MY SUNFLOWER

Princess Royal

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The plane from Sapporo to Jakarta is in the air at this time. Inside the iron bird, on one of the passenger seats, sat next to a pair of lovers who looked friendly. The woman sleeps comfortably on the man's shoulder, while the man rubs the woman's long mane. They are Tristan and Stela.

Tristan kissed Stela's forehead, the girl looking good in her sleep. Maybe the achievement, all night they did not sleep. Given the events last night, inevitably both corners of Tristan's lips are pulled upwards. The man smiled. Huh.it seems like she also needs to sleep for now. The flight will take a long time, with sleep hopefully time passes quickly.

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Arriving in Jakarta, Tristan immediately stopped a taxi. Their destination this time was the Gautama residence, to pick up Ara who had long been entrusted there.

A servant welcomed their arrival. The 40-year-old told her that Ara was playing with her grandfather in the back garden. Both of them quickly went there.

"Mommy... Daddy.....!" Ara who was playing a swing immediately went down and ran to welcome the arrival of a couple who had been considered like his own parents.

"Hey Baby, miss us?" Tristan lifts Ara's body into her sling.

The little girl immediately lowered her head around Tristan's neck. The feeling of weakness is there. "Alah lindu" he said.

Stela rubbed Ara's head. He felt guilty for long enough to leave the little girl. "I'm so sorry baby."

Hearing the mother's voice, Ara raised her head. His hand stretched out, asking Stela to carry him.

Ara's body moved into Stela's arms while Tristan approached her father, who was sitting on a park bench, watching them.

"I will bring Ara back," he said flatly as soon as he arrived before his father.

The old man could only nod his head, he did not want to argue with his youngest son. Tristan is the only child left and he does not want to be in constant hostility with his son.

"Then we'll say goodbye."

"Tristana..."

Not yet had time to step, the voice of Mr. Teguh stopped the movement of Tristan.

Inevitably, the sole heir of the Gautama family turned around. He did not say a word, but his gaze implied that he was waiting for the middle-aged man to speak.

"Lunch first here, father will ask the waiter to prepare food," Teguh asked expectantly.

Tristan stared silently at Teguh. The expression the father showed now made pity seep in his heart. It doesn't feel like if you have to refuse, anyway.it's just lunch. It's not at all hard to do.

"Hm." Finally Tristan agreed.

A faint smile appeared on the face of the old Teguh. He is happy because finally Tristan will accept his invitation after a long time, and hope that their relationship can be even better in the future.

.......

Four people were already at the dining table, enjoying their lunch.

Tristan and Teguh ate quietly, while Stela had to be made to bother by Ara's will. The boy asked to be bribed, did not want to eat vegetables, want sausages that are like a teacher and much more. A few days left makes Ara a little spoiled.

"Your lover?" Teguh who had noticed Stela became curious. What does his son have to do with the blond girl.

"Hm." Tristan just nodded. His mouth was busy chewing food.

Steady not asking anymore. He was worried that Tristan would not like it if he kept asking such personal questions. Moreover, his son's face still looks flat and cold.

"Sister.." call Stela.

The man called immediately looked over. "Yes, Hon?" the answer.

"Your food's up, will you add on?" tawar Stela's.

"No. I'm already full. You eat, let Ara take care of me" he said.

Stela nodded and smiled. He began eating food on his plate that had not been touched at all.

Pay attention to all that. Tristan looks very attentive to his lover, but why he who as his father can not get it. It made him sad, disappointed and sorry, mixed into one. He regretted his past which made his son hate him so much. Huh.the old man let out a long sigh. He looked at Stela who was eating with his elegance. He wondered the name of his son's lover.

"What's your name?"

Deg

Stela flinched, she turned her head and looked at Teguh who was sitting right in front of her. The exact sharp highlight of Tristan was making Stela a little scared. Then he turned his head to the side, facing Tristan. Her lover nodded his mark allowing Stela to answer the father's question.

Stela straightened her body, the spoon and fork she placed soundlessly on her plate. His eyes looked back at Teguh. "Auristela Wijaya, Uncle," he said then accompanied by a head that slightly lowered respect. Stela used her mother's surname because she is currently in Indonesia.

"Generic?" ask to make sure.

Stela nodded, assuring.

"I know someone named Ari Wijaya. He's one of my business partners. Did you have any family ties to her?" Steady back to asking.

Stela nodded. Slowly his fear in the man began to melt away. "Yes uncle, he's my mother's younger brother."

"Ambar Wijaya?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"I heard she was married to an English nobleman, is that true?"

"Yes, Uncle. My father's name is Anthony Knights."

