That Beautiful Prisoner is my wife

The sacrifice of parents

A slender hand coiled around the middle-aged woman's stomach began to show her movement as she was awake. The beautiful eyelids began to blink to adjust the incoming light.

Looking to the side, he smiled softly to find a face full of love and love still asleep in the cradle of his beautiful dreams. A kiss full of pity did not escape he lay, until the woman who was quiet tightened tightly shook and slowly opened her eyelids.

"Good morning, ma'am," the middle-aged woman smiled sweetly at the princess's tender greeting that had been so very few months since then.

"Morning too, dear," replied Laksmi, then pulled the hand of the princess who grasped her fingers and gave a soft kiss on the back of the hand as soft as silk.

"How's Mom sleeping tonight?" ask the princess while tightening the embrace and kiss the right cheek of the mother.

The mother widened her smile in response to her son's embrace, while her left palm gently patted her daughter's right cheek. "Sleep Mom never felt this comfortable, honey. It's your hug."

"Milly loves Mom."

"Mother also loves Milly."

The two smiled together in a very happy atmosphere, having previously been separated for a long time in grief and grief, shackled in a longing that did not slice the heart.

"Mother, Milly wants to cook a nice meal for Mom today." the girl who was still wearing her clothes last night opened the conversation after a while both of them fell silent in a very warm embrace.

Waving her eyes, Laksmi turned her head and looked at the princess full of doubt. "Book?" ask her with her eyebrows linked. "Can Milly do it?" with a widened smile, the question contained a trace of doubt.

For as long as he knew, the princess was a very spoiled girl and never faced difficulties even though it was just a matter of eating. All were available even before the princess was hungry. Even not infrequently the girl who stepped on adulthood was chewing food from the mouthful of her mother's hand.

"Can dong." The round-eyed girl smiled as she grabbed the blanket that covered her body to touch her chest, then tied her long mane that was disheveled. Looking towards the mother with throbbing lips, she spoke in a dubious tone. "Mommy can't believe that Milly can cook, right?" she smiled back at her mother's smile. "Mother must have forgotten that before this daughter of yours lived a day and could only eat potluck. Hup." immediately Milly smothered her mouth when she realized this shouldn't be said.

Trouble trying to get up and catch her daughter sitting down, Laksmi put on a face full of guilt while holding the princess's hand and squeezing it with gentleness. "I'm sorry we made you miserable, son."

"Mother,," Milly whined with a face no less guilty. "It's not Mom and Dad's fault. It's just Milly's fault. If only Milly had been obedient and obedient, Milly would not have felt this suffering. And Dad's factory won't be taken over by Ibra and his dad." I don't know why saying that makes his clear eyes glaze over. Inching around his position to sit, Milly who faced the mother stared fixed her mother's bead with a face full of regret. "Mom, I'm sorry Milly for being such a selfless princess."

"Stop blaming yourself, honey. Everything happens because of destiny. Whether it's your marriage or your father's bankruptcy. We're being sincere, son. The important thing is that you're back and you're with us again."

"But Bu-"

"Have you woken up, apparently?" Jamil, who was standing in the doorway, stepped closer to the bed where his wife and daughter were sitting. Pulling up the dressing chair, the middle-aged man deliberately sat facing towards his two beloved women.

"Dad also woke up first, right. But why not wake me up too?" Milly chokes the spoiled while staring at her father.

Jamil widens his smile in response to the princess's behavior. "Sorry, Son. I can't bear to disturb the warmth of you two. So I decided not to wake you. Oh yeah, how did you sleep last night, honey?"

The girl who was originally a prostitute now folds her legs and cross-legged while looking at the father so enthusiastically. "Do you know, I slept very, very comfortably tonight. I even flanked two of my parents together. It feels so warm. I even want time to stop so I can forever feel this warmth." Milly said it in a carefree-sounding tone.

But a second later, the cheerful expression turned bitter as Milly recalled the mistake she had made. Again the clear eyeball showed ripples of sadness with a glazed look.

"Dad" said Milly, then inched down from the bed and sat down with his arms propped up on his father's thigh as if asking for a plea. "Are you really not mad at Milly anymore?" tanyanya with a head that looks up fixed glare iris as black as soot belongs to the father. He even put on a clear face, to make the father trenyuh at once anxious.

"Son, do you think Dad's that bad to you?" Milly shook her head in response to her father's question. "Why should you be mad at your innocent daughter?"

