Mother to Young Master

S2-21

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Finally

Arga completely ignored Wulan's presence. He was asleep in his room, but he accidentally did not lock the door. Long Wulan fell silent, so she felt saturated. Wulan chose to tour the apartment owned by Arga.

"It turns out he can be neat, as a single guy this house is neater than my room. Hihiy..." Wulan chuckled remembering herself while being lazy.

Tired of going around, Wulan glanced at the dining box she had just brought. "It must be cold, it might be better if it's warmed up." He struggled in the kitchen, kitchen equipment neatly arranged in his place.

"What are you doing here?" arga said, she had just woken up, and was feeling thirsty. But he finds Wulan messing with his kitchen.

"Sorry sir, I just, I just..." Wulan stuttered, covering her own mouth.

Duh why my mouth so kesleo this way anyway, want to talk really hard.

"What only? you messed up my kitchen?" said Arga cynically, he went to the refrigerator and poured the water in the glass. But he had not had time to drink it, Wulan had already taken it by force. About the Wulan shirt.

"Master is sick, should drink warm water, not cold water." Wulan threw water into the sink. Do not forget to turn off the stove because the food is hot enough.

"Huh, don't be so smart about it." Arga turned to his room.

"I do care about you." cried Wulan, making Arga stop his steps.

Arga was still in his place, waiting for what Wulan would say. "I'm sorry Sir, I don't intend to upset you." Wulan's eyes glazed over, she approached Arga who had not moved from where she was standing.

"For?" Arga scrunched his forehead. He pulled the chair in the room.

"I was wrong, I forced all of Mr. Abhimanyu's family to surprise you. I think that way, you'll get closer to them. And also as my thanks. Because you've helped me and my family a lot." The circle of tears escaped just like that, without being able to hold Wulan.

"Hmmm, continues?" Arga holds his chin with one hand.

"I'm willing to leave here, as long as you don't ignore them anymore. I don't want it to be my fault to keep you and Syahreza's family away." Wulan covered her face, she was embarrassed for crying in front of Arga. This was not the first time Arga had seen Wulan cry.

"Is that all right?" answer Arga without sin.

"Emm, there's more, but that's enough." Wulan passed by Arga, she grabbed the small bag she had placed on the table.

Arga blocks Wulan's wrist. "Oh yeah, that's a chicken opor from Mrs Amel, she's worried about you. And told me to take him." Wulan brushed off Arga's hand.

But Arga didn't just let Wulan go."Sit down!"

Wulan said she was sitting next to Arga on one seat. "I'm not gonna eat you, why are you so scared?" Arga pulled the corner of her lips up, Wulan realized.

Is he really not angry with me anymore? your smile makes me melt.

"Based on the whiny, I am indeed angry at you, I also deliberately want to calm down. That's all my wish, nothing to do with you." Arga shifted beside Wulan, making Wulan nervous.

"Of course there is, if not why that night just peegi." Wulan closed her own mouth. Two cursed her who answered Arga's words.

Well why this mouth can not be bragged, just listen, do not argue.

Arga let out a long sigh, and exhaled slowly. "Sorry about that." Arga lowered his face, as if there was a heavy burden that he had been carrying all this time.

"I should not have forced them, but Lady Amel warned. But Mr. Henry also Adel supports my wishes." Wulan felt guilty for being stubborn.

"You know why I hate my birthday?" Arga looked at Wulan with a hard to interpret gaze.

Wulan only shook her head, because no one had told her the real reason. They just said Arga doesn't like celebrations.

"I used to celebrate my birthday with the Syahreza family, although I refused before, because it was on that day as well..." Arga did not continue his sentence, his voice stuck in the throat.

Wulan realizes that Arga may be in pain if she recalls her dark past. "I'm not asking you to explain anything if you can't do it anymore. Don't force it." Wulan rubbed Arga's hand on the table. He began to relax with their conversation.

He went to the kitchen, and got some warm water for Arga. "Drink!" Wulan offered her a glass of warm water.

