreed to marry you both,” said the middle-aged man.