MY SUNFLOWER

Old Stories

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Stela and Intan sleep lying face to face.

"I am a distant cousin of Typhoon and Tristan, from childhood I have known them both. In the past, Tristan was a sweet boy, always clinging to Typhoon wherever his brother went ..." Intan started talking about her relationship with the two sisters.

Stela smiled, she could imagine how effective Tristan was to her older sister. He was so to his two brothers.

"Times passed, as Tristan was a teenager, he began to see the quarrels of his parents. Father who always did rough on mother and mother who every day cry because of the rudeness of the father. From then on, Tristan went from being a sweet child to being cold and rude. At school he often fights, not infrequently mother-in-law has to solve her problems at school. And when he gets home, Tristan always gets the wrath of the father, the mother who defends will be the target of the father-in-law's tantrums in the end."

Stela's eyes were already glazed when she heard the story from Intan. He did not expect Tristan to experience such a distressing event at a time when he should have received an abundance of affection and attention from both parents.

"In addition, Tristan also became a private person. He will only be silent every time asked by the Typhoon. His days were spent fighting, pondering and fighting with his father. I think at the time he had no friends at all" he continued.

Stela also experienced it, as well as Tristan, she also has no friends. School is always home schooling, association is limited, he only meets his peers when there is a celebration event, party or the like.

"I told you this because I saw Tristan close to you. Just now he was like a frustrated person for fear of you leaving him" Intan explained.

"But Brother Intan heard for himself right the reason he kept me here? I just made her a maid," said Stela sadly.

Intan chuckles. "I'm sure Tristan didn't mean it that way, he just found it hard to reveal the real reason for being too prestige, but trust me, he's comfortable with you until he's afraid of losing you" Intan explained.

Stela was silent, she thought. "Well, Tristan was like that? How could he be afraid of losing me? Was I prepared?"

Intan suddenly grabbed Stela's hand and grasped it. His eyes were seriously staring at the beautiful girl. "I beg you, don't leave Tristan, will you? All this time he was alone, I'm sure he would need a friend like you. Friends who not only accompany but can also be a backup to share their joys and sorrows together," asked Tristan's sister-in-law. "If you could be a friend for life. Amen," Intan continued in the heart. He loved Stela even when they first met. She believes Stela is a good girl and can accompany her sister-in-law, Tristan. For that, don't blame her for taking the first step like this. Hope that what he aspires to someday materialize. It remains how Tristan and Stela continue the steps he has made in order to be together.

Stela still looks to think about Intan's request. He looked again at the face of the mother of one child who still maintained the pleading face, could not bear to refuse, finally Stela nodded. He promised that he would not leave Tristan unless the man himself wanted him to leave.

.......

Intan was filled to see Stela who was asleep. The girl's eyes slightly swelled up from the long crying. Yes ... when she told a long story, Stela shed her tears in the parts that she thought were sad. Stela's heart is so smooth and soft. Intan likes this girl and she really hopes Stela can match her sister-in-law. They look good, one beautiful and one handsome. Especially when looking at the original lens of the blue eyes Stela, really.

"Is Stela not a native Indonesian, huh?" thought the woman.

.......

A couple got off the plane they were on from London to Jakarta. They deliberately do not use private jets because they do not want to boast. 

"I've contacted the Wijaya family driver to pick us up at the airport" the wife said.

"Yes, we'll be meeting with Ela soon."

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This morning Tristan smiled brightly as her two eyeballs caught a heart-pleasing sight in her apartment kitchen. Where Stela is arranging food at the dining table assisted Intan.

"He didn't leave?" tristan's joyful cheer in the heart.

Typhoon who saw the expression of his sister's sumringah could only smile amusedly.

"Where is Ara?" asked Typhoon when his eyes did not see the existence of the single princess.

"Still asleep" replied Intan. The woman took a plate and scooped the rice into it, then handed it to Typhoon. A wife should serve her husband.

