Second Husband (Tradition of My Husband)

The SK Part 28

~Green~ Lights

pras and Cyra arrive at the Lasmi and Bayu residence.

They were both welcomed by family members and also by some domestic assistants.

Pras and Cyra went into the house and the suitcase, both of them, was brought in by the house guards.

Lasmi spread her arms ready to embrace her eldest son who is now the head of the household.

"Darling! you're finally here." Lasmi hugged Pras.

A warm hug that Pras always misses, a hug that makes him always feel comfortable and all complicated thoughts disappear.

"You healthy, son?" lasmi asked after releasing her embrace.

"We're both healthy, Mom." Although Lasmi only asked the circumstances, Pras still included Cyra in his answer.

Pras knew, his mother also wanted to know the condition of Cyra, only, Lasmi still showed her pretence.

Lasmi smiles at Pras' very mature answer and understands her mother's feelings.

"I'll let you go to my room first!" Cyra who feels not considered farewell.

"Wait for Cyra!" prevent Lasmi.

"Your room is no longer there, your room is with Pras now!" lasmi said in a loud voice.

"But I have to clean up my stuff first." Cyra turned her body to look at Lasmi's back.

"You don't have to do it, because Mom and our housekeeper did it for you!" lasmi clearly stared at Cyra.

now the eyes of Cyra and Lasmi meet each other, from both their eyes, two meanings emanated, Cyra with her anger because she did not accept the actions of her in-laws, while Lasmi, with her, a sad feeling but he had to hide it.

"meaning?! You went into my room and touched my stuff?" Cyra started to tear up.

"Why? after all, all your things are worthless jewelry or anything of value!" Lasmi spoke very piercingly.

Lasmi takes her breath, trying to control her feelings.

"But you shouldn't have come into my room when I wasn't around!" Cyra began to rebel.

"That's not your room! that's Ryan's room you occupied while being his wife! now you are the wife of Pras, so you occupy her room!" Lasmi leaves all of them, after making Cyra not understand Lasmi's actions.

"Why is he like this! if he doesn't like me! he should have kicked me out! not to let me stay and marry his eldest son, who was a golden child to him!" Cyra is increasingly inexhaustible with the thoughts of her family-in-law.

"Come on, let's go inside, room!" Pras invites his wife in, Cyra follows Pras' orders.

Cyra's tears fell, she looked at the door of Ryan's room and herself, so many memories, so much grief, and the room became a silent witness to how Cyra was crying because of the wounds that kept being scratched in her heart.

Pras looked at Cyra, at this time he could not say anything, he could only silently try to find a solution, Pras did not want his mother to torture her own feelings, he said, Pras could not bear to see his mother who pretended to be a stepmother-like father-in-law, evil, cruel, ditaktor and heartless.

Cyra and Pras enter, Pras's room is larger than Ryan's, because in Pras's room there is a room made specifically for Pras to work.

"Rest me, I have something to do." Pras helps Cyra who is still speechless and crying to fall on the bed.

Pras swept Cyra's hair and wiped away the tears that drenched his wife's chubby cheeks.

Pras came out of his room.

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Lasmi sat on the edge of her mattress while holding her chest with one hand, she took her breath intending to loosen the tightness on her chest, but it turned out that tears were appearing.

Lasmi sobbed in memory of all her deeds and words to Cyra which were so outrageous.

Tok Tok Tok...

the sound of Lasmi's room door being knocked.

"Lake in!" Lasmi lets in to the person who knocks on the door of her room.

Lasmi wiped away the trace of tears on her face.

"Mom!" Pras closed the door and approached his mother.

"Mom! stopstop! this is all going to torture you! make peace with your own heart, I'm sure you can!" Pras removed the remains of tears on Lasmi's face.

"I have to do this! I have to make her a strong woman!" lasmi said with a downcast face.

"Mom, why are you doing this?" pras asked who did not understand why his mother was being cruel to Cyra.

Lasmi was speechless, she was confused where to talk from, but she thought it was time Pras knew his point, so as not to misunderstand in deciphering his attitude.

"I have to do it, so she can be a strong, independent woman, trying, and not easily trapped!" clearly Lasmi with a glaring eye.

"Why Ma'am? Cyra can be that kind of woman, without Mom being indifferent to her!" papar Pras's.

"No!" Lasmi's Refutation.

"He wouldn't be as strong as he is now, if I were to be lenient to him!" lasmi.

"He mustn't let his guard down, if he's off guard! then people would easily bully him! like Mother before, when lulled with the good attitude of the family, Mother could not even see the difference of wrong and right again, until an incident happened and made this heart broken! " Lasmi continued to tell stories and made Pras now understand, the purpose and purpose of his mother.

"Mom! I've decided to stay in the house I bought a year ago, remember, right?" ask Pras.

"No, Son! you have to stay with Mom here, this is your house!" Lasmi did not want to part from Pras anymore.

"Mom! if this continues, I can't live up to Mother's other wish, which is to give you a grandchild!" pras said while dipping his mother's hands alternately.

"But ...," Lasmi paused his words.

"Mother need not worry, especially about matters of civilisation, I certainly know! Cyra is very good at her field." Pras held both of his mother's shoulders, so that her mother could approve of his actions.

"I'll also give Cyra the opportunity to develop herself in her field, which is hospitality, she is currently working online through Boom, to teach and train new assistants for chefs," Pras told the Guardian.

Lasmi did not expect Cyra could even work even though he was only inside the house all this time.

"Allow me Ma! we've made a deal, if you're willing to allow it, then she'll accept this marriage and learn to love me!" Pras told his mother about his conversation with Cyra while at the restaurant.

Lasmi is silent, she knows very well, if the cooking of Cyra, is a descendant of her mother Cyra, a stubborn woman and always rely on her dishes to melt the heart of people who eat her food.

Lasmi nods, giving her son and daughter-in-law permission to stay in a separate house and allowing Cyra to work offline at a restaurant inside a five-star hotel.

Pras was grateful, because the plan went smoothly, he really hoped that Cyra was happy to hear the news that he would convey, Pras hoped that the agreement between them would never be broken, and that it would never be broken, she wants to build a good and loving home.

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