"Because Milly was already the daughter of the dissident." Milly replied quickly. "Dad, Father, I have the right to punish your daughter as I please. Let me atone for all the suffering of Father and Mother ...."

"Enough, Son." Jamil interrupts, making Milly not continue the word. "It's precisely Dad who should apologize for forcing you to marry a man you don't love. Seeing the attention of the man to you at that time made Dad believe that the man had good morals until the intention of the father to marry you at that time. Dad also saw the established life of the car as well as the clothes he was wearing. I don't know what kind of thought that was going through my head, so I don't want to miss that opportunity for you to be happy, honey."

At that time Jamil was intending to pick up Milly for him to marry Ibra, the son of a businessman who had given him a loan of funds to repair his recently burned-out factory.

But until the deadline that has been determined, Jamil does not yet have the money to pay the loan. Actually Ibra's father gave him freedom from the entanglement of the debt from which Milly and Ibra were married.

Milly, who is not in love with Ibra, escapes and leaves the house, and begins the adventure of the girl in the big city until she meets Billy in an uncomfortable situation.

Jamil himself is willing to go home empty-handed, as long as his daughter's life is happy. However, due to incorrect calculations, it appeared that the decision caused a disaster. His daughter came home empty-handed from not feeling love, while he had to let Ibra take over the factory and ownership.

But now they are sincere and willing, because having property can not guarantee a happy life. Jamil himself is now starting a small business using the rest of his savings.

"It's okay, honey. Dad was still excited even though we had to start again with the first step." gently rubbing his daughter's hair, Jamil tried to calm Milly who was sobbing in her lap.

***

While elsewhere far away, a beautiful woman of proportionate height seemed to walk so cheerfully out of the luxurious residence of her husband.

She looks very beautiful even though she only wears jeans combined with a hugo jacket to wrap her stomach that starts to bulge. While the legs of the level that is based on sneakers appear to casually swing a step towards the car that has been prepared by the court.

His smile grew friendly while greeting the guards he met in the front yard, to make the dimple on his cheek look deeper.

"Mrs, shouldn't I be the one to drive wherever Madam goes?" a well-built man with a head down position respectfully seemed to ask in a tone full of anxiety. Can not bear to let the madam go alone especially with her two-bodied condition.

The long straggling woman on the side stopped her body from entering the car with the door open. He slightly twisted his body and faced right towards the man with the neat suit.

The clasped fingers move to hold the top of the car door frame which then makes it as the base of the chin that rests. Staring in wonder at the young man, Mayang glanced his eyes while asking. "Why do you look so worried to me? I'll just go for a little while to the front garden. Do you know what? This is his request, and not mine. So no one can ban me for that reason. Youunderstand?" said Brian's wife while rubbing his stomach. And what he meant was the baby he was carrying.

The man simply nodded obediently in response to the words of his young mistress. And let the madam get in the car, then she closed the door after the mistress was ready with her seatbelt.

The bodyguards were still standing beside the car door while watching the madam who was preparing.

Mayang held the steering wheel of the car with slightly trembling hands. He blinked several times to see the dashboard in front of him. Looking to the side, he found the guard still staring at him with a puzzled face. "Do I look like a driver? Fits no?" Mayang smiled seductively as he launched his chatter. Makes the man smile ambiguously because confused what to answer. Not without reason Brian's wife did it, he just wanted to disguise his expression suddenly nervous after a long time never sitting in that position.

"Ah, why is your smile so stiff? Is it because being a bodyguard for too long makes your expression always flat, to the point of forgetting how to smile?" Mayang asked with an innocent face, but a second later he put on the sweetest smile. "Well, look ...." Mayang did that as if he was setting an example to the man with the frown. "Can't you?"

"Can, Madam." the man nodded.

"Try practicing how?"

The man then showed a smile as sweet as he could, although still looks stiff in the eyes of his employer.

"Stay stiff. Ah already" Mayang shook his hand. "I'd better just go."

"Do I need to drop off, ma'am?" again, the man asked by showing his anxious face.

"No, I can do it alone." Mayang smiled confidently. "Eh wait." putting on a tense face, Brian's wife stopped her hand that was about to press the start button on the car.

"Why Madam?" looking panicked, the man half-bent down in order to stare at his master inside.

"Haha,, this is how to run the car, huh?"