The Love of the Culun

Meet Papa.

The atmosphere of happiness, and sadness fused in an Ariana. Happy because he was pregnant with the flesh of the man he loved, sad because he had to separate when his love was so deep for a Zain. The breath felt so heavy, representing the burden that was within him. Silent for a moment, then lowered both feet from the bed, to the bathroom to clean themselves.

After finishing with her bathing ritual, she returned to the room. His gaze was immediately diverted to the direction of the bed, when he heard a telephone sound on the cellphone he placed next to his head pillow.

Reaching the cellphone located in the middle of the bed, and the look on his face immediately looks restless, when he saw the name of David's father. And decided, to answer that telephone call.

"Papa's Hallo?"

"Hallo Ariana, how are you, son?"

"A. I, well Paa?" He answered with the water already dripping, when David asked the news, which was far from good.

"Today Papa wants to see you, before Papa gets back out of town for work. So Papa asked you to come by the 10 o'clock, Papa's waiting for you here."

"Well Paa, Ariana is coming." He answered, ending their conversation.

Ariana was sitting limp on her king-size bed, and sadness hit her again. And he was very sure that his adoptive father, must have known the problems that befall him his household.

Swiping the dripping water eyes, with a view of throwing far ahead, staring at the blue sky that already looks bright.

"May you trust me, Paa, if I can't do such a lowly thing." He murmured, expectantly.

After dissolving in daydreams for a moment, Ariana immediately moved from the bed with the body still wrapped in a bathrobe. Her hair was still wet, covered with a small towel to keep away the water droplets, from above the head.

Confused again hit the pregnant woman, when she realized that her clothes were still in the house of her ex-husband, Zain Pratama.

"How's this? what to wear, while my clothes are still in his house. And if I go there, surely he will not allow me to enter into his house.Don't be in the house, maybe I flink in front of the gate, he will surely throw me out. Because right now, he really, really hates me.You know my son, your father is so mean!" With a smile, while touching the belly of his queen.

Silent for a moment, and Ariana seemed confused because today she will meet her father David.

Seemed uneasy from the look on the face of an Ariana at this time, until the greeting Rani who had just entered the room, surprised the black-haired woman.

"What do you think, Ariana?" Rani asked, with her hands holding a tray containing a glass of milk.

"A. I don't have Miss Rani's clothes, because my clothes are all still in her house. And I just, shower."

"You wait here, I'll take some clothes for you. And this is milk for you, I just bought it this morning before you woke up. Drink focus on your pregnancy, and don't grieve anymore." By giving a glass of milk, to Ariana.

"What milk is this, Miss Rani?"

"Milk for pregnant women. And you wait here, I'll get you some clothes on the top floor." The answer, by passing from Ariana's room.

Ariana closed her lips, the glass. Just as his lips were touched with the lips of the glass, nausea immediately whack when he smelled milk with vanilla taste.

"Just smell it, I've been willing to munta. Especially if I drink it? but if I don't drink it, Miss Rani will definitely be disappointed in me because she's already made it for me but I don't drink it, let alone this pregnant milk."

Although not resistant to the smell of milk, Ariana still forced herself to drink it. His breath was breathless, like a man just running a marathon. And little by little, the milk had already moved in his body.

"Miss Rani! you tormented me," he murmured, with a rough swab of his lips.

"why is your face, Ariana?" Ask Rani who just came, with her hands grasping a few pieces of dres for Ariana.

"I want to puke Miss Rani? but if I don't drink it, you'll definitely scold me."

A small laugh framed the face of the fashion designer, while listening to what Ariana said.

"If vanilla makes you want to vomit, you don't have to force yourself to drink it. Because you're pregnant, so I understand. Anyway, I bought a lot of flavor variants, so if they make you nauseous, you can drink that milk, with another taste. And take a look at these clothes, which one suits you."

"Thank you Miss Rani, because you've been so kind to me."

"Sama-sama Ariana, and you don't have to be sorry to me. Even before, our relationship was not very close. And quickly change clothes, I'm waiting for you for breakfast. And did you go to work today?"

"No Miss Rani, today I will meet my Papa at the park."

"Is it necessary, I'll accompany you?"

"No need Miss Rani, I can do it alone,"

"Are you, sure?" Ask Rani, make sure.

"I'm so sure." The answer, with a small nod.

'Then get ready, I wait for you in the dining room." Rani answered, by passing from Ariana's room.

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The step was heavy, while walking through the park where he would meet his father David.

From a distance he found a very familiar figure to him, who was sitting on a park bench, alone with a view staring at the expanse of the lake that stretches in front of him.

The breath felt so heavy, and steadying, he approached the man he loved so much.

"Pope.."Call him slowly, when he was behind the beakbaya man.

Throwing his gaze into the voice, and found the existence of Ariana who was smiling at him.

"It's aerogical.." He murmured, straight out of his seat. David approached Ariana, who was still standing in her place. Her eyes stared intensely at her daughter's smiling face, but it seemed like it was a pushy smile. Especially looking at the eyes of his son, who looks swollen.

"How are you, son?" A question with a soft tone, and tucked in love there.

The look in his eyes immediately glazed over, becoming a circle of water that had soaked his cheeks, because he was unable to stem the grief that struck, when he was asked that question. And he was very sure, his father David had known him from Clara, and his mother Diana.

"Papa, please believe me, I didn't do that Paa, I didn't do it" Ariana exclaimed, wailing with airamata.

A small smile framed on his face, upon hearing his daughter's words. Closer to his daughter, and full of the body of his daughter, who was still crying.

"You don't have to worry, Papa's completely unaffected by what people say out there. Because you're my daughter, and I know how much you are Araa?"

Ariana was more focused on her crying, when she heard what her father David said, because the middle-aged man will be influenced by the words of Clara, and also her mother Diana.

When she felt calmer, the pregnant woman immediately let go of her embrace. Smile on his face, wiping the dripping water.

"Thank you Papa, because you trusted me. And I'm sorry, for not being able to maintain my household with her."

His eyes stared intensely at his daughter's face. The little smile was so sincere, so full of love there. And he knew his adopted son was holding a lot of wounds right now.

"You've done your best, my son, and there's no need to apologize. And it was actually Papa who apologized, for forcing you to marry him, and Papa was very sorry for that,"

Grabbing the hand of his father, whose face was filled with guilt.

"There's nothing to be sorry about Papa? you know, you're gonna be a grandpa soon." Ariana said, with a small smile.