That Beautiful Prisoner is my wife

Same thing, different circumstances

"It looks like you're tired, honey. Sorry, I had to wake you up. It was getting late and almost dark. Milly should rest inside," said Laksmi who was standing on the side of the hanging swing while rubbing the princess' hair gently. The sparkle in his eyes showed guilt for disturbing the comfort of his daughter's sleep.

"It's okay, Mom. The stew here was so comfortable that I didn't realize I was sleeping, hehe," Milly replied as she widened her smile and showed her a row of neatly arranged white teeth.

"Is that so?"

"Huum," Milly replied as she nodded steadily. "I really miss this kind of atmosphere, Mom. Then I will enjoy the second by second time I pass here. I'm really happy to be back in this house, Mother ,," Milly's expression really looks so happy when she says it, that inevitably happiness is transmitted to her beloved mother.

But the happy smile printed on the middle-aged face turned bitter when he remembered the ownership of this house which was at the tip of the horn. But as much as possible he acted as if he was happier for the sake of making his beloved daughter happy.

Who would have thought, apparently it did not escape the observation of his daughter. Milly was able to clearly capture the aura of sadness that was tucked behind the mother's sweet smile. But apparently the lure he deliberately put does not also make his mother acknowledge the true situation, to make him think hard to find other ways to extract information about his own family.

"Mother is also happy if the mother's daughter is happy, dear," replied Laksmi while pinching her daughter's chewy cheeks.

"really?" Milly narrowed her eyes as she looked at her mother. Observing him closely as if he was looking deeper. And the look in his eyes was full of doubt.

While Laksmi, she seemed to be knitting eyebrows at the sudden attitude of her daughter looking at her suspiciously. The middle-aged woman lowered her head, observing herself before then returning her confused look to her daughter. "Why look at Mom like that?" ask her then with a curious face.

"Why does Mom's smile look sad? Is there a problem?" in the end Milly decided to ask without further ado.

"The problem? What problems?" Laksmi answers the question with the question as a diversion. The woman wearing the flowery canal chuckled softly and patted her daughter on the shoulder. "You're just there. People smile I say sad, that's how ,," he said on the sidelines of laughter as if he was amused to hear the words of his daughter.

But Milly's eyes can't be lied to. As a daughter, she understood very well how her mother was. What she feels like. Milly could even understand it all just from the look in her eyes while looking at her even though Laksmi had tried hard to hide it with all her might. Because the inner contact between the biological mother and her daughter cannot be lied to. Although the distance is stretched apart, even though they are in different parts of the earth.

But Laksmi's attitude that is still tight to hide it makes Milly not want to press and force. He did not want to make his mother suffer.

Choosing not to continue, Milly then reviewed a smile to look happy. "Nothing, Mom. Milly was just worried about Mom. Milly doesn't want Mom to be sick anymore" she said in a spoiled tone. Embrace the waist of the mother, then anchored the side of her face on the warm slender stomach. "Milly loves Mother ," he said, hugging.

Laksmi smiled gently. He raised his hand and put it on his daughter's head. "Mother also loves Milly," she replied as she gently stroked Milly's long hair.

"Then promise never to hide anything from Milly, Mother," the girl in a short, brown canal asked expectantly. Without letting go of his embrace, he looked up at his mother with a pleading look.

"Why talk like that, son? There's nothing I'm hiding from you anyway" Laksmi said quickly in a tone of rebuttal. But the expression is different when speaking. He did not even look at his daughter's face, but threw away his face. Nibbling on her lower lip, Laksmi looked agitated, as if something was stirring her mind.

"If nothing is hidden to Mother such misbehavior? You're not lying, are you?"

Down, Laksmi stared fixedly at her daughter's brownish bead. A smile was then drawn on the middle-aged face to convince his beloved daughter. "Mom loved Milly so much, which is why maybe I could have lied to Milly, '" he said with confidence.

Staring at the happy expression that was clearly too forced by the mother, Milly just sighed softly and then re-embed her face. Trying to hide the clear net that began to glaze over. "Thank you for giving birth and raising me, Mother ," she said in a stifled voice. It did not feel the clear circle was sliding freely, but he immediately wiped his cheek before the mother could find out.

Forgive me for being dishonest to you if our condition is on the verge of collapse. I can't tell you yet because I still have little hope for your father's hard work. But I promise you, sooner or later I will tell you, but not now, dear, inner Laksmi while raising her head. Trying to hold the dam of clear liquid that wants to spill out by itself.

