My love is blocked by your throne

22. Feels Warm.

...Haii.....

...Because I passed the initial review, so up again....

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...kangen thumbs up too....

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"Son," Finally Lukman's hand slapped Damaresh's shoulder after being called twice by the man who was sleeping did not respond.

Now his pair of eyes blinked and then opened perfectly.

"Why are you sleeping here?" ask Lukman.

He who was about to go out to perform the morning prayers at the mosque was astonished to find his new son-in-law sleeping curled up on the living room sofa.

Damaresh sat down and rubbed his face with both hands and restored his hair with his fingers. Only with these two things did his pillow face disappear and return to early fashion, a charming handsome Damaresh.

Unfortunately the one standing in front of him now is Lukman, not his daughter.

Lukman just looked at it with a casual glance.

But if Aura were there, perhaps she would be amazed by the charm of the man in front of her.

"Why are you sleeping here?" Lukman repeated his question.

"Yes. I fell asleep here,"

Lukman sat next to the man.

"Did Aura not treat you well, son?"

Found Damaresh asleep in a chair whose length does not match the man's posture

to make him have to fall asleep curled up, making Lukman suspect that his daughter who had driven her husband out of the room.

Ask questions like that, though,

Damaresh looked at Lukman in surprise, not because of his question but because of the name Lukman pinned for him.

"Son?" Damaresh repeated the question.

"Yes, son, I'm sorry don't you like me calling you that?" Lukman looked at Damaresh with discomfort.

"No, it's okay," Damaresh shook his head quickly.

"At first you were my daughter's superior, but since you are now married, then I have considered you as my son as well as against Aura. So I'm calling you, son." Lukman explained the meaning of his call.

Damaresh was silent, his gaze straightened,

there was a lot of memory that was then twisted in his mind. But for Lukman the silence of Damaresh seemed to imply that he was not happy Lukman called like that to him.

"If you don't like it, I'll change it" Lukman said with a smile without offence.

His attitude friendliness had already returned after yesterday had disappeared.

"It's okay. If you like to call me that,

it doesn't have to be changed" said Damaresh, looking serious on his face.

"Alright," Lukman nodded.

"If you still want to go to bed, preferably in a room, I want to pray at dawn to the mosque,"

Seen Damaresh nodding, Lukman immediately continued his steps outside.

Lukman had hoped that his son-in-law would be willing to follow him to the mosque, but it seems that for now, that hope is still very far from real. Hopefully someday, Lukman's prayer in the heart.

While the man was still sitting in the position to think about what Lukman said.

The call "Son" was foreign to Damaresh's hearing, but at the same time warm. As he recalled, he was called "son" when he was a child by Lady Laura Dewi.yeah, only his grandmother called him that every time Aresh little sulked over what he did not like.

A call that he saw as an expression

the affection of my grandmother towards him. Long time ago

and for too long he never got such a call again, precisely after Laura Dewi died.

it felt strange in his hearing, yet it also felt warm in his soul. Until the man was still trapped for a long time, before finally deciding to go into the room

and continued to sleep.

***

Aura placed a glass of warm tea on the table in front of Lukman. The girl was about to pass, but Lukman held back his steps.

"Sit down, Aura! I want to talk,"

"Yes, Dad." Aura immediately sat down not far beside her father.

Lukman sipped his tea a mouthful before conveying what he needed to Aura. "Why was your husband sleeping outside last night, Aura?"

"Ti..sleep outside?" Aura looked surprised, even though she remembered that Damaresh was sleeping in the front room.

"Yes. I caught him sleeping on the living room couch."

"Ohh that, .... " Aura cut off his words just like that, because there is no way he would tell Lukman about the unusual household he is currently living with Damaresh.

"Son, really in my little heart, I believe that you can't do anything inappropriate with your boss. Although in reality there is such evidence and my mind cannot deny the bad things that have happened to you. But my heart believes that you will always take care of yourself, Aura."

"Dad," Aura immediately hit Lukman's body and hugged him tightly, his heart mixed in haru, between happy, relieved, sad and happy mixed into one. A moment later I heard his sobs. Lukman patted his shoulders softly.

"Thank you Dad, I'm just afraid you're disappointed in me" Aura said between sobs.

Lukman nodded, he unraveled Aura's embrace and rubbed her daughter's tears gently.

"Aura, I decided that you should marry Mr. Damaresh, is to keep your name and rid you of slander. I know it's not a man like him you want to be your priest,

like I want the same thing."

Lukman momentarily fell silent looking at his lowered daughter.

"But this has indeed become God's line for you, Aura. And marriage is still a marriage, regardless of the reason for what the marriage took place. When two people have pledged in a marriage then they are obliged to exercise the rights and obligations in the marriage bond as stipulated in the law of Sharia. You understand what Dad means?"

Aura actually understood even very well with her father's intentions but the girl felt heavy to immediately nod her head.

"Do I need to mention in detail what are your duties as a wife?" questions and innuendo pronounced Lukman for his daughter who still remained silent.

"No need, Dad. I understand everything," said Aura.

***

Seeing that the front room door was slightly open, Aura turned her head inside. Damaresh stood in front of the window facing out.

"Can I come in?"

Damaresh turned and nodded.

The aura came in carrying a glass of warm tea placed on a small table beside the bed.

There was only one bed and one small table in the room that was smaller than the other two rooms.

"Please drink sir, it's still warm!"

The aura flashed with a hand gesture.

"Forku?" Damaresh still asked. Aura nodded. The man immediately sat on the edge of the bed grabbing his tea glass and sipping it softly.

It was warm, that's how he felt.

"If you need anything, tell me! I'll prepare," came Aura's words that made Damaresh frown and turned to look at Aura closely. It seemed like the dissident Aura was no longer there now, the girl was being more gentle with him. Usually Aura will still ask a lot if it is ruled by Damaresh before obeying him. But now the girl offers herself to obey. I don't know what happened to this girl, Inner Damaresh.

This great master had forgotten apparently, that he had married Aura, so it was only natural that Aura was now being more gentle towards him. But above all his astonishment, the man's heart warmed with the attitude that Aura was currently showing him.

"We're back in Jakarta in an hour, Aura!"

It turned out that Damaresh issued a decree that was far from Aura's estimate. Aura had thought that Damaresh would ask for warm water to be prepared for a bath or breakfast.

"Can't it be delayed until tomorrow?" Aura asked expectantly because she still wanted to be with her father.

"If you still want to be here, I'll come back first."

break Damaresh. Aura was instantly silent.

There was no other choice for Aura but to obey. Not only in his capacity as a man who must obey the boss, but especially as a wife who obeys her husband. Although in quotation marks, only the secret wife.