"This, Brother." Stela did the same. He placed a plate filled with rice in front of Tristan who was sitting sweetly beside Typhoon.

"Wow .. we are like two pairs of married couples who are eating together, yes" Taufan chanted suddenly.

Intan who heard that nodded her head in agreement with the words of the husband. While Tristab and Stela could only bow down, hiding their timid faces. Actually Tristan really wanted to protest the words of the Typhoon, but not when the atmosphere was warm like this. He was afraid of ruining it with sharp, cold words that might just come out of his mouth.

"Pa—pa!" As they were enjoying breakfast, a small hoarse voice greeted. Ara was already standing next to the dining table while rubbing her still sleepy eyes.

"Eh, papa's son is up? Come, Son!" The typhoon rose, approached the princess and grabbed her in a sling.

"Papa," the little girl shrieked her head at the intersection of the father's neck.

"Ish .. spoiled once uncle's nephew!" Tristan pinched the calf filled with Ara who was being carried by Typhoon.

"Father, Uncle is evil!" kadu that sweet boy.

"Basic complainant!" tristan Ejek.

"Lad...." Ara started sulking.

"Have already–, now we wash your face first yes, after that breakfast." The hurricane took the princess to the bathroom in the kitchen.

"Yes, Taufan really loves Ara. From us still dating first, he was always expecting to have a daughter later after marriage. And in the moment of his desire to be fulfilled, he became so possessive and protective of his daughter" explained Intan. Stela nodded in understanding. He remembered his father who was very protective of him.

"Oh yeah, I forgot." Stela just remembered something.

"What's wrong?" ask Intan. The curious Tristan also waited for Stela's answer.

"Sir Risa has given birth ..." Stela looked at Tristan.

"really? What son?" ask the man enthusiastically. Intan who does not know the person being talked about can only listen.

"Male, his name is Savero," tell Stela.

"Hm, I didn't expect that Arya was a father now. He must be very happy" Tristan said.

"True, Mr. Arya looks very happy," Stela said quickly.

"Are they still in the hospital? I want to see him" asked Tristan.

"Today Risa's sister can go home. If you want to visit, maybe you can come directly to his house," replied Stela.

"You want to accompany me?"

"Sure, I also want to see Vero again. She's so cute and adorable. And yes .. I have the picture."

"May I see?"

Stela immediately pulled out her phone, looking for a photo of Savero that she had photographed yesterday.

"Hm? Similar to Risa, what continues to decline from Arya? Nothing at all ..." Tristan giggles when he sees a photo of his best friend's baby.

Tristan looked at the photo with a thin smile, but as his hand shifted his screen to the side, his smile suddenly faded, changing with a flat and cold face.

"This ..." Tristan put Stela's phone on the table a little hard. Stela and Intan who saw it became astonished.

"Why you?" ask Intan.

"Nothing, Brother .." he answered flatly.

Stela took her phone, she turned on her screen and immediately plastered the face of Rafa who was posing with Risa and the baby.

"Oh, so this is what pisses him off?" inner Stela. "There's actually a problem between them. I was curious, "he thought.

"He why?" tanya Intan without a sound on Stela.

Stela approached Intan and whispered something to him. "Oh..." Intan nodded in understanding.

"Hey, your food isn't over yet!" hurricane Cheers. As he returned to the dining table, Tristan instead left the dining table with a sour face.

"Why else is he?" ask Typhoon to the two women in front of him.

"Jealous" Intan replied.

"Oh, he could be jealous too." Typhoon chuckles.

"Uncle?" ask Ara.

"He's upset, baby, let it go." Typhoon sat back in his chair with Ara on his lap.

"Although, what is Papa?" asked Ara again, with her innocent look as usual.

"Oh my God, you're so scared." Typhoon tepuk jidat.

"Whose descendant did he poke like that, hm?" Intan Temptation.

"So, her mother might."

Stela gave a small smile at the interaction of the Typhoon family that was so warm. She misses her own family, Mommy, daddy, Cio and Ann.

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