"Bring, Honey. I'll help Auntie prepare dinner." Without looking at her daughter, Laksmi let go of her embrace before then leaving in a hurry.

While Milly was just speechless sadly, looking at that skinny back that was moving away. The clear thread he could no longer bear, and his sobs finally escaped from the lips when he jerked his head there was a frame swing. He endlessly regretted and cursed his own stupidity that chose to run away at that time.

"I'm sorry Milly, Mother, forgive Milly, "" she cried bitterly.

"Fast eat." Billy pushed a plate of rice complete with vegetables and side dishes, right in front of Brian. But the President was still the same in his position, crossed his chest and turned his face full of anger.

Again Billy could only growl in annoyance. He was really tired of coaxing the big baby even just to fill his own stomach.

"Truly sucks." Billy got up from his seat while pounding the table full of dishes. Making Brian immediately turn his head then unfolded his hand and looked at Billy as if in disbelief. "Fast eat now, or I'll force you to use my way!" bluff then by putting on a fierce face.

"Hey! Who do you think you are that dares to force me!" Brian shouted while getting up, and accused Billy full of warning toward Billy. "No wife, no lover!"

"I'm in charge of your health!" billy's voice was no less harsh. "Don't understand!"

Snorting in annoyance, Brian again threw a careless face. His breath was seen hunting, while his hands were clenched tightly. He was clearly trying to control his anger. The man clad in black clothes typical of the soldier again threw his body on the chair and folded his hands to the front of the chest.

"You think I can eat like this, huh!" he shouted with a sharp look towards Billy who was still standing and looking at him annoyed. "You don't see how my wife is now? His life is under threat ...! How could I possibly be here even delicious to eat!" he pointed in which direction.

"I know." Billy nodded quickly.

"But you don't understand the feelings of men who worry about their wives because you've never been in the position I am today." Brian spoke in a dismissive tone, then smiled as if he was mocking the man - who was standing half-bending with his hands resting on the table.

"Hey, do you think you're the only one who has a wife here!" Billy said he didn't accept it. "I also have a wife who I don't know what she looks like. You think I didn't think of that? Just so you know Brian, the energy I have is almost drained out of having to share with you, your wife's case and company, to the point that I put my life aside. My brain is hot, Brian! My head wants to explode! And you're acting like a kid, so eating just has to go through the stifling drama. Think reality and don't just use your ego! If you want to happen, then be obedient and don't make it difficult for me!" billy was long and wide. The man in the same outfit kicked down the table before then anchoring his buttocks to the seat in the back.

A moment of silence. The two young men were both preoccupied with their respective inner struggles. Not talking to each other, not staring at each other. Maybe they are thinking. But now they are the same. Separated from his wife. But the situation is different. Brian was always overwhelmed with feelings of love and fear of loss. While Billy's,, auk ah, dark.

After a long while both silent, Brian finally showed movement. The man had a sharp nose and the red lips rose from his seat. Grab an empty plate and fill it with rice complete with vegetables and side dishes.

"Eat this" he said in a commanding tone as he put the plate in front of Billy. He then sat back down, but his gaze was still intense staring at the secretary and his brother.

"I'm not hungry." Billy answered the origin.

"Not hungry how! You haven't eaten since!" Brian grabbed the whole apple from its place, then threw it deliberately in the direction right on Billy's face so that the man fluttered.

Successfully, because Billy was able to catch the apple before it could land on his face. And as Brian had guessed, Billy returned the apple with a throw that was no less hard than Brian and was captured by Mayang's husband.

Smiling satisfied, Brian then bit the fruit in his hand with full feeling. Then chew it slowly with full of appreciation. "Let's eat together." Ask her later while smiling. "Let's just say we're at war with hunger to survive. So we can save our wives."

"Agreed." Billy answered straight. A smile was etched on his face. Without hesitation, he touched the dish after making sure Brian also ate it.

In the middle of the two men eating, a mobile phone creak from Billy's pocket managed to surprise the man until his hands reflexively moved and pulled him out. The straight, black man smiled after reading a message from his screen.

"What's wrong?" asked Brian who had apparently since noticed with a curious face.

"It's nothing." Billy answers the origin while keeping the phone back in his pocket. "Just a little report from my man in the office."

Seriate