
Feelings of love that have long grown will not be easy to extinguish even though the storm hit, like Deta's love for Ricky that has grown since five years ago and it is very much realized by Angga who is always on the side of Deta after the failure of her marriage.
"Master?" Dhirgam looks worried at Angga who is still pensive in his apartment.
Angga exhaled violently, as if doing so would reduce the burden on his heart.
"Have I been wrong to hold it all this time?" Angga's gaze looked far ahead, but his memory swirled backwards.
Four years ago...
Deta still looked at the furious man who was now in front of her. Angrily he threw a document stating their relationship as a married couple that was legal in the eyes of the country's law.
"I told you, I don't want to and won't marry anyone! Our marriage is just pretending that Mr. Ricky stopped chasing me, but what are you doing now?" deta shouted, anger made him forget that Angga had helped him for the past year.
Angga picked up the documents lying on the floor. "I knew. I thought you might have changed your mind."
"No, Ga! I can't change what happened. I can't marry another man, while the most important thing about me is already his." - sergeant Deta, his hand just kept wiping his stomach.
'It's been a year. Why hasn't the seed grown? Or will it not grow?' inner Deta.
His ignorance of the process of life in the womb of a woman makes him always covered in fear of the growth of seeds planted Ricky even though Deta does not remember it at all.
Angga grabbed Deta's shoulder. "That's impossible, Deta! I know Ricky very well. He wouldn't do that. You must have misunderstood."
The two eyebrows of Deta almost fused together because his mind thought hard until his forehead wrinkled. "He himself admitted it. And I promised myself that I wouldn't get married because I couldn't give my husband what he wanted. If I break it, it's the same that I've forgotten the principles I've created."
"Shit!!!" as Angga said, he felt out of his mind to persuade Deta to accept their marriage.
Amidst the uproar that occurred between Angga and Deta, suddenly they were both startled by the crying of a baby who was in the next room.
"Rayyan?" yell at them at the same time.
In a hurry, Angga and Deta approached a cute little baby lying in a baby box.
"Are you hungry, honey?" Deta carried the baby, her maternal instincts just growing every time she was near the baby.
Angga rubbed the top of the baby's head and landed his kiss on the baby's forehead. "I am your daddy, Darling.(i am your father, darling.)"
Deta was so shocked to hear Angga's words. "What do you mean?"
A stiff smile that was slightly forced was painted on Angga's face. The cold nature gradually melted because of the warmth obtained from Deta and her family.
"This is why we should get married. Rayyan needs parents. You and I will be his parents. And in order to be his legally valid parents, we have to get married and make Rayyan our son" Angga explained.
Although hard to accept all this, but for the sake of Rayyan finally Deta agreed to the marriage with a heavy heart.
"For Rayyan."
Memory ends...
Once again, Angga felt such a heavy burden in his heart. At first, he did not love Deta. Angga was only ambitious towards Deta who had always rejected him all this time, and at that time he had just tried to open his heart that was injured because of Mika. Gradually, the warmth and independence shown by Deta made Angga lulled and began to enjoy his role as a father and also a husband. Only those closest to them know the true circumstances. In the presence of outsiders and business associates, Angga always introduced Deta as his wife and Rayyan as his successor.
"Is it time I let go? What should I tell Rayyan?" lirih Angga, he is really taking on his role as a father.
Dhirgam faithfully listened to every complaint that Angga made. In his heart, he felt so sorry for his boss that he has now shown many changes.
'Don't give up, sir! You have lost a lot, then continue your struggle.' Inner Dhirgam.
***
A luxury car is already parked in the yard of the house owned by young master Riady, Dito Riady. The minimalist house that holds many beautiful memories has now returned to belong to the Riady family. The house that was burned down due to the carelessness of Deta in the past.
Deta looked at the house, hesitating to go inside. Moreover, his current appearance was simply unreasonable. Deta wore a thick top with a turtle neck covering her neck, she also wore a pair of pants that were quite large and looked like a skirt. Deta felt like a clown, wearing such clothes in the tropical climate of the country.
"Why? You don't want to go home? Still want to be with me?" tempt Ricky, he actually knows that Deta is uncomfortable with his clothes.
Deta clucked in annoyance. "I don't like these clothes! I look fat when I wear it. Anyway I look like a fool wearing this kind of clothes in the scorching sun."
Ricky did not stop watching Deta's lips move with agility, very much different from Deta five years ago. Unable to resist the temptation of the lips, Ricky immediately grabbed the nape of Deta and ambushed the rannum lips in a single motion without warning.
"Emm .. emm ...." Deta tries to encourage Ricky's body to release the link of their lips.
Although forced, Ricky also let go of the link and smiled happily when he saw the red hue on Deta's cheek.
"It's not polite!!!" sumput Deta, put on a pouting face with lips pressed.
"Why do you always tease me, honey?" ricky complained, feeling something tight in his pants.
Deta began to understand Ricky's intentions, as soon as he saw the man's gaze and also his hand that began to re-grab the nape of Deta. With a slight bluff, Deta throws Ricky in the hand and immediately opens the car door.
"Basic pervert!!!" ketus Deta just before he got out of Ricky's car.
Ricky stared at the departure of his beloved woman with a triumphant smile. "You can't run anywhere, baby! Because once again, you made me fall in love with you."
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