MY SUNFLOWER

5 Years Passed

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Tristan stared at the advanced screen lit up in his hand. A new smartphone that now features hundreds of photos of a girl he loves.

"El...." He sighed in confusion. The longing that has been piled up for approximately five years is already unbearable.

Tristan longs to stare at her pretty face, touch her blushing cheeks, embrace her slender body and kiss her pink lips. He really missed Stela to be by his side.

During this time, access to communication with Stela is very minimal and also limited. Apparently, her lover was so busy with her education abroad there.

In order to overcome the yearning that every day increasingly mountainous, Tristan chose to occupy himself in the business world. Since separating from Stela, she has ceased to be a model. He prefers to focus on developing his business in the culinary field, until now the branch of cafes and restaurants is increasing.

And yes, to his nephew's troubles, Arabella. The beloved little girl was indeed sad since separating from Stela, but gradually, after trying hard to give understanding, finally the only daughter of Typhoon was able to accept it. Ara is now eight years old and has been in elementary school. He still lives with Tirstan. That man has been babysitting her all along. Acting as a father and mother is very much needed by children the age of Ara. Tristan taught her to learn, cook food and make nutritious meals every day, drop off and pick her up at school and even accompany Ara to ballet and violin classes every weekend. Mercifully... With the business she was in now, Tristan had plenty of free time for her nephew.

Although everything went well, but still, both of them missed the presence of the figure of Stela. Their lives wouldn't feel complete if there wasn't a Stela. 

"Daddy, let's go!"

Tristan who was engrossed in looking at the photo of Stela was shocked when Ara's voice sounded from her front. He turned his head and found his beautiful daughter neat with casual clothes, a bag on her back and a violin on her tote. This afternoon was his nephew's schedule for a violin course.

"Daddy why?" ara asked in astonishment as Tristan just silently looked at her.

"It's okay, honey. Let's go, you'll be late." Tristan immediately stood up from his seat, kept the phone in his pocket and stepped quickly towards the parked car right in front of the gate of their house. Yep... Tristan and Ara don't live in an apartment anymore. The man bought a luxury residence that is still located in the city area of Jakarta for them to live in. It is impossible that they will stay in the apartment forever.

Ara followed Tristan from behind. Previously, he had been silent for a while when his eyes accidentally saw a photo of his mommy on the screen of his cellphone. He knows very well how his daddy feels since the mother left him, because he also feels the same way.

"Mom's... Ara and daddy miss mommy. When's mommy coming home?" look at that kid.

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In the afternoon, Tristan drove Ara to her grandfather's house, the little girl missed her grandfather, he said. After driving Ara, Tristan did not go home immediately, he chose to stop at one of his cafes to rest. If he comes home, he will be alone, and it can make his mind chaotic because he keeps thinking about Stela.

Arriving at the cafe, Tristan immediately entered the room that was devoted to him if he came. There he opened a laptop and checked several reports about the business he was running.

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This morning Tristan woke up to the noise made by his cell phone. He got up from sleep and stretched his body slightly.

"Who's calling this early in the morning?" The clock on the new wall shows at eight past fifteen minutes.

Tristan grabbed the phone lying on the nightstand. He could see many missed calls from one name.

The gara?

Intrigued, he tried to contact behind his best friend's husband.

The call was answered quickly.

"............................"

"What's wrong?"

"..........................."

"Hn, really? Alright... I'll be there soon."

.......

Cclek

Tristan opened the door of the VVIP in the largest hospital in Jakarta.

"Welcome, Uncle.." welcome the friend. Who else if not Jovanka.

Tristan walked over to the gurney Jovanka occupied. The woman was holding the red baby she had just born a few hours ago.

"Is he a boy?" tristan asked as soon as he saw the adorable red baby on his best friend's lap.

"Yes," nods Jovanka happily. The woman's face still looked weak, but a happy hue could cover all that.

"Congratulations, finally the delivery also has a son." Tristan turns to Gara and greets the man.

"Thank you."

Jovanka and Gara have been married for almost five years, before they were awarded two beautiful daughters, Gwen and Jovita. Now the hope of the couple is again fulfilled by the presence of boys as a complement to their family's happiness.

Envied? Sure oes. Tristan wants to feel the same way. Have an adorable wife and kids. Huhhhhh... When will all that happen.

"Tristan?" call Jovanka.

"Hm?"

"How's Stela doing?" ask the mother of three children.

Tristan's face immediately turned cloudy. Gara stared intently at the wife who felt had ruined the atmosphere. Jovanka grimacing. He had no ill intent in asking that question. He was only curious because he had not heard from Stela for a long time.

Tristan himself could only be silent, he did not know what to answer. The last time they communicated with Stela was about two weeks ago and back then they had only exchanged a short amount of news. Now, how's the girl doing, she doesn't know.

"Tristan.. it seems like Jovano wants to be carried by you." Gara. Trying to melt the atmosphere that had frozen.

"Hehe... Yes Uncle. Vano wants to be carried Uncle," added Jovanka while thrusting the baby in front of Tristan.

The man greeted her with joy. For some reason, he really likes children especially those who are still babies like Vano. The smell of the baby is very soothing to him.

.......

This afternoon Tristan had an appointment with one of his business partners at the TS restaurant, his largest restaurant located in downtown Jakarta.

Finished with the meeting, the man intends to go home because there is no more thing that must be done. However, before returning home, he had to pick up Ara at the father's house first. His nephew called and asked to be picked up. As he exited the restaurant building, a voice greeted his eardrum.

"Tristana..."

...Seriate...

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