MY SUNFLOWER

Vacation

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At exactly nine in the morning, Tristan, Stela and Arabella were neat and ready to go. One big bag tenteng was on the floor right next to Stela's feet. The bag contained the needs of himself and Ara during their vacation later.

Last night Jovanka reported that Tristan's shooting schedule for the day after tomorrow was pushed back by another week, so she had two days empty. Therefore, Tristan proposes to his two favorite girls to go to the beach and stay overnight there.

"We're leaving now?" tristan. The man carries Stela's large bag, while his own equipment is inside a backpack carried behind his back.

"Let's go Daddy..." Ara was the one who was most happy with the holiday this time. Especially when the boy knew if they were going to go to the beach and of course there they would play water, Ara was already very impatient for that. Their holiday this time is not far away, Tristan chose Ancol beach as his destination.

Along the way Ara was not stopping chattering, the girl revealed the vacation plans that she would do later. Starting from swimming, playing the waves, making sand castles, collecting shells, eating ice cream and much more.

Tristan and Stela smiled happily at Ara's cheer, the boy seemed to forget that his parents had left and would not return. Luckily, now he has a surrogate parent who is no less fond of him like his own son, Tristan and Stela.

"It's my first time going to Ancol beach." When Ara had fallen asleep in the back seat, Stela began to open her voice.

"really? I know your mommy's a native Indonesian, right?" ask Tristan. He occasionally glanced to the side where Stela was sitting and focused more on looking at the street in front of her.

The girl nodded. "Yes. Mommy is Indonesian. After marrying daddy, mommy lived in England. We were all born there and occasionally vacation in the country to visit mommy's family" he explained.

"Hm? During your visit, have you never been to the beach?"

Stela grimaced and turned to her lover. "I never came if my family went to Indonesia" he admitted.

"Did? Wh why? So this is your first time here?" tristan asked in shock.

"Yes. I used to be the laziest to travel far. Every time my family went to Indonesia, I would just stay at home" he replied.

Tristan nodded in understanding, then a single memory flashed through his mind. "So you're willing to fly away to Indonesia because you don't want to be betrothed by your daddy, right?"

Hearing Tristan's words, Stela turned her head quickly. "Where do you know, brother?"

"Your Daddy told us that, I mean me and yes... Rafandra," he explained a little reluctant when mentioning the name of the rival during his school.

Stela chuckles, she remembers that Tristan and Rafa always look like hostile people every time they meet. He wondered what was the cause.

"May I ask you something?" stela was doubtful. Afraid Tristan didn't like what he was going to ask.

"Sure, what do you want to ask?" Tristan smiled seeing Stela's face blushing as she called out dear.

"Hm... What's the matter between you and Rafa? You see, every time you meet you always give off an aura of hostility that is very concentrated."

Tristan's face instantly turned sour, Stela shrieked at him. Surely the question had offended Tristan until the man displayed his displeased look at the moment.

"Aren't Tristan?"

"You call him so friendly while I just you call with brother. What the fuck? Not at all fair. I'm your lover!"

Eh?

Stela was agitated, the bad thoughts about Tristan who would be angry had frightened her since, but what happened was even out of her mind. The man again sulked just because of a nickname. Childsih.

The blonde girl let out a weak sigh, needing extra patience to face a troublesome adult man if his labile nature relapses.

"Darling, will you answer my question?" ask Stela softly. He could see that the man was smiling with satisfaction.

"Hn, he and I were rivals in high school. I don't know why it seems to have continued until now" he replied.

"Why can you be rivals?"

"It's a long story and next time I'll tell ya." Tristan. It feels prestige if you have to tell how his body was in school first.

Stela nodded, though she was eager to hear the story.

"Now I have a question for you too." Now it was Tristan's turn to ask. He also has something that makes him curious.

"Why doesn't my dear want to be betrothed?"

