Marrying the Father of My Foster Son

Sweet Fruit of Patience

When Queensha and Ghani were busy honeymooning to the Maldives and Japan, two women were busy stalking IG accounts belonging to the young mistress of the Wijaya Kusuma family. It has been almost five minutes two women opened one by one photos uploaded by Queensha and it seems they have no intention to stop the activity.

"Ck, it's so good that Queensha's life is now, from the poor suddenly to the rich. Having a widower husband, a twisted tajir plus a potential heir to a famous hospital in the city of Jakarta must now be living with a wealth of wealth," said one of Queensha's famous former colleagues julid, likes to talk about others.

"Yes, really. Just his attitude Queensha so song and belagu very, uh do not know will marry the same rich."

"But come to think of it, what attracted Ghani to Queensha? His face is mediocre, ordinary appearance, and the clothes he wears are less fashionable than us, but why his fate is so lucky. What can't-don't he-"

"Don't what, huh? If you say no carelessly, deh, then the fall of slander!" Lulu racked her waist while drawing a sharp gaze. He who had just delivered an order to table number 9 was quite surprised by the chat of his two coworkers. They may gossip during working hours.

"Are you both here to work or to gossip about other people? If you want to work, work well, serve customers well. However, if you just want to gossip, mengingan now go from here. Find a safe place to gossip until you both frothy mouth due to too much talking about the ugliness of others," continued Lulu with a tone of emotion. The person they were gossiping about was Queensha, her best friend.

Feeling irritated by Lulu's care, one of the restaurant employees stood up and challenged the woman before him. "Indeed why if we negosipin your friend? Unaccepting? Heh, Lu, don't bother you senior employees and get close enough to Mr. Rama can just as easily upset us. Lo and I are both subordinates here so never forbid me from gossiping about anyone!"

The short-haired woman folded her hands in front of her chest. Observing the appearance of Lulu from the top of the head to the tip of the foot. "Gue tuh wonder just like you, what makes you want to defend Queensha desperately? What do you want to be his guard dog all this time?"

Instead of feeling offended by being called a guard dog, Lulu smiles smirk and returns the gaze of her co-workers. "Still mending to be a watchdog that proved loyal to his master rather than a gossip monger that many hated."

"Regarding your question just now, I have no obligation to answer it so please just think for yourself. Use your brain for just 1 ounce to think jelly!" Then Lulu passed from in front of the two women. He stepped towards the door that would lead him to a special room for restaurant staff.

Only two more steps left Lulu reached the door handle, the woman turned her body facing her two coworkers. With a serious facial expression he said, "Lo never knew how Queensha struggled in the past to be in his position now. So I'd better stop feeling jealous of my best friend's happiness because if you know how tough his life was in the past, I'm sure you'll both be silenced forever!"

After Lulu's death, the two women froze on the spot. Their lips clenched, their tongues were unable to say. The minds of the two were trying hard to digest the words that Lulu had said some time ago.

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Meanwhile, Queensha looks confused looking for the whereabouts of Ghani and Rakesh. He looked to and fro, but did not find the two figures of the man.

“Aduh, Mas Ghani where to go, huh? I should have followed Mas Ghani, not turned the other way. How about I get lost and Mas Ghani can't find me here?" Queensha was a little sorry, because of her negligence she lost track of her husband.

“Sha, where are you? Queensha!"

The sound of a call came from someone. The voice was so familiar that Queensha immediately turned her head. He saw Ghani and Rakesh coming out of a building while looking at himself with an anxious look.

Ghani ran close to his wife. “Yes, Honey. Why are you alone here? Didn't you just follow me in the back?"

“Sorry, Mom. Something made me wonder so I didn't notice where you were going. By the time I realized, you two were out of nowhere." Queensha looked down, feeling guilty had made her husband anxious.

Ghani rubs Queensha's hair. He was not angry, only worried about Queensha's misery. "Don't feel guilty, the fault lies with me. I should have paid more attention to you earlier, but for being too engrossed in chatting to forget about your presence by my side."

“I'm sorry, Mas. I promise I won't do it again" Queensha said regretfully.

"Hmm, no problem. Most importantly you've met and can regroup with your husband." Rakesh said, trying to calm Queensha down.

Ghani and Queensha have just walked out of the campus. Ghani is satisfied with nostalgia, surrounding the campus with Rakesh and Queensha. Almost an hour on campus and the newlyweds were leaving in front of Rakesh.

"May your household remain forever." Rakesh said in earnest.

"thank you. I hope you soon find a patch of heart." Then the two men hugged each other before going back apart.

