Matchmaker Surprise

Chapter 20

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The footsteps seemed relaxed, accompanied by a thin smile on her ripe lips that added to the impression of beauty in a woman wearing tdiur pajamas. She was Dara, she stepped slowly towards the husband's study while carrying a cup of sweet black coffee in her hand.

Dara opened the dark brown door in front of her with a large inscription on the top of it “Work Space”. The sound of the keyboard typed with a fast tempo greeted the senses of the listener. There, he could see Stevan who was focusing on typing by occasionally staring at the monitor in front of him.

“Honey!” call Dara. The woman stepped closer and placed the coffee cup she was carrying on the side of Stevan's desk. “Busy no?” ask the woman later.

Stevan stopped his activities. His eyes looked at the wife who was sitting in the chair that he deliberately put there.

“Why, Honey? Anything you want to say?” tanyanya gently.

Dara nodded, her body moving shifting the wheeled chair she was sitting on towards Stevan.

“E .. em if I want to open a cake shop can, no?”

Stevan did not answer, he turned his chair first, facing his wife.

“Before, I'd like to ask first. What is your goal to open a cake shop for?”

It's not that Stevan disagrees, nor does he have the cost to fulfill his wife's wishes. You need to know, that Stevan asked the reason for just wanting to know. He just didn't want the past to reoccur again—when Dara ignored Sky.

“I just want to spend some free time in between caring for the Sky, Ste,” said Dara, she clasped Stevan's hand, with eyes focused staring into the eyes of the husband. “I promise I will not ignore the Sky again,” he continued, as if understanding the concerns of the man sitting before him.

Taking a slow breath, Stevan again clasped Dara's hand, carrying the link of their hand to her chest.

“If it wants you, I as a husband will definitely strive so that your desire can be achieved. Soon I will find a strategic place to build your dream cake shop,” said Stevan, then kiss the back of Dara's hand.

Smile on Dara's lips, ah she was very happy. Less especially Stevan, already handsome, kind again. Truly a dream husband, and of course only his own.

“Thank you, Darling. You are the best.”

Huh, turn there just want to praise. However, no wonder. Her name is also wife.

Stevan was smiling. She is happy if her woman is happy. He immediately pulled Dara's body into his arms, but the sky was not home, for the boy was in the house of oma and opanya.

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Tonight feels beautiful, with a sprinkling of thousands of stars as well as a moon that adorns the night. The wind blows softly, calming.

In a room, there was a woman who was sitting daydreaming while looking at her reflection in the mirror. His eyes were empty, as if he were busy wandering into the land of disputation.

She's Dara. I don't know how long she's been sitting quietly on the bench. Five minutes, ten minutes, or an hour? The woman regained her senses from her daydream as a pair of hands suddenly coiled around her waist.

Dara looked in the mirror, and she could see Stevan holding her from behind, resting her head on Dara's head.

“What are you thinking, honey? I saw from earlier daydreaming,” said Stevan, looking at the sweet face of the wife's ayu from the mirror in front of them.

“I'm not papa, Ste.”

Sighing softly, Stevan flipped over Dara's body, becoming faced towards her. The man cupped both sides of Dara's face, staring right at the woman's bead.

“If there is a story problem, Dara. We are married, we should share. Neither sadness, nor happiness,” said Stevan, his hands gently rubbed Dara's cheeks.

Dara took a deep breath, this woman chose to bow rather than answer the words of her husband. What Stevan said is true. However, Dara just did not want to add to the burden of Stevan's mind with something he was thinking

“From!” call Stevan, give an ultimatum so that his wife no longer ignores him, while raising Dara's chin to look back at him.

“I'm not papa, Ste. I just think of Kak Dira again,” lirih Dara.

Tears fell on his cheek. God, why is she now such a weak woman? This is how he shed tears.

“Hey, don't cry. Sister Dira must have been happy with her husband there. Our job left here is to mengikhlaskan,” said Stevan, wiping Dara's tears.

“Ste ...,” call Dara Lirih.

“Ya?” Stevan looked at Dara with his eyebrows raised next to him.

“Should not we tell Sky if he is not our biological child?” ask Dara, asking for an opinion. Stevan could see such great doubt in the beautiful woman's eyes.

To be honest, it was this question that had been seizing his focus ever since. Dara was confused, on the one hand she did not want to hide this kind of thing to Sky, but on the other hand, Dara did not want to make the child sad.

Stevan nodded several times, he understood his wife's concerns. He did not answer, the man preferred to herd Dara to step towards their bed, approaching the sky that had fallen asleep on the spring bad.

Stevan clasped Dara's hand back, giving warmth to the cold hand.

“We have to tell him. For the time, later .. wait for the sky to be ready and can already understand everything that happened. At least, when later he has stepped on high school or college.”

Dara nodded in understanding, the woman leaned against Stevan's chest as her husband pulled her into his arms. The gentle rubbing on his head made him calm down.

Stevan, the man who had accompanied him since he was still in high school, the man who became the reason behind the spirit of entering his school, the man who had managed to grab his attention to no longer tastefully glance at other men, the man who had managed to get his attention, and definitely the man she loved to this day.

‘You're the best boy after Papa, Ste,’ Inner Dara.

“Hey, dream again!” scold Stevan.

“Thank you, yes. You have always been there for me. I love you, My Husband.”

“I more, My Future.” Stevan kisses Dara's forehead. “It's night, we rest now,” he said.

Dara nodded, she took a lying position to the right of Heaven, while Stevan was the opposite. The hands of the two humans intertwined while hugging the small body of the five-month-old baby sleeping between them.

To be continued ....