"Yes, Uncle." Stela sighed softly. This turns out to be interrogated by the parents of the lover, a little tense.

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"Lord son? Your father's a noble?" tristan asked as they were in a taxi on the way back to the apartment.

"D-yes."

"Why never tell me?" An annoyed tone was heard in the voice of the 25-year-old man.

"You never ask. What kind of lover you are who has no idea about your own background."

Tristan glaring. He was annoyed, why even Stela was angry. Basic female.

"I'm sorry." In the end, Tristan could only give up. He realized, it was also his fault that did not find out the origin of his lover, which he knew was only Stela born from a mixture of two countries. Not at all thought if his lover was a noble, he thought only a family that was too rich.

"Would it be that when I'm going to marry Stela, I'll be selected so strictly?" thought. At one time, a commoner seemed like it would be difficult to enter into a noble family. "Well, I'll think about it." Tristan twitched his suddenly dizzy head.

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At night, Tristan's little family was sitting chatting in the living room. Ara sat on her back on Stela's thigh, the little girl watching the cartoon show on television.

Shortly after, the bell rang. Tristan got up to open the door. He could guess who was coming.

"Hi. hi..." It's Jovanka. The woman immediately entered.

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"Huuuuhh......." Jovanka breathed a sigh of relief as half the cold water soaked her throat. "How was the holiday?" ask the short woman.

Tristan and Stela's faces flushed red upon getting such a question. Asked about the holidays, all they remember is the events of last night. That makes them misbehave.

"Hm..have fun." Stela answered, a little nervous.

Jovanka is suspicious. He noticed the strange gurgle of both. Fun to pay attention and investigate what is going on, accidentally his eye lens found a beautiful ring on Stela's ring finger. Quickly switching, he then saw Tristan's finger. There is also a ring there.

"Did I miss a happy news story?" ask Gara's fiancee it's tempting.

Tristan and Stela looked at each other, confused. "meaning?" The only man there who asked.

Jovanka patted jidat. "You got engaged? And didn't tell me?"

"Wedding, who?" The couple looked confused again.

The corner of Jovanka's lips twitched. The couple in front of him is stupid or insensitive. "You guys," he's upset.

"Look! You're wearing a couple's ring" he continued.

"Ah, this?" Stela raised her left hand. Show her ring to Jovanka. "It's not an engagement ring, it's just a sign that I already have one" Stela replied. So plain.

Jovanka looked at Tristan. A faint smile was present on the face of Gara's fiancee. "Basic doesn't have the guts" he sneered.

Tristan who knew if the taunts were pointing at her, immediately raised a sharp glare of her mainstay.

"If you dare, go to Stela's parents. Lamar him, ask his parents directly. Instead of giving a ring and claiming that Stela is yours like this. Remember yes, Stela still belongs to her parents before you officially tie her in the wedding rope" Jovanka said. He did not feel intimidated at all by Tristan's gaze. It's mundane.

Hearing Jovanka's words, Tristan was embarrassed. His best friend's words are true, but this is not the right time for it.

Stela who had heard earlier, started to raise her voice. "I'm young, my path is long. So Mr. Tristan said he would propose to me at the right time" he said wisely.

Jovanka was silent, she just remembered that Stela was 17 years old. It's too soon to get married. But can you get engaged first? Haaahh. It's not time to discuss that. There is still something important to say.

Jovanka grabbed something from her tote bag. An invitation that is elegant and luxurious. He offered the invitation to the couple in front of him.

"You're getting married?" ask Jovanka.

"It's not me. My marriage to Gara is in a month. This is my sister-in-law's wedding invitation, Karina," she told me.

"Karina and Rafandra?" Stela took the invitation and read the name on it. True, the two names mentioned are printed clearly on the invitation.

Tristan glared as Stela's mouth called out Rafa's name.

"Why?" challenge Stela who realizes that Tristan is looking at her. He knew the man must have been upset that he had mentioned Rafa by name. "Not to overdo it, he also wants to get married. We're not both here either, there's Brother Jo and Ara, so it doesn't matter if I say his name. Hehe." Stela chuckled at Tristan's sour expression. Jovanka who does not understand can only be silent, lazy to ask.

Tristan got up from his seat, he went into the room. Stela looked at her lover's departure in wonder, was the man angry?

Shortly thereafter, Tristan reappeared. There's a paparbag in his roof. "It's a little gift from us," he said while moving the paperbag in front of Jovanka.

"Woah, thank you so much." Jovanka received her prize with sumringah.

After chatting for a moment, the manager and friend of Tristan was also ready to go home.

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