My love is blocked by your throne

123. The Primary Responsibility.

Claudya who was pushing the wheelchair stopped her steps when her gaze found a hijab not far in front of her. Claudya immediately bent her body to align the position of Airlangga who sat down and said quietly. “The table is—“

Airlangga raised his hand before Claudya finished his notice, hinting that his wife would not continue.

“I know, he's his wife Aresh, he's my son-in-law,” Airlangga said and immediately looked at the face of ayu whose appearance was so soothing to those eyes with a gentle gaze for a while.

Airlangga can easily guess who the hijab woman in front of him is as the wife of his child even though he has never seen before, not in the form of pictures or photos, because the tenderness and hospitality that emanated from the woman was in accordance with what Aresh briefly described and was in harmony with the form of struggle carried out by his son to defend his wife.

Airlangga then ended his gaze that scanned carefully the face of the ayu in front of him with a smile. A gentle smile and radiated a sense of love that Aura could feel, until the beautiful woman also replied to something similar. “You don't want to hug your father-in-law, son?”

“Dad.” Aura immediately burst into her arms hugging the sturdy body that was sitting in a wheelchair and had a face that was almost the same as her husband with all the haru and happy feelings that were bursting into her chest.

Today feels very special for Aura with the sudden arrival of her father and mother-in-law, even though they are known to be in New Zealand now. Apparently, the two secretly returned to Indonesia to surprise their son and daughter-in-law.

Airlangga looked around the room and did not get what he was looking for. “where is Aresh?” he asked Aura.

“She slept again, Dad. I deliberately did not wake up even though it was noon, because it is Sunday,” said Aura with her language that is always friendly.

“while I will call.” Aura immediately rushed up to the top floor excitedly and headed inside her room to find the husband who was coiled under the blanket.

“Aresh wake up, it's noon.” The aura shook the body slowly as slow as his speech which almost resembled a whisper in Damaresh's ear.

“Hmmm” is just a hum listened to by Damaresh.

“Wake up.there's something for you.” Aura persuaded once more by bringing her face closer.

Seen Damaresh began to open his eyes slowly. “still dark, Arra,” he said softly with a hoarse voice.

Aura lowered her kiss on her husband's pair of eyes right and left in turn.

“wahh turned out to be really noon,” exclaimed Damaresh while smacking a smile, which indicates that his pair of eyes had gotten his vision perfectly after getting a kiss from his wife. The man immediately shuffled and then came down from the top of the bed. “fifteen minutes to finish, yes,” he said and immediately brought his body out of the room.

“Aresh wait!” call Aura restrained, but Damaresh's body has vanished behind the door. Aura shook her head and rushed downstairs to meet Claudya and Airlangga again, she felt sure that her husband must have met them even without washing his face first.

Never mind, ignore it, Damaresh wants a pillow face even scuffed, his face is still handsome no death. Aura so smiled to herself realizing that and rushed down to the lower floor.

Apparently there he did not find Damaresh with Daddy and his mommy. Claudya and Airlangga seemed to talk alone with a drink on the table that had been given by his Art just now.

Aura rushed to look for the whereabouts of Damaresh who had exited the room just now.

“What are you doing here, Aresh?” after searching here and there, Aura found her husband in a place she never thought he would be there.

Pantry. Wrestling with a frying device, with two Artists standing aside letting the big boss into action.

“wait there, Arra. Soon finished,” orders Damaresh, he did not answer asked Aura correctly.

“Aresh, there-“

“Sit just Arra!” daamesh's word once again at a time when Aura's speech had not reached the point of the sentence.

Aware, if you can not argue with her husband, plus her curiosity about what is being done by her handsome man, Aura according to, she immediately sat waiting as desired by Damaresh to him.

And in a matter of minutes, Damaresh had approached him with a special plate of fried rice in hand that he placed on the table in front of Aura. “for me?” asked Aura with a stupefied look.

“For my wife,” says Damaresh.

Aura instantly developed the most perfect smile. “you who cooked by yourself?”

“You can ask them!” Aresh beckoned to two of his Artists, who both nodded their heads, hinting that it was Damaresh who cooked it.

“you can cook?”

“Slight.”

“Ah I just tau.” An unrelenting aura spread her happy smile at the small surprise that her sum gave. “but this in what order?” The aura is not a birthday or any other moment.

“maaf,” said Damaresh briefly.

“Sorry? This is an apology? Are you cheating behind my back?” Aura looked at her husband with a scurvy look.

“Could it be, do you think?” Damaresh asked back.

Damaresh menoel his wife's cheeks with fingertips while reciting a passage with a brief. “hatta yalija al jamaalu fi stammi al khiyath."

Aura so staring amazed. “you know that verse?” ask him with a jump.

“soever there are camels that enter the hole of the needle.” Instead of answering Aura's question, Damaresh actually interpreted the verse he had read with that brief. “I still will not cheat from you,” he continued with certainty.

Aura immediately grabbed her husband's hand and kissed him many times as a form of her sense of worth that could not be represented with words.

“then this is for what?” Aura continued asking.

“It turns out you've forgotten.” Damaresh was caressing his non-itchy nape with his five fingers. Making Aura immediately laugh at his gaze to remember what might be forgotten.

“because of my phone last night?” he asked in an uncertain tone. But unexpectedly, Damaresh actually nodded in agreement.

Aura is speechless.

Last night after Isya Aura called Damaresh who had not returned from the office, but usually on Saturday, two o'clock in the afternoon the man had arrived. Aura actually did not bother because she knew how her husband's busy working mode, but because it was past the time isya’ the woman also called to make sure.

It turned out that Damaresh had just finished his business and was eating with some of his colleagues.

“What's the menu?” ask Aura.

“Nation fried special.”

“Why choose fried rice menu?”

“just want.”

“Hmm I also want,” said Aura who immediately imagined the fried rice menu that was being eaten by her husband.

“Later ya.”

“Will you bring it for me?” asked Aura with a jumped tone.

“Iya. I'll go ahead, baby. Don't sleep too late.” And without waiting for an answer from Aura, Damaresh hung up her phone.

And it turns out, his affairs can not be resolved quickly, making Damaresh just arrived at his house at 22, and his wife was already sound in her sleep. Because of the fatigue that surrounds his body, Damaresh joined Aura to jump into the dreamland.

“Thank you yes, my husband,” Aura said sincerely.

“But there is—“

“Eat first, baby,” said Damaresh quickly disconnect Aura. “Or want me a bribe?”

“Mau, of course. But there is Mommy and Daddy who are waiting for us,” said Aura.

“I know.”

“So you know they're coming?”

Damaresh.

“But why you-?”

“Now, you are my first responsibility, before I fulfill my obligation to you first, I cannot do my duty to anyone, even if it is my parents.”

Aura instantly bowed with a pair of teary eyes.

“why?” ask Damaresh.

“I want to cry,” sahut Aura.

“From crying, you just hug your husband, sayangg.”

Aura immediately rose from her seat towards Aresh who had welcomed her by stretching out both hands. Be both hugging each other regardless of their two Art people who so look at each other with the feeling of the nelangsa.

Hail Senen Day..Everything was..

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