Queensha glanced at a paper poking out of her husband's pants pocket. Because the position is slightly inward, making the woman difficult when finding out what objects are in the pocket of the husband's pants.

"Mas, in your pants pocket, what? The feeling when we left, I didn't see it at all."

"Oh, this is a summer festival ticket. Well, I said I wanted to take you somewhere and this is the place we will visit next. How, you like it not?"

“Wah, I love it, Mas. Usually when there is a festival, many people wear yukata. I've tried it once and it's so exciting." Queensha sighed softly. "However, it looks like I can't wear those clothes now because-"

“Take it easy. I'll take you to the shop around the festival. Well, you can wear those clothes."

“Seriously, Mas? Fun!” Queensha jumped like a child.

Once in the area near the festival, Queensha and Ghani head to the store where they sell yukata. Yukata is a traditional dress in Japan. Many Japanese girls use yukata when going to festivals.

“Arigatou.” Queensha thanked the boutique owner who helped her wear the yukata.

Once out of the dressing room, Ghani's eyes were flabbergasted to see Queensha. For wearing yukata, Queensha looks like a Japanese girl.

“You are so beautiful, dear. I'm sure all the women who attend the summer festival will be jealous of you. To a beautiful woman like an angel," praise Ghani sincerely.

Queensha' cheeks met red at Ghani's praise. He hugged Ghani's arm and walked out of the store to head for the summer festival.

There are a lot of people at the festival. The place was crowded, so Ghani clasped Queensha's hand tightly so that his wife could not be separated from him. Given the incident on campus earlier, Ghani is increasingly paying attention to the wife so that it does not happen again. It could be terrible if Queensha gets lost in this crowded place.

“You want to eat takoyaki?” bargain Ghani as they pass in front of a small tavern selling takoyaki.

“Mau! Mau!” sahut Queensha fast. He likes takoyaki, even when in Indonesia he likes to buy food. Now he has the opportunity to buy it directly from his home country. So, he didn't want to miss that opportunity.

While waiting for the takoyaki to mature, Ghani is seen watching Queensha silently. There was one more place he wanted to visit with Queensha. The thing is, he's afraid to tell Queensha his purpose.

“Why, Mas? How did you see me from?” The conscious Queensha immediately asked.

“Ehm, it's okay. Your order is ripe. Quickly eaten while still warm."

Queensha immediately took his takoyaki order and immediately ate it.

After touring the festival, Ghani and Queensha sat under a tree. Ghani looks agitated. Realizing something was wrong with her husband, Queensha immediately asked Ghani.

“I think you're worried. What's the matter, Mas?”

With a little hesitation, Ghani said, “Ehm, I want to take you somewhere. But, you don't get mad at me.”

“Where to go?”

“Ke club where we first met.”

Queensha' eyes widened at Ghani's words.

“But, why, Mas? Mas know for myself the place traumatized me.” Queensha' eyes are a little watery. He painstakingly forgets his past, but why Ghani accidentally reopened the old wounds he had in his heart.

“Listen to me, Honey. I know my actions were wrong because I ruined your future. I want you to fight that trauma. I want you to turn those bad memories into good memories so that's why I want to take you there.”

Queensha. He realized that the trauma was so intense, so that until now when he joined with Ghani, there was still a little fear emanated from the look of the woman's face.

Finally, after careful thought, Queensha accepted Ghani's request.

“Alright, Mas. I'll try,” the answer is weak.

Queensha and Ghani arrive at the club where the grey night began six years ago. Queensha' body was immediately hot cold when their shoes had just stepped on the floor of the two-story building.

Seeing his wife's frightened face, Ghani immediately hugged his wife tightly. "Rilex, Baby. Don't let fear rule you."

Take a deep breath, hold it for a while then exhale slowly. After Queensha was calm, they entered the club and deliberately ordered Coca Cola to fill a dry throat.

During the sitting, Ghani's hand held Queensha's. “Darling, forgive me for my mistakes in the past. At that time I was under the influence of stimulants given Cassandra. If only I had known that damn woman was mean to me where I might be tempted by the persuasion of my friends. ” Ghani says it with a sorry face.

That apology made Queensha's heart feel moved. “Iya, Mas, I've forgiven you. Already, don't discuss it anymore, I've forgotten it."

“Thank you, Sha, for forgiving me and giving me a second chance. I love you, Queensha Azura Gunawan." Ghani put his lips on his wife's lips as an expression of her love for Queensha.

Queensha closed her eyes, enjoying every touch Ghani gave her. Circumstances around dim, making both dissolve in the atmosphere.

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