The Disregarded Wife Charm

Second Chance

"do you really love me?"

farah's question makes Kevin jerked, Kevin confused what to say.

"do I have to express my feelings now? or ?! ah" Kevin was upset at himself for being silent and unable to answer the question of the woman who was still his wife.

"Kevin, I'm still your wife legally, we've been married for over a year but it's only on paper..." Farah was silent for a moment.

"i want you to rethink, do you really love me, or do you just make me runaway after being betrayed by her"

"Farah, I really love you, I want to be with you, build this household from scratch again" Kevin assured Farah.

"Vin, I don't want you to regret it later, nor do I want our marriage to deteriorate a second time"

"but Farah, I beg you, let me prove all this to you, I promise I will give my best for our relationship" Kevin begged Farah.

Farah thought for a moment about the plea to return to her side.

"Vin, honestly I was also confused by my own feelings, I was not sure about myself, how can I also be sure about your feelings for me" Farah contended in his heart, many questions of himself from himself.

"Farah, please, give me that chance" Kevin began to squirm at Farah's feet.

the sense of compassion began to appear to see the face that used to be his work partner in the hotel, being a romantic and good husband when in-laws and their families came to visit the house. Ah, all the mixed feelings in Farah's heart, in her heart still stored resentment, anger, hate, disgust, but she also has a stored sense for Kevin, Kevin, but whether it's just pity or love.

Farah closed her eyes for a moment, calmed her mind and let out a long sigh.

"alright, I'll give you a second chance, but I can't give you any more hope, nor does Brother Hans, my one request, if I've made up my mind, if I've made a choice, I hope there is no grudge between us" Farah said.

"thank you Farah" Kevin hugged Farah who was still sitting in his chair.

Farah was again surprised for the second time, but the feeling this time was different, she was today embraced by two different men and with different feelings also arising in her heart.

"i went back to the restaurant first, there's still a lot of stuff I need to get done there" Farah took off Kevin's arms.

Kevin smiled and looked at the departure of the woman he was fighting for.

*******

Farah got in her car and she leaned back in the car seat.

"huft" Farah breathed a sigh of relief.

"this feeling..." Farah touched her chest as if feeling the thing that was on her chest

"i'm sure this feeling is different, when hugged by Brother Hans with Kevin's arms it really shows a different feeling"

Farah returns to the restaurant and she returns to work without thinking about this complicated relationship.

******

"Farah, why did my heart say I was going to lose you" Kevin put his head on the car's steering wheel.

now Kevin seemed to lose his world, the question Farah asked, the opportunity Farah gave him, a big puzzle.

"i'll keep fighting, even if I end up losing!" riled.

Kevin will not give up before the war, he will swing his sword strongly to weaken his enemy in the war, even though he will be injured, but if we do not try we will not know the end result.

each process will determine the outcome, so do not just focus on the outcome, but must be persistent in the process.

******

Indonesia

"no need! if we pay attention to him, his heart will weaken! let him fight first, later when we already know the results we just contact" said Atma jaya who insisted do not want to know the news of the son alone puppet.

"but, shouldn't we encourage her at this time, give her support to fight even more?"

"not necessary!" Atma Jaya pulled the blanket and laid her body on the bed.

Ratih thinks about Kevin all day, he also knows that his husband misses his son a lot, but he has to hide all that in order to make his son stronger.

"sorry mom Kevin, you can't give direct support to you, only prayers can you say" Ratih muttered inside.

parents as hard as any will think of their children, mischievous children, surely they will still love him, disappointment may exist but his nature is only temporary, imprint but not deep.

******

"Devan, come back to Indonesia the day after tomorrow, papa has heard everything from your grandmother, the hotel needs you so go home" Kusumo hung up.

"Kevin you might get a second chance from my daughter, but I'm not sure you'll get her heart"

Kusumo really knows what his daughter is like, he understands very much the same Farah as his mother, the late wife of Kusumo Adi Praga.

*******

Farah was done with all her work.

"haaaah, so tired" Farah stretched her body to get fresh again.

drowsiness attacked his eyes and made his body limp as if looking for a mattress to fall.

"i went to the kitchen first, I seem to miss the smell of the kitchen"

Farah walked out of her room and into the large kitchen where the chefs made dishes.

"allo" said Farah cheerfully.

"hallo, Miss Farah" said everyone in the big kitchen.

"it seems like a lot of orders are coming in" Farah went around looking at a table full of order menus.

"really ma'am, outside is quite crowded, not to mention that today's delivery messages are quite booming" explained Basuki the assistant head chef.

"then I will help you" Farah grabbed the hanging apron and put it on her body, she tied her long hair, rolled her sleeves up to her elbows, and he's ready to be a chef.

"black Noodle two servings" cried Farah.

he prepared the noodle ingredients, rolled it up and printed it into noodles, he heated the water in the pot to boil the noodle dough, after the noodles ripened he gave the seasoning and the sauce and topping on it, he said, farah was very good at processing food.

"two servings of black Noodle, ready" cried Farah.

"wuuuuh, our boss is indeed incomparable" praised Basuki who saw the beautiful dish on the plate.

Farah was about to wipe the sweat on her forehead, but it turned out that a handkerchief had landed right on her forehead.

Farah turned her body and looked at the figure that was wiping her sweat.

the heart that had been ordinary now immediately turned into pounding, the thump in his heart was pounding even more when the look of the eyes looked sharply at him.

the eyes that were so shady, the face that was so handsome, were getting closer to him.

"if cooking two bowls of noodles is full of sweat, especially if all day in the kitchen, maybe this kitchen has been flooded with your sweat" the man continued to wipe away the sweat that was on Farah's forehead.