The Story of Clouds, Rain, and Sun
LIX. III Effort
“Mama, ready?”
Teja's small head seemed to be peeking out from behind the door. His face was so radiant and his smile was wide. His hair was neatly arranged and his clothes had also been replaced with clothes gone.
“Already, Darling,” replied Varsha. “Actually Teja want to take Mama where, anyway?”
“Reclassic. Hehe.”
The young woman shook her head at the response of her son. Last night, Teja suddenly said that she wanted to take a walk somewhere with her. In addition, he also asked Varsha to wear nice clothes without telling them their destination.
The two of them joined hands and went out of the house. After about fifteen minutes of walking, Varsha predicted that they would go to TK Teja. Because the route is exactly the same.
Just turn left, then both will arrive at the kindergarten. However, it turns out that his son even led him to turn to the right. Until they finally arrived in front of a long line of zinc walls.
“We're here?” ask Varsha when her son stops walking.
Teja smiled and nodded her head. However, the beautiful woman did not see anything near them at all. In addition to walls and roads. Or maybe someone will pick them up from here?
But suddenly the boy pushed one side of the zinc wall which was apparently a door. “Come, Ma. We're in.”
“I don't think we should go in there, darling,” response Varsha worried.
The woman knew that behind the wall was a vast wasteland. Because he himself often saw it when he happened to pass through the area. But a few months before, a zinc guardrail began to be made to cover its surroundings. So Varsha assumes that the buyer will build something there. Possibly an apartment, restaurant, or something.
“Come, Ma. There's something I want to show Mama,” take Teja again.
Now her son pulled her hand violently, forcing Varsha to follow him in. Finally, he obeyed Teja and resignedly led to walk through the zinc wall. As soon as the beautiful woman set her foot inside, her two eyes instantly grew.
All around it seemed a stretch of hundreds of sunflowers that bloomed beautifully. The trunk soared upwards until Varsha and Teja almost drowned invisible because they were lost high. The beautiful woman put one hand over her mouth. He did not expect to be treated to such a beautiful sight.
Teja glanced at her mother and smiled with satisfaction. Then slowly he led the beautiful woman through the path on the sidelines of flowers. While Varsha unceasingly turned her head left and right, still admiring the charm of her favorite flower.
His mother used to tell him that she was proposed with sunflowers by Varsha's father. Then every anniversary of their wedding, his father would give a sprig of sunflowers to his mother. The memories are so imprinted that as a child Varsha continued to dream of being proposed with a thousand sunflowers.
Although of course, the bigger he is, the more he buried deep in the childish dream. However, such fantasies will only occur in fairy tales, not in the real world. But now it seems that there is someone trying to prove to Varsha, that not all delusions are mere wishful thinking.
“Good work, Teja,” says Surya. “Thank you, Darling.”
The boy smiled and ran to his father. Leaving Varsha who was still standing a few steps behind. His expression was a mixture of being moved, amazed, and confused.
His sun prince now seemed to be standing right in the empty space in the middle of the garden. Looks tall and handsome in his suit despite being among the beautiful sunflowers. Then the handsome man carried his son and walked towards Varsha.
“I have got the blessing of pakde and budemu,” said Surya. “My mom likes you a lot too. To the extent that his own son seemed to lose the competition.”
“Even Teja has given his permission,” he added again accompanied by an enthusiastic nod from the boy.
“There is now one more person who has not given a definite answer ... and now he is standing before me.”
Teja then took out a dark blue elegant satin box from inside her pocket. Then carefully opened it in front of his mother. A white gold ring with a large and small diamond shaped like a sunflower appears.
“Will Mama accept Papa to be Mama's husband? And make Teja and Papa the two happiest men on earth?”
Varsha smiled as she rubbed her son's head and narrowed her eyes at Surya. “You even use your son now, huh?”
Surya raises his shoulders and puts on a sullen face. “You keep rejecting me. I'm desperate and have no other choice.”
“Papa himself planted all these sunflowers for Mama. I saw it myself,” Teja added defending her papa.
Varsha smiled at her baby and pinched her cheek. Then he turned his eyes back to Surya. “Really?”
“True,” the handsome man nodded. “I planted 999 sunflowers with my own two hands. Thank goodness everything grew well in three months.”
“I remember I wanted a thousand,” timpal beautiful woman half joking.
“If you want a thousand sunflowers, you must accept my proposal Varsha. Because I am the 1000th.” sunflower
The rain angel Surya suddenly bit his lip. It was as if trying to hide an helpless smile wanting to come out. Half moved and partly held the peck.
Of course Surya's heart broke. In his mind continued to appear various scenarios in which his lover would once again reject his proposal. This time using the request. The young man was silent in suspense while waiting for the next sentence from his rain angel.
“I want to still have the option to pursue my career. Be it going to school again or staying as an online comic writer or as a housewife" Varsha began.
Finally, the handsome man smiled and nodded. It seemed, he could breathe a sigh of relief now.
“There are times when I want time alone for whatever reason and I hope you can understand and let me for a moment.”
Surya was silent for a moment and then nodded back.
“I also want when I cook, you wash the dishes," added the beautiful woman again.
The young man chuckled and quickly nodded in agreement.
“I want Teja and our children to be free to choose their careers. Without having to be burdened with the title of successor of Akasa Group,” explained Varsha. “Unless they are interested and want to live it.”
Surya grabbed Varsha's hand and squeezed it slowly. Then looked at her lover earnestly while nodding.
“I want you to share your grievances and love your sorrows with me. With nothing to hide.”
The sun prince Varsha softly kissed the back of his hand and nodded his head again.
“If you accept it all, then there is only one more thing to say,” Varsha said with a big smile. Both of her sweet dimples appeared pretty.
“Surya Kingkin Abhiyoga, I want to be your wife.”
In an instant, Varsha closed Teja's eyes with one hand and gently kissed Surya's lips. Mengulumnya a moment and then separated again before their passion stirred and could no longer be held back. Slowly, the beautiful woman's hands came down from her son's face which was now grinning wide.
Sun prince Varsha then took out a diamond ring on a dark blue satin box that was still held tightly by Teja. Then he carefully put the beautiful golden circle on the ring finger of his lover. The two looked at each other and exchanged smiles. Of course by being witnessed by their little baby.
Surya then took Varsha's hand and ran through the sunflower garden. Teja is still in her arms. The beautiful woman was forced to follow her lover with a question mark expression.
“Where are we going in such a hurry?”
“KUA,” replied the man quickly.
“Hah?? Surya a minute .. wait a minute. The sun!!
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The curcol author:
Congrats Solar, Varsha, & Teja <3
Who remembers Varsha's dream of being proposed with 1000 sunflowers? hihihi (there are in Chapter 8 for those who want to inget2 xD)
For the same Varsha bet Surya can also be checked in chapter 43 for those who want to see hehe
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- Onion
