Match Again

S2 Episode 40's

Raka sat beside Zia sleeping, observing the wife's face deeply. Seemed peaceful and calm beautiful face. In front of him was the woman he loved so much. Although many women out there came to tease him very strong. Raka will not turn away from Zia.

His life is Zia's life, besides him and his family his wife now has no one. It is Raka's responsibility now to make sure Zia must always be happy. Raka rubbed Zia's hair that had been draped over her face then landed a kiss on the small rannum lips gently.

Zia's wriggling movements made Raka stop then pull the sagging blanket up to the shoulders.

"I love you so much." Followed by a kiss later on the forehead. Raka turned her step body to a standstill upon arriving at the sofa.

He turned on the laptop on the table by sitting on the floor while his back was leaning on the leg of the sofa. Raka did not want to stay silent just to respond to the company that was on the verge of collapse. And he also cannot always expect help from the people closest to him without working hard first.

Raka's fingers continued to type matching files on the report of the use history of funds from his company. This could all have been done by Dion but was not sure if he had not checked himself.

"What are you doing?" I don't know since when Zia woke up and is now on the sofa.

"This is some work to be done," answered Raka his hand still busy typing.

Zia stared at Raka's laptop screen for a moment, then sighed. Actually he fell asleep earlier, but because he felt his lips feel cold he woke up. And her husband just arrived.

"Is there a problem in the office, honey?"

The question of Zia Instantly made Raka's previously busy fingers instantly come to a halt. Raka turned the eyeball then said,

"Why are you talking like that? Of course not." He immediately shook his head and continued his activities again.

Zia smiled. Her husband always wanted her to be happy, so he always hid something big if it would make her sad. But Zia loves Raka not just material, right?

Zia put her body on the sofa. Now his head was close to the head of Raka who was sitting on the floor.

"Whatever happens I'll keep you company tonight, until you're done" he said.

Raka chuckles then raises her hand to caress the wife. "But you have to sleep, baby ...."

Zia further wrapped her hands around Raka's chest tightening her body until it eroded the distance between them. "No, I want her here to be with you until all your work is done."

Although he could not help at least being able to accompany Raka in the middle of the night like this.

"Basically stubborn," said Raka then flicked a finger at Zia's forehead.

"Sick," said Zia. Swiped his forehead. Then Raka continued to stare at her laptop screen again.

"You went to a party with Dion, didn't you?" ask Zia.

"He um," Raka answered at a glance without turning her head.

"How's the party?"

"Currently."

"Did the party end this late?" asked Zia Instantly making Raka turn her head.

"That's not what I mean, but .. Why did you come home this late? When I called Dion he said the party would be over at about 11 or 12, but it's 2 in the morning, baby."

Raka let out a heavy breath. If Neona hadn't done anything, she wouldn't have come home too late. Now Raka's lips are confused as to what to answer.

"Forget it, I just asked. You're late for coming home because something's taken care of." Before Raka answered Zia ended her question.

But Raka knew, in his wife's heart there must be something stuck in his mind. What if Zia finds out that she just woke up from Neona's room?

However, shouldn't Raka explain everything, it's better, isn't it?"

When Raka was about to Talk it turns out Zia had fallen asleep putting her face on her back. Raka shifted her body slowly then raised Zia's body to move onto the bed. And he slept beside her.

The sunlight entered through Raka and Zia's room because there was no curtain barrier. Such a design is what Zia wants to see the view of the pool through a room that is only walled in glass.

Zia and Raka were still comfortable enjoying their sleep hugging each other under the thick white blanket.

"Bapi, Mommy."

Suddenly the sound of Zika shocked the two of them. Zia opened her eyes as her little princess immediately sat in the middle of separating her embrace with Raka.

"Zika's up?" asked Raka with a typical raucous voice of waking up.

"Good morning, Papi, good morning, Mommy." Zika kissed both parents in turn.

Then Raka changed the position of leaning on the head of the bed. "Zika, here." Raka patted the space beside her. Zika also approached with a plain face leaning in the arms of the father.

"Zika, is there anything you want to ask you, does Zika want friends in this house?" Zika immediately nodded.

Zia squinted suddenly her unpleasant feelings when Raka spoke to Zika, but her eyes tried to tease her.

"Then Zika should ask Mommy." Raka flips Zika's body towards him.

"Zika has to say to Mom, you Zika want a cute little sister. Zika wants a sister?"

Zika is back again.

"Well, let's just say it to Mom."

One pinch pinched Instantly landed onto Raka's waist. Until the man let out a voice girder.

"The basis of cheating, you use a child for your covert intentions." Zia rained down on Raka with a pinch in the stomach.

"Zika, please Papi, Mom hurt me." Raka crossed her hands while her body leaned back avoiding Zia who continued to advance towards her.

Zika also laughed to see both parents like that.

"All right, I'm giving up." Raka raised both hands and Zika stopped.

"It's noon, I have to take a shower before I go to the office ."

Zia nodded. Then hold his daughter. He rolled up the long black hair belonging to Zika then made it a thumb. When she looked, Raka was still beside her.

"Why haven't you had a bath, honey? Later you can be late," said Zia.

Raka replied in a whispering manner making Zia chuckle.

"Basic," Zia grumbled.

A few minutes later ....

Zika is playing alone in the family room. Dion who had just entered approached him.

"Zika, where and Papa? Why are you playing by yourself?" ask her as her eyeballs circled the room. There was only one housekeeper busy wiping the table.

"Mommy's the same papi, they're taking a bath," Zika replied in a soft little voice.

Then in a state of wet hair wearing Zia's home clothes came out of the room. "Good morning, Dion? You have come apparently," said Zia after then approached Zika.

"Good morning, Miss." Dion replied with a respectful look.