Arga drank it slowly, it made him feel better now. "You need to know, and maybe only you, other than the Syahreza family will know about this."

"That day turned out to be my last birthday. Dad went to the hospital, and tomorrow he was pronounced dead because of the illness he suffered. That's why I don't want any more celebrations on my birthday." Arga was sad, his eyes reddened trying to hold a puddle in the corner of his eyes.

Wulan clasped Arga's hand tightly. Trying to channel power to him through his hands. "Cry! if it can make you more relieved." Wulan ventured to hug Arga from the side. He stroked Arga's shoulder with one of his hands.

Although his chest felt tight, but no tears came out. "I'm fine, it's all over." Arga distanced his body, feeling awkward with Wulan's bold attitude.

"Dad was the only family I had, leaving me alone. I punished myself, but Mr. Abhimanyu and his family never tired of convincing me that I was no longer alone. They're really spoiling me, like their own real children."

"Nobody is distinguished, but I also cannot be greedy. But I still don't want to celebrate my birthday, for me it will remind me even more of my departure." Arga was trying to get his heart in order, Henry was right, the more we remember him, the more pain he would feel.

"Sorry you should..."

Ara put her index finger on Wulan's lips. "Easy! At first I thought that you could understand my situation, but it turns out you're the same as them."

Deggs

Wulan thought Arga would really forgive her, by telling her. But it turns out Arga still can not forgive his mistakes. Wulan was speechless, only her tears represented disappointment to herself.

"You're right, I can't be forever immersed in this grief. I know you just want to help me out of my grief. But at that time, I couldn't think about it until there. For two days I tried to reflect, trying to understand the situation. That your intentions are only to help me."

"I'm wrong, for ignoring you. I don't understand you guys. I should have thanked him, not run." Arga could no longer hold tightness in his chest. One clear circle just escaped from the corner of his eye. But Arga immediately dismissed it.

Long Arga was silent, as well as Wulan who did not dare to ask him anything. He had misunderstood her, it turned out that he only wanted to reflect on all her attitudes yesterday.

"Emm, you must be hungry, I'll prepare food for you." Wulan rushed into the kitchen, taking food that was already warm almost cold because it was left too long.

Arga also felt hungry this almost afternoon and he only ate this morning a few mouthfuls. "Aren't you eating?" Wulan only brought one plate for her.

"I'm still full." she said, even though the aroma of food made by Mrs Amel really stirred her taste.

"Eat! I don't want you to faint here, troublesome." Arga began to bribe the food that Wulan brought. Likewise, Wulan who also enjoyed the delicious chicken opor ala Madam Amel.

"There are not many memories between me and my mother, when it was too small to remember. But my father always told me how Mom was. And every time I eat a chicken opor made by Mom, I mean Miss Amel, I always imagine that Mom cooked it for me. Since then, Mrs Amel has been trying to cook it for me more often. Moreover, he has a restaurant business." Arga put down his spoon, all the food moved to his stomach, leaving only the chicken bones.

"Emm." Wulan simply nodded, as her mouth was still full of food. He who was originally timid, was now so greedy.

"Hehe.. his ashes are so good." Wulan downed half a glass of water, after finishing her meal.

"Just what I said, this chicken opor is addictive" Arga said proudly.

Thank goodness you can smile again.

"Yes, tomorrow I'll have to teach Mrs Amel the recipe." Wulan cleaned up the rest of their meal and brought it to the kitchen.

"Biarka there, someone will clean up" said Arga, leaning on a mini bar in the kitchen.

Wulan frowned. "Had the house tidy, it turns out someone cleaned it." murmured Wulan very slowly.

Arga headed to his room, he again felt dizzy, even though he only sat for a while. "Master wait." Wulan's shout made Arga remove the doorknob from his grasp.

"Actually, actually that night there was something I wanted to say." Wulan me****s his own hand, he was confused how to say it.

