My Two Husband's

Forgive Us

Naya approached Deryl who was still in her room since she was given the surprise. Deryl hasn't been out and left her room. Even the door to his room was still tightly closed. Lama Naya looked at the light brown door, finally she ventured to knock it quietly.

"Come in, not locked." said Deryl from the inside.

Naya opened the door to Deryl's room. Deryl was wearing her glasses and focused on reading a thick book.

"Am I bothering you?" ask Naya slowly. Still standing by the door.

Deryl put down the book and took off her glasses. "No, Naya. Come here." Come here."

Naya walked slowly over to Deryl who was sitting in her office. Then sit on Deryl's lap. "Why see me?" tanya Deryl helps Naya secure a sitting position on her lap.

"I feel guilty. Forgive us, Deryl."

"For that one? I've forgotten it, Naya."

"You said .. it hurt you."

Deryl kissed slowly on Naya's cheek and smiled faintly. "I do feel pain if I remember the incident, but .. You guys are very good to give me a surprise even though I refuse."

"Do you feel sad?"

Deryl shook her head slowly. "There's not so much sadness in my happy life right now, Naya."

Naya silently listened to Deryl who was stroking her hair. "Everything I don't have right now? I already have a degree, a job, a job, a house, a car, a wife and children. I have no shortage of things."

"Deryl's.."

"I just lack affection, Naya. I never felt the love of my parents again. Not like you or Kevan. You're special. I'm envious .."

Naya could clearly see Deryl's eyes which started to turn red and teary when saying that sentence. And so, the gentle touch of Deryl's handsome face. He kissed the man softly, calming him and giving him love.

"I'll give you a lot of love, Deryl. So that you do not feel less and envious." said Naya.

"Thank you, Naya. You understand me the most."

Deryl put her lips together and Naya's lips. Gently clenched the chewy lips of Naya who had not felt Deryl for a long time. Sweet, one word that can explain what Deryl is feeling and then released slowly. Pulling gently Naya's hand towards her bed. Sit Naya down there and open her drawer and pick up a dark blue velvet box.

"Maye.."

"Hm?"

Deryl takes Naya's hand, pairs a ring with a red diamond there, and then dips it.

"It's so pretty, Deryl.." praise Naya staring at the ring that Deryl just pinned on her sweet day.

"Actually this ring has been in my drawer for a long time. I bought it on our first wedding anniversary."

"That's a long time, Deryl. Even before baby K was born."

"Yes, honey. I always forget to give it to you, and today .. when I remember and you happen to be in my room then I just wear it straight away rather than I forget it again and this thing becomes my denizen."

"Haha. Anything, but thanks Deryl."

"Yes, Naya."

Slowly, Deryl breaks Naya's body. Starting to bring her face closer, until the lips of the two are fused together.

"Let me.." said Deryl asking Naya's permission for more.

"Yes, hubby."

"I love you."

"You know I love you too."

**

Meanwhile, Kevan and Matteo are now at the cafe where Vania works. The two of them immediately went to Vania to ask for an explanation as well as the reason why the girl just left without saying anything.

"So you know?" vania asked after arriving to get a drink for Kevan and Matteo. The girl sat in the front seat of Kevan and Matteo.

"yeah. His reaction was quite unexpected." Kevan replied.

"But, Vania. What's actually going on? I don't really understand Deryl's words" Matteo said with a confused face.

"Then, every year.. Deryl always gets surprise birthdays from her parents. But, when he was 6 years old and his parents had an accident and died. Since then, Deryl has never celebrated her birthday. He said it opened up his old wounds because he would be reminded of his parents." explains Vania.

"Well, how else, we gave a surprise earlier."

"When I warned you, his reaction would be unexpected. But you guys don't believe it and say reaction is a business later."

Matteo pursed his lips with both hands supporting his head. Vania chuckles at the frustrated faces of the two men.

"But you've apologized to Deryl?" ask Vania.

"Oh, Deryl said it's okay. But still we feel bad. Oh, my God how is this.."

"Hey, just relax. Deryl is not a vengeful person. He'll forget it easily, trust me."

"All right.."

**

Currently, Naya is lying on the chest of Deryl's field after doing activities that they have long forgotten. Deryl gently rubbed Naya's hair.

"When it's like this, I remember the times when we were still dating" Naya said, playing with a blanket that covered both of them.

"Not much different. The difference is now we're home, we didn't."

"Yes. That's one of them, you used to rarely have time to date and return home when it was late at night. Now that you're overtime, I can at least meet and see you freely."

"Are you happy to marry me, Naya?"

"Of course, Deryl. I don't have a good reason why I'm unhappy."

"Thank God. I'm glad to hear that you're happy with me."

"I'm always happy, Deryl."

"We've been together since childhood, aren't you tired of seeing my face?"

"Your face makes me opiate, Deryl. Never tired of seeing it."

"Heol."

"What's wrong?"

"What did you eat?" ask Deryl.

"Why indeed?" ask Naya back.

"You're so good at combing. As I recall, I never taught it. Where did you study, hm?"

"I'm not flirting, Deryl. I'm talking about facts!"

"Oh yeah? How do I know that's a fact?"

Deryl wakes up and overlaps Naya's body, staring into Naya's eyes until she feels misbehaved by being stared at so intensely by Deryl.

"That's the color I've been feeling all along, and I'm not flocking. I like your face, it's my type."

"Oh yeah? Compared to the Korean oppa that you often watch, who's better looking?"

"You want me to answer honestly?"

"Hm."

Naya was silent for a while as if she was thinking, making Deryl laugh softly. "Quick, who's better looking?"

"Actually my oppa-oppa is more handsome, but since I can't have it then you are more handsome!"

"What kind of answer is that?"

"Is my answer acceptable?"

"I thought about it first."

"Ih, nasty."

Deryl turned her lips. "Kiss me."

"No way."

"Then I kiss you. Mwaaah."

"Haha! Get the fuck away."

* TO BE CONTINUE *