UNINTENTIONALLY

Episode 169's

THE YANGPU BRIDGE, SHANGHAI. 8.37 PM

Byurs.... It felt like entering the cold and dark water made Stevie's life on the doorstep of heaven and hell.

I don't know which phase he's at. Yet in this place of only white light, he lost his way. It felt like he needed someone