Match Again

Bonchap 1

The magnificent space dominated by purple color seemed very charming. Not only pampering the eyes, but the colors that adorn every corner can drain warmth. With a round table and chairs arranged in a circle, the ballroom was a success to become one of the important aspects in the event tonight.

Some invited guests who brought their children carrying a lot of gifts began to come rame to submit gifts to Zika.

"Thank you ..." said Zika who put a little emphasis in the letter 'r' because he could only say it.

"Happy birthday, dear Zika." All the guests who came to pray for the good for Zika.

"Thank you, Auntie ...." The words Zika catapulted from his small lips so that it makes anyone who saw feel anxious.

"Due ... Zika is very beautiful, just like his mother," said another guest who just arrived.

While Zia and Raka who were standing behind her daughter put on a polite smile to respond to all of them. Having a beautiful daughter may be a boon but after this Zia will give understanding to Zika about one's praise.

The atmosphere in the house was already so crowded with guests. While the city of gift is already mountainous behind Zika. Maybe after this young lady of the Sanjaya family will spend all night to open gifts one by one.

"Hello granddaughter of grandma ...." Mama Clarys came with a stylist style style style style oma-oma socialita outfit outfit outfit outfitted white in white at the waist is beautified with a red belt made of ribbons while the short hairdo he shaped as neat as it is likeness.

"Nr ...." Zika runs to hug Oma Clarys.

Clarys squatting gives a gift to Zika. "Happy birthday to Oma's favorite granddaughter. May you be a role model for your sisters" he said meaningfully.

"Ma, where's Vita? I didn't see it?" ask Zia to go there and come here.

"Vita, she, she's not feeling well. It might come a little late, or it might not come."

Raka looked at the suspicious Mama Clarys, observing her words as if they were being covered up by Mama Clarys. Is this not about Vita?

Raka cleared a step forward to put one hand into the bag of pants he looked at Mama Clarys.

"Ma, is there something you're hiding from me?"

Zia and her mother Clarys turned to her. Their mood was tense, I don't know what happened.

"Nothing, Raka. There's nothing to hide from you, and we've agreed to open up to each other between families, haven't we?"

Raka shrugged both of her shoulders while pursing her lips. Let's just say he believed in the words of Mama Clarys, because it was so crowded he then decided to meet his business partner guests.

Zia was busy with other guests who encountered Zika.

"Don't be too tired, Zia. Remember you are young pregnant, and your womb is not as strong as other women. You better sit here." Mama Clarys took Zia the next second telling her to sit on the chair.

"Let's have a mama with you, Zika. You sit here" he said again. "Service, please get Zia a drink!" his orders at the service next to him wore long-sleeved white shirts on the coatings of black vests in line with the trousers worn.

After nodding the service brought drinks for Zia. "Please, Miss."

Zia put on a smile then raised the orange juice the next second she took a sip. While looking at Zika fun to meet friends his age enthusiastically welcome the box that is still arriving.

"Good night, Miss."

He immediately turned his head when he heard a male voice greeting him from behind.

Dion followed Sesil standing there. The married couple looked harmonious beyond Zia and Raka was smiling at him.

"Good night, Dion, and good night."

He looked closely at the face of Zika who seemed to laugh off to feel happiness on his birthday.

"Do you not want to embrace Zika and wish her a happy birthday, Sesil?" zia asked, making Sesil turn his gaze away from Zika.

"Did you allow me, Zia?" he hesitated if he heard wrong.

"Why not? Meet Zika. He might miss you too" Zia said.

Sesil went straight to Zika and also mama Clarys. "Zika!"

"Mother?" Unfortunately Zika responded with a flat face as if ordinary.

"Happy birthday, dear ... Mother bring a gift for you. Surely Zika likes," said Sesil still trying to approach the very different Zika as before.

It's okay, maybe Zika's commonplace with his parents. Anyway ... Who is he? Trying to get close to this young Zika-Miss home, the family who within a month was named the richest family in the city.

Zika received a gift box from Sesil. Then put it next to him. Oma Clarys who saw the squashed cheeks of Zika gaunt then said,

"Zika, how about a gift from Mother Sesil we open now?" Zia who saw no less enthusiastic with Zika.

After getting a nod from Zika, Oma Clarys helped Sesil open the wrapping paper.

"God ...." The face of Zika sparkling when opening the box turned out to be a toy that he wanted in the form of a two-fist egg that amounted to very much.

"Do you like it, honey?" sesil asked when he saw the expression of Zika was different from the one before.

Zika nodded for a moment his attention was distracted at the toy.

"What does Mother say, Zika?" zia said from the direction of the sitting chair.

"Thank you, Mother ...."

"Together, my dear." Sesil embraced Zika tightly. That is how the nature of small children often changes as adults must be good at taking heart.

Sesil was happy to finally be able to embrace Zika as tightly as it used to be. He promised never to do what he used to do again, inciting children to hate their mothers.

After all came and the cake cutting event was over now everyone sat in their respective chairs enjoying the menu that had been served.

Along with Raka, she, Zia mama Clarys and Zika sit at the round table together. Plus Dion with Sesil. They all look happy tonight. On the sidelines of controlling it Raka rubbed Zia's stomach gently as if she wanted the child who was in there to feel happiness.

While Sesil looked awkward among the chatter of those who were out of nowhere to major. Suddenly his head turned from earlier looking at the food in front of him he resisted vomiting.

"Huck ...." Sesil held his mouth as if he could no longer be held back. He chose to get out of the chair and then ran to the toilet while holding his mouth again holding his stomach.

All of them who saw Sesil's behavior were staring at Dion.

"Is Sesil pregnant?"

Ask the three of them simultaneously. While Dion only grimaced scratching his head that did not itch.

Not the chapter of gisss?? but of course sweet-sweet, the author is not strong if not torture them actually🤣 But this has reached the sweet-sweet stage. End of kalean if given sweet on lazy comment. I will be sad🤧