Mother To Daddy (Close)

eps 20's

Not a Sunday night, not a special night, but suddenly Sandy took the initiative to invite Stella just a walk around the lake, without taking Aiden.

At first Stella was a little surprised to see Sandy's presence in front of her house, and took her out on badmood grounds, but even so, Stella agreed to Sandy's invitation for a walk. Because actually he also needs to breathe fresh air, to clear his brain which some days is drained by thoughts that are not necessarily stored.

The two walked in tandem around the lake, both silent, no one had intended to talk.

Sandy directed Stella to sit on the empty bench available.

"How's your job, Ste?" sandy broke the silence.

"Well, I have an offer to join Jakarta Fashion Week, but, I don't know I have no interest in accepting it," Stella turned to Sandy at a glance.

Sandy leaned her back cross-legged. "Why?"

"Too complicated, I don't feel like I've been able to get there yet."

"If we haven't tried, we won't know how capable we are."

Stella.

"Try first, who knows your work is more visible and enjoyed by many people, although not international, but participating will not make you lose" said Sandy.

"I know, but .." Stella shrugged her shoulders. "Let's go, let me think about it first" he continued.

Stella. "Isn't Aiden coming to Elementary School soon?" tanyanya.

Sandy nodded. "Yes." Yeah."

"You've been thinking about school for her?"

Sandy shakes. "Not yet."

"You should find a really good school for Aiden. The condition of the school, the teachers, the subject matter, any school activities, let Aiden get a good education," Stella smiled.

Sandy smiled as she looked at Stella, who cares so much about her son, and she was convinced that only Stella deserved to be a mother for Aiden.

"What if you're looking for him?"

Stella. "Me?" point it at yourself.

"Yes, you seem to understand more about it all."

Stella shakes. "Not me, but you."

Sandy raised her eyebrows.

"Yes, you guys, you and Fara," Stella repeated, seeing Sandy's confusion.

Sandy breathed. "It looks like Fara's not the right mom for Aiden."

Stella watched Sandy.

"As you know, Fara has no experience in taking care of children, I'm not sure she can take care of Aiden well" Sandy added.

'I think so too, ' Stella bathin.

"Different from you, Ste," said Sandy, leaving Stella stunned.

"Em, meaning?"

Sandy grabs Stella's hand, grasps it, which makes Stella even more surprised.

"Well, I feel like you're the only one who deserves to be Aiden's mother, you love Aiden so much."

Stella freezes.

"I was hoping you'd be a connecting mother to Aiden" said Sandy stroking Stella's fingers.

Stella bit her deep lips nervously. "What about Fara?" ask carefully.

"Maybe it takes time to tell Fara the truth, you know what kind of Fara is?"

Stella nodded.

"You must understand, feelings can't be forced. Similarly, my feelings for Fara cannot be forced" Sandy explained.

Stella was still silent, not knowing how to respond.

Sandy stared fixedly at Stella, right at her two clear beads, with the reflection of the light rays there. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Stella, would you be mine?"

Stella glared in surprise, her body frozen as if it was hard to move, her heartbeat getting crazier, making her tongue cackle. His body temperature turned cold, yet sweat instead appeared on his palms, a sign that he was really nervous.

No less different from Sandy, the man also seemed nervous waiting for the answer that Stella would give him, his body temperature was no less cold.

Immediately the shadow of Fara who was struggling spoiled on Sandy appeared, making Stella slowly take off her grip. "I need time, San," he said.

Sandy was silent, feeling lost as the fine fingers were pulled. Not long after his head nodded. "I understand, I'll wait for your answer."

***

The clock shows at five in the afternoon Intan time to go home, but he did not immediately go home, but waited carefully beside Rega's car.

Walking back and forth waiting for Rega's arrival, today he was determined to express his feelings, no matter the rejection that Rega gave later.

Rega walked towards his car and saw Intan pacing around like an iron. He's throttling. "Ehem."

Intan jumped in shock. "Gosh, Father. You want me to die young?" his mouth touched his chest. "I'm not married, sir, you're not my husband either." Intan immediately closed his own mouth when he realized his bad words.

Rega gasped, both ends of his eyebrows fused together.

Intan cleared his throat to neutralize his throat that felt dry. "Sir Rega, I, uh, I want to say important things to you, sir," he said nervously, twisting his fingers.

Rega leaned his body against the car, shortened his chest and folded one of his legs, waiting for what the woman before him would say.

"Actually, I like you, sir," Intan's nervous tweet.

Rega straightened her body, surprised by Intan's speech which to the point expressed feelings for her.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" Intan hesitantly looked up at Rega.

As usual, Rega just stared flatly at him. Intan was already hot coldly looking at that gaze, her hands squeezing her work coat.

Rega patted Intan's head then smiled. "Sorry, Intan, I can't."

Intan's face turned moody, he looked down lethargic. "Do you have a boyfriend?" tanyanya slow.

Rega shakes. "Not yet."

