Party In The Future

CHAPTER 112

The car that Dylan and Ziena were driving entered the mansion belonging to the cakradara family. For a long time they had not set foot into this house, about since their household was hit by a storm.

After parking the car they got off together. In front there is Mr. Han waiting for their arrival. "good night sir and miss" he said

Ziena replied with a smile. After that they were brought inside.

In the living room there are already papa and mama waiting for their arrival. There was a sense of happiness mixed with relief seeing them both come. Seen from the way mama Ana welcomed her daughter-in-law.

Indeed it's their business, it's also their household and parents should not interfere too deeply, but which parents are not sad to see their children's household is not okay. "how just came? he said this afternoon here, mama waitin from earlier" asked mama Ana

"mas Dylan returned home kesorean ma and last night the streets were also quite jammed because it was Sunday night" Ziena replied as if

Papa Juna also agreed with Ziena's answer. "iya the road is quite jammed, this is just papa also just came home" said papa Juna

Looked from Papa Juna's hair that was a little wet. "papa every day also to the office?" asked Ziena, because once he had papa Juna had not come to manage his office

"papa not every day to the office, maybe a week just 3 or 4 times and it just stopped by" explained papa Juna

Ziena just nodded. "you guys stayed over, right?" ask mama Ana

Ziena looked at her husband, in which case she did not need to give any answers because all the answers were in the hands of her husband. "it seems like yes, ma, because we left earlier was lazy and there is no way I drove a car in the middle of the night" he replied

"that's right, it's better to stay tomorrow as well as a holiday" said papa Juna

After that their obrolah continued and as usual Ziena was more silent than talking because she still felt a little awkward being in the middle of the harmony of this family.

Although the marriage had been over a year but never in a day he sat together like this and talked like a warm family. Believe me this time he felt like a stranger again.

Sometimes Ziena might speak up if there are questions specifically directed to her but the rest she just listened, nodded and smiled.

Ziena smiled, seeing her husband several times displaying a row of white teeth. He thought it was a rare thing in this world. Impressed alay but that was the reality, every being around Dylan was just a stranger that Ziena had never known, cold-hearted, stiff, and sometimes rude. That was how Dylan was in Ziena's eyes.

"you seem happier being around people you love" Ziena accidentally keeps seeing Dylan's interactions with her parents

"i'm envious to see it, I also want to be one of the reasons you're happy, to be the reason you smile, to hear you call my name in a loving tone, but in fact I'm just a box of problems for you"

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In the middle of the night Ziena woke up, for some reason, but suddenly she woke up and could not sleep again. Looking at the moonlight that was a little in the cracks of the window, he decided to sit under the light.

Ziena opened her curtains slightly wide letting the moonlight freely enter her room. The room was dark because Dylan couldn't sleep with the lighting on.

After that Ziena sat down while staring out the window. He likes to be under the reflection of the moonlight, according to him when like this is the right time to reflect. No one will disturb, no one will see him crying, happy or laughing. Who knew only dead things in her room, that was why she pondered at midnight as Ziena liked it.

Ziena was still firmly in control for herself to not cry. Because she was still aware that she was not alone, there was Dylan here too, even though her husband was sleeping.

Several times he took a rough breath to throw away the tightness in his chest. It's all too heavy for him.

He kept staring at the moon, no one knew what he was thinking, what he was saying in his heart, only a gaze clearly capable of explaining how he was at the moment.

Weary.

Maybe that one word represents all of his feelings. His body was quite tired, his heart was also tired, his mind was also tired.

Maybe rest is the answer. But no one knows what rest makes his tiredness disappear, sleep all day still does not guarantee his fatigue is lost or even reduced.