Stela snorted at the words of my dear that Tristan said, so she wanted to tease the man. "If your dear is to be betrothed, then your dear will never meet with my dear this." He answered Tristan's question as his hands were raised pinching the man's cheek.

They laughed amusedly at the many words of affection that appeared.

"Do you know the man you're gonna be betrothed to?"

"Yes. I've known. I know him very well."

"What made you reject it?"

"You know, I feel like I'm a kid and not ready to get married. After all my two sisters are also unmarried, why don't they just get betrothed first."

"Hm. Yeah, too," he nodded. "And may the soul mate God has prepared for you be me" Tristan continued confidently.

"May God hear your prayers, Brother."

.......

Tristan's car arrived at an inn not far from Ancol beach. After parking his car in a special parking area, the man took Stela and Ara who happened to have woken up to enter the inn they had chosen.

"Come on!" take Tristan who is finished with the order business.

They entered the elevator and pressed a button to get to the floor where the room they booked was located.

Tristan swiped the key card on the door. A double room type room with deluxe size has been selected.

"Prepare, before going to the beach we will have lunch first at a restaurant near here" said Tristan.

"Heum." Stela and Ara nodded in spirit.

Two other girls passed into the bathroom to clean themselves and change clothes, while Tristan headed to the balcony to see the view. From the top of the beach, the sea is clearly visible. Very beautiful sparkling because of the scorching sunlight in broad daylight.

Drrr...

The phone in his pants pocket vibrated as a sign of a message coming in, Tristan saw who was sending. His face immediately turned sour knowing that the message was from Vania. The woman told him the address of a restaurant for dinner tomorrow.

"I don't give a damn" Tristan said, disabling his phone. Today they will have fun and he will not care about anything that can interfere with his pleasure.

Satisfied by the sea that lay ahead, Tristan re-entered the room. Stela and Ara came out of the bathroom.

"Sister?" Stela surprised her dreamy lover. "Why?" tanyanya.

"You're beautiful" I'm blatant Tristan.

"It's been a long time" Stela replied proudly.

Tristan snorted, he approached Stela and slowly scrambled her blond mane.

"Iss..." The annoyed stela instantly removed Tristan's hand from her head. He had combed his hair earlier and now became tangled again because of the man.

"I'll go to the bathroom first." Before that Tristan put his phone in the nightstand drawer next to the bed. Not to forget he also took a change of clothes from inside his backpack.

"Heum" said Stela as she straightened her hair.

In about ten minutes, Tristan came out of the bathroom. On the sofa room, Stela and Ara were applying sunscreen cream to their bodies so as not to be roasted by the sun in this hot weather.

"Take this on your body, brother." After she and Ara finished, Stela gave the bottle of cream to Tristan who was sitting on the bed.

"Gather it!" pinta the man is spoiled.

"Wear it yourself." Stela threw the bottle of cream over the bed and went back to Ara, not caring about the pouting face her lover showed.

... ....

Finished filling the stomach in one of the restaurants, the three of them immediately rushed towards the beach. Ara who was already excited once ran around when her eyes saw the clear blue sea view.

"Don't run, Ara!" pekik Stela's. He ran after Ara, afraid that the boy would suddenly throw himself into the sea so excited.

Tristan's steps stopped, he stood quite far from the shore. Seeing the many people who crowded the beach, he became suspicious to come with his two girls. Just look, now many people are passing by across him— gazing at him full of probing. Fortunately, he was wearing glasses and a mask to cover half of his face. If many people who recognize themselves as a famous model, will be troublesome, especially if you have to serve the request for photos from sexy women beach visitors, he is really lazy.

Tristan refocused on his two loved ones who are currently playing the waves by the beach. His lips curved to form a beautiful smile when he saw the happy smile that both of them showed.

Until a while later his eyes squinted to see Stela who was surrounded by several young teenagers who seemed to intend to tease her lover. Not waiting for a long time, he immediately moved forward although occasionally his eyes remained wary of glancing right left, afraid if anyone recognized him.