Intan's face turned bright, looking up at Rega. "Means I still have a chance to deketin the Father," he said sparkling.

Rega frowning.

"I go first, boyfriend-to-be, dahh," said Intan waving, leaving Rega with occasional singing, as if not concerned with the rejection that had just happened.

Rega shook her head to see Intan's persistence, even still able to smile when her love was rejected.

It was crazy, he thought.

***

The next two days, Intan continues to try to uncover her feelings for Rega and asks Rega to be her boyfriend. However, only rejection was accepted.

He did not want to give up, before the witness said legitimate, then he would not stop pursuing his love. That's the sentence that has always been the point of encouragement.

Intan's persistence did not go unnoticed by Rega, in fact she pityed the woman, like begging for love to her. But what will be said, his heart was only on Stella.

Speaking of Stella, she remembered Intan's persistence, as the woman alone Intan dared to express her feelings, even though she was rejected he remained tight. Why himself as a man even pessimistic, he should also be convinced and persistent like Intan.

With a strong determination she stepped towards Stella's boutique, she was not afraid of being rejected, the important thing was that she had already expressed the feelings she had been harboring all along.

"Rome?" Stella seemed surprised to see Rega's arrival in her shop that day.

"Ste, can we talk to you? it's important!" rega said without further ado.

Stella who was confused just nodded.

Rega takes Stella to a restaurant by booking a VVIP room. After the order came they started eating it.

"What do you want to say, Ga?" ask Stella who is done with the food.

Rega gulped down his drink. "I want to talk important, Ste."

Stella was silent, it seemed like there was something serious Rega would say to her, evident from the man's expression.

Rega stared fixedly at the woman before him. "Stella, maybe I'm not a romantic guy, who can make you blush when I'm with you, but, I'll try to make you smile all the time with me."

Rega breathed out slowly. "I don't know when these feelings arise, which is certain that every day these feelings are growing and developing."

Stella was silent, her heart was already dag dig dug hearing Rega's words, although she already knew what Rega would say next, but she felt uneasy.

"I don't mind your status as a widow, I can accept you for who you are."

Rega took a breath, took out a velvet box from inside his suit pocket, bent his knees on the floor, opened the box right in front of Stella.

"Will you marry me?"

Stella was stunned, even having to close her mouth because she was so shocked by what Rega was doing. Rega proposed? No, it's not what he imagined it to be. She thought Rega was just expressing her feelings, but it turned out to be worse than that.

Stella was speechless staring at the ring Rega thrust out and also looked at Rega with her seriousness. She had not answered Sandy's statement that night, and now, Rega was doing a more shocking act than Sandy.

However, for some reason he felt unhappy, not flowery, his heart was not marathon as when with Sandy, his hands were not cold, only his body stiffened in surprise, there were no butterflies flying in his stomach.

He did not have the heart to reject Rega, but, even if he accepted it, it was pity, because only getting the body is not his heart, and it will hurt Rega and also himself.

Stella looked at Rega softly. "Rega, I'm sorry, I can't" she said softly.

Rega rose from his position. "Why Ste? Is there another man in your heart?" inquiringly.

Stella fell silent, then her head nodded slowly.

Rega sighed, his hands clenched. "Is he Aiden's father?" guess it.

Stella stared at Rega.

"Javab, Ste?" hellak Rega held onto both of Stella's shoulders.

Stella nodded back.

Rega stood up, clenched his hands tightly, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. "I lost," he muttered with a wry smile.

"I'm sorry, Rega, for that" Stella regretted seeing the frustrated face of the man before her.

*

Rega drove Stella to her boutique, while in the car the two were just silent with their respective minds, until it did not feel already in front of the boutique. Both got out of the car.

"Stella," call Rega.

Stella turned. "Yes." Yeah."

"Can we still be friends?"

Stella smiled and nodded. "certain."

Rega smiled. "Can I hug you?"

Stella surprised.

"As a friend" Rega continued to see Stella's doubts.

Stella was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Rega embraces Stella's body, releasing the feelings she has been harboring, despite the rejection she receives, at least Stella still wants to be friends with him, she feels it is enough.

Rega further tightened his embrace, inhaling in a scent that he might not be able to enjoy anymore.

Stella hit Rega's back as her breathing began to tight as Rega too tightly hugged her.

"You're making me cramped, Rega," Stella protested after her hug came off. "You want to kill me?"

Rega smilingly rattled Stella's hair. "If you die, I'll catch up with you, Ste," the god. "I will accompany you in hell" he chuckled.

Stella glared, hitting Rega's burly arm. "You alone are in hell, don't take me with you" he protested.

Then the two laughed at their own silliness.

Without realizing it, someone from behind the car glass watched the activities of the two, his hands gripped the steering wheel firmly, until his knuckles turned white.

"I already know your answer, Stella," he said, smiling wryly, then turning away from the spot.

***

...Jeng jeng...

...11 January 2020...

...Saskavir...

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