Mother is Not a Night Woman

You're Still the Same As You Were, Forcedor!

Shera was stunned to hear Surya's words. Her tears came back. If only bad things had not happened to his parents, maybe he and Surya had lived happily without having to be stuck in marriage with Wira.

"I'm not worthy of you. I'm just a vengeful woman. After all, everyone's assessment of me was already too bad. They'll say you're stupid to choose me."

"They just don't know you" Surya said. "Also Mr. Gunawan already knows everything. I told him."

Surprised, Shera looked at Surya with round eyes. "You told me everything?" tanya Shera was accompanied by a nod of the head by Surya. "How did he react? Was he mad, then fired you?"

With a smile, Surya shook his head. "No. He said what happened to you was his fault. He and your father forced you to marry a hero. He asked me to come after you, too."

"really?" shera asked to be sure.

"Yes. So how's my offer? Yes or yes?"

Shera chuckled softly, with tears breaking down. "You're still the same as you used to be, forcedor."

"Yes .. I don't like change."

Some people say that those who are bad are the good people who are hurt. Perhaps the phrase is appropriate for Shera, an ordinary woman who used to be a kind and cheerful girl. Losing both parents that made him fall down made his heart full of revenge.

Revenge will only bring momentary satisfaction, but it can lead to regret. As Shera is now. However, as an ordinary human being, he also deserves to be happy, with someone who loves and loves him.

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If Shera is rebuilding her shattered world, then on the other hand there is a family that is gaining happiness with the pregnancy Via.

At night in a room, Via had just finished reading a fairy tale to Lyla before going to bed.

"Mother .." call Lyla.

"Yes, honey."

"Mother Syela said in Mother's mouth there was a baby Lyla, huh?" ask her while rubbing the flat stomach of the mother.

"Yes, Honey. Here's Lyla's sister."

"Why did his dedenya hide in Mother's peyut? Lyla's gonna play with the baby."

Hearing Lyla's innocent words, Via just chuckled, then kissed the little girl's forehead. "The seed is still growing. Later when it's time, the baby's out too."

"But when, Mother?"

"Seven months, baby. Lyla's waiting, right?"

"You, Mother."

"Smart mother's son."

Hugging her beloved old doll, she leaned on the chest of the mother. "Lyla wants dede baby boy. The shama is like Upin-Ipin, whose head is bald."

Via smiled, rubbing the little girl's hair. "Yes, Honey. Then we pray first ... Keep Lyla sleeping."

"Yes, Mother. But Mother Bobo here ajah, yes ... Don't be the same as meyus."

Via only replied with a smile. He rubbed Lyla's hair and face to sleep.

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The hero was still sitting in the bed with a laptop on his lap, when Via had just walked into the room, after putting Lyla to sleep. The woman immediately sat down at the husband's side, then glanced at him with the tail of her eyes.

"Mas ..." Call Via.

"Ehm ..." The hero replied with deheman without looking. Which made Via speechless. Finally, he chose to grab a magazine and open a few pages, to find pictures of some culinary that had made him careless.

Via kept looking at the ice cream, occasionally swallowing the saliva. He recalled, last afternoon asked one of the people who worked at the house to buy ice cream, but still all he wanted was the ice cream in the picture. He glimpsed back Wira with the tail of his eyes.

Wira's been doing a lot of work, huh? Where to buy ice cream? his inner. He shifted his sitting position until now attached to the body of the husband, then leaned his head on the shoulder with spoiled.

"Maos ..."

"Ehm ... What's?"

"I want ice cream" she whispered slowly.

"Es cream?" asked the Hero with furrowed brows. "Now?"

Via said with a nod of his head, without taking off a magazine that was still on his lap.

"By, Honey ... What ice cream? I'll find it."

Via's face that had been flattened became sparkling. He eagerly opened the magazine again, looking for pictures of ice cream that made him curious all day.

"Es cream like this, Mas!" he answered while pointing at the picture.

The hero stared at the magazine, following the picture the wife pointed to. Instantly his eyes were rounded, with his mouth slightly gaping.

"Remain, you want that ice cream?" ask her to doubt.

Again Via nodded, which made Wira rub his face. "The cream's in Singapore."

Immediately, Via was wide-eyed when he found out that the ice cream he wanted was only sold abroad. "Singapore?" said surprised. "Isn't it here?"

"none. The ice cream in the picture is only in Singapore. There are also many ice cream shops here, but the shape and taste may not be the same."

"Oh, I think that ice cream is available in this town. I really want that."

Sighing deeply, Wira rubbed his wife's hair. "Honey, should we go to Singapore just to buy ice cream? Isn't that overkill?"

"Yes not really, Mommy." Via closed the magazine, then put it back on the nightstand. "So I asked people to buy me another ice cream, but still I was curious about the ice cream in the magazine. I thought the ice cream was in town."

His face looks disappointed. Cravings for pregnant women are painful, especially in early pregnancy. However, Via tried not to think about his wishes. He laid down his body and pulled the blanket, while Wira focused back on the laptop screen. However, until a few moments passed, Via could not close his eyes. The shadow of the ice cream with that soft color and texture continued to dance in his mind.

Why can't I forget the ice cream? he murmured inwardly. Unable to close his eyes, he chose to wake up and walk towards the door.

"Where are you going?" ask Wira.

"You go down for a second, Mas."

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Father and mother were still chatting in the living room when Via joined. Her lethargic and lackluster face made her two in-laws wonder inwardly. Mother rubbed Via's long hair as the young lady sat by her side.

"What's up, kid? Why is your face so lethargic?" tanyakanya.

"It's okay, Mom," replied Via with a makeshift smile.

"You're not dizzy or nauseous? Usually young pregnant women have cravings."

"No, Ma."

The middle-aged woman again smiled as she scrutinized the lethargic face of her daughter-in-law. "You don't want to eat something? Sometimes the cravings can't be withheld."

Via smiled back at the woman sitting next to him. Want to tell his wish, but he mengantungkan considering the ice cream he wanted came from a distant place.

"What's up, kid? Are you wanting something? Tell your husband, or just tell mom if you want anything."

"Actually I'm craving ice cream, ma'am."

"Es cream?"

"Yes, I wanted ice cream in a magazine. Mas Wira said that ice cream only exists in Singapore."

Hearing the words of his favorite son-in-law, father interjected. "Just ask Wira to take you there to buy her ice cream. Singapore is not far away."

"No need, Dad. I can buy another ice cream. After all, Mas Wira was right, too much if only to buy ice cream to get to Singapore...."

"What's? Overused? How can the child say excessive when his wife is cravings? Ngidam itukan congenital baby that can not be held-resistant," said the mother made the face of the father's horizontal suddenly changed, change, especially when a pair of neutrals caught Wira who had just descended the stairs casually without feeling sinful.

"Yahoooo!!!" his yell.