Open your Heart to Me

Opa has always been a champion

After being satisfied to attack each other, they finally rest. Couch pillows were scattered everywhere as they were used as weapons to attack the enemy. (😆)

"Ck.ck..ck." Mumbled Bu Mirah watching the behavior of those who play pillow fight.

Both Ryan and Diandra, it was rare for both of them to feel this happy. If Hendra doesn't have to be asked again. He was indeed the jolly type of man, so to be happy alone he definitely had more ways to obtain it. Unlike Ryan who tends to be stiff and cold.

Beep.bepp !!

Pak Raka's car is parked neatly in Diandra's yard. Mama Rika gets out of the car followed by Varo then runs into the house.

"Assynoltom..." Varo half yelled.

"waalaikum salam.." All answered simultaneously.

"Mama. look at this. Varo brought something for Mama and Papa Ryan." Showing paperbag on Diandra.

Diandra was stunned to hear the words of Varo who called Ryan as Papa.

"Papa Ryan...? Maybe Mama taught him." He murmured in his heart.

"Varo said what, baby ? Papa Ryan ?" Ask Mama Rika.

"Varo says Mama and Papa Ryan." He answered while staring at Diandra then at Ryan.

"Who is teaching ?" Mama Rika again.

"There is no Oma... Mama and Papa Ryan are getting married, so soon Papa Ryan will be Varo's real father. Isn't it Ma..?" Ask plain Varo.

Diandra nodded smilingly answering her son's question.

"Papa's really smart..!" Timpal Ryan then clutches Varo's small body. Varo returns Ryan's embrace and sits in Ryan's lap.

"Waahhh.. means Opa has been forgotten...!" Said Mr. Raka who suddenly appeared sitting beside Ryan.

"No to Opa... Opa's always been a champion.." Showing his thumb.

A.haa..haaa...!!

Everyone laughed at Varo's chattering.

Soon Mama Rika and Pak Raka returned home. As always, Ryan wanted to stay longer. He called one of his assistants to bring him a change of clothes.

Diandra and Melda are busy helping Miss Mirah in the kitchen. Ryan accompanied Varo to play. Shortly thereafter, the dishes began to be served. They eat voraciously because their lunch hour is a few hours short.

After eating, Melda helped Bu Mirah clean the kitchen, Hendra and Ryan chatted in the living room, While Diandra put the exhausted-looking Varo to sleep after playing. When Varo was asleep, he followed Melda who was cleaning up in the kitchen. When they finished, they went to the living room to approach the men.

"Varo's sleeping sweetie ?" Ask Ryan.

"Yes already...!" Answer Diandra briefly.

As he was about to sit down, Diandra's hand was suddenly pulled by Ryan. He fell right into Ryan's lap. He was about to move but Ryan's energy was very strong to hold it.

"Ryan.. what the fuck, let alone not..!"

"Sit for a while. Why have you never obeyed me ?"

"Huuffttt. Not married yet, her behavior is like this. How about when we get married ??" He murmured in his heart.

"Aarrgghhhhhh....!" Scream imagine.

It turned out that his screams loosened Ryan's embrace, finally he could escape the clutches of the ferocious perverted CEO. 😆

"Heiii... You why Di ?" Hendra asked.

"Eenn... It's okay..!"

"Current trance." Woe to Ryan.

"What ?!" Diandra rounded his eyes half-screaming.

"Aaahhh. Fighting continues to work. Mel...we're going back..!" Grasping Melda's hand then pulled her out of Diandra's house.

"Li'm guessing because you're Hendra and Melda so uncomfortable being in this house." Diandra.

"Let's just..!" Ryan replied triumphantly.

Apparently, making Diandra upset is now one of his hobbies. But who would have thought that his new hobby managed to drive out Hendra and Melda.

"Eventually the two of them left as well, just interrupt !" muttered Ryan.

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