"Yes say it." said Arga lightly, he sat on the couch in front of the television. He leaned his head that felt a little bit spinning.

"Is Sir sick? where's the sick one?" Wulan approached Arga.

"Heih, he said there's something you want to say, quick." Arga with a commanding tone.

"No, it doesn't matter, later. Now I'll help you to the room." Wulan looked at Arga, she was a little troubled because of her petite body. Fortunately he did not need to go up and down the stairs, if so maybe he had fainted made.

Arga just complied, his head was getting throbbing. He just wants to break down for a minute. "Where's your medicine?" asked Wulan after helping Arga lie down. As a doctor, he was used to dealing with sick people like this, despite his expertise as a child specialist. But general knowledge is also mastered.

Arga pointed at the nightstand drawer with one hand. Next to her own cleaning. "You should take plenty of rest, as well as eat nutritious food. Anemia, makes people easily tired and quickly drowsy" said Wulan at length.

Lately he has been sleep-deprived and often misses his meal. Moreover, he had to make sure everything went according to plan when Henry was not around.

"Sleep, this medicine makes you sleepy." Wulan was about to return to the kitchen with an empty glass. Arga.

"My company is for a while" said Arga memelas, however Arga is also sick because of him. Wulan can't let it.

"But later if there are people who are not good, two people in the room together" said Wulan.

"There will be no one else here" Arga closed his eyes. But did not release his hand link with Wulan.

"You're handsome as well if you're silent like this." praised Wulan who was endlessly staring at Arga's shady face while asleep.

"If you hadn't run away, we could have celebrated that day together. I also want to answer your statement at that time. But I'm afraid you're just kidding. If you're serious, and really say you want to make me a wife, I'll do it. But unfortunately I was too hopeful."

Arga can still hear Wulan. But his eyes were heavier to open. He chose to continue his dream. Walaulun this morning when Wulan came he was already asleep, but the effect of the medicine made him reluctant to open his eyes.

Wulan enveloped Arga after hearing a subtle snoring from her. He closed the door slowly, so as not to wake Arga up.

"Mamaaa.." El's scream shocked Wulan.

"I must be hallucinating." Wulan shook her own head.

"Mamaa... El dicini's..."

"Is this not a dream?"

"Heh, you've persuaded Arga, so you don't recognize us?" Adel who tousled his waist in front of him, followed by El beside him.

"So I didn't dream? How did you get in?" wulan asked in a daze, she seemed to have regained consciousness from fainting.

"You forgot who I am?" Henry grinned, straddling himself against the wall.

I'm rich lizard aja Daddy nempel walled it.

Adel patted his own forehead, looking at the behavior of the husband. "Where's Arga?" ask Adel later.

"He's sleeping, he's taking his medicine."

"Geez, so you're not together?" Adel closed his mouth in disbelief. Because of what he saw, Wulan came out of Arga's room with a sneak.

"Heh, you've caught a nasty virus" replied Wulan annoyed.

"Mommy, what is piyus?" ask El plain.

"Dad, you answer." said Adel annoyed, he was always bullied by these two people.

"Haha... The virus is a kind of food, dear."

"Ooo... El wants to." he said expectantly.

"Dad, you have to teach him good things."

"Who my dear mother." Henry blinked his eyes flirtatiously.

"Basic flirtatious." Adel grumbling.

"Aren't you looking for Del?" tanya Wulan sat next to Adel.

"Son, Mom said we should take Arga home. Maybe later if he's better, we can stay there." explained Adel. They must persuade Arga at all costs, because with the Wulan diharaokan Arga attitude will soften.

"But he just slept."

"Wait to get up, if we don't drag him. Haha..." Henry laughed wickedly.

"That's so evil." Wulan grunting.

"Ciye is designed, which means it's better." Adel poked Wulan's chin, making her face flushed with embarrassment.

"What the hell." Wulan brushed off Adel's hand.

"Haha..." El laughed, though he did not understand what they were laughing at.

"This is a boy." Wulan also laughed.

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