"Honey." Until there, Tristan immediately embraced the waist-friendly Stela. The warm kiss on her cheek made the girl almost scream if she didn't know who did it.

Stela looked at Tristan with a look for help, she was very uncomfortable surrounded by strangers like this.

"What's up, huh? Why are you surrounding my wife like this?" Tristan glared at the flirtatious teenagers in front of him.

Stela coughed hearing Tristan call her a wife.

"You all right, Honey?" Tristan asked in an anxious tone looking at Stela who was coughing. Actually he knew that it was only as a form of reaction Stela over his words, but he used that way to expel this group of teenagers from before them.

"Basic liar!" shouted one of the teenagers who used red beach pants without a top aka topless.

"What did you say?" Tristan returned his glare.

"You're lying, this beautiful girl can't be your wife. You're not wearing a wedding ring," another teenager taunted with eyes on Tristan and Stela's equally innocent fingers.

Stela looked at Tristan, wondering what answer the man would give her. Funny also turns out to see his own lover jealous blindly in teenage children.

Tristan smiled in anguish. "I'll tell you guys, little kids. The bond of marriage is something sacred. He's from here." Tristan pointed at his chest. "He cannot be symbolized by just a ring. So what's wrong if we don't use rings, most importantly our hearts are both tied to each other" he continued.

Stela was almost completely disoriented if she did not think about the reaction of the teenagers who currently looked confused.

"What are you talking about, Uncle? We don't understand" said one of them.

Tristan pat jidat, it is difficult to talk to innocent children who do not understand anything. "Mending now you guys just go. Hush..," she kicked.

"We won't leave before getting a photo with this beautiful Big Brother," they replied with mischievous squealing eyes at Stela.

"I won't let my wife take pictures with flirtatious teenagers like you. Already, go there!" expel again.

"Basic shameless Uncle, daring to acknowledge this beautiful sister as his wife," their laughter all broke.

Stela who saw Tristan was already overheated due to emotions, started to raise her voice. "Hm. that's right. He is my husband" he said. His hand reached into Tristan's hand and hugged him spoiled.

All the eyes of the teenager there were wide-eyed, not expecting if the man's words turned out to be true. However, it turns out that some of them still do not believe. "So don't lie, lie to sin. God can be angry," he said—masculinahi Stela.

Stela and Tristan looked at each other, trying to figure out what else they should do to get rid of the excess micin teenagers.

"Mommy... daddy.." suddenly Ara crunched in between the bodies of both of them.

Ah yes, Ara.

"Eh? What dear?" ask Stela.

"Mommy, see!" The little girl pointed at the dune shaped like the hill she had made. "Create a mountain" he said proudly.

"Wahh.. unfortunately mommy is great, yes." Stela followed Ara's steps which pulled her towards the sand dune.

"Daddy.. Come here!" call Ara. "Let's make a palace next to the mountain!" yelled the girl.

"Dear, just a minute!"

Before fulfilling Ara's call, Tristan glanced back at the cengo-looking teenagers.

The man smiled with satisfaction. "Look, right! Without the ring we could have a very beautiful daughter. So now don't bother my wife anymore. There!" Before hearing another rebuttal from the teenagers' mouths, Tristan first left them.

There he found Ara crying in Stela's arms. "Why?" tristan asked who was crouching in front of the two.

"The mountain of sand was destroyed by the waves," replied Stela.

The man took over Ara's body into her sling. The man tried to silence the little one who was still sobbing on his shoulders. "We go there yuk, there are a lot of shells. Let's get a clam, right?" persuade Tristan. Successfully, Ara's head lifted and the boy nodded.

"Let's go, baby, we're going there." Tristan grabbed Stela's hand and grabbed it. One hand held Ara and the other guided her lover to follow her steps towards the slightly deserted shoreline. Tristan felt anxious because not infrequently many eyes look at him curious, because only he who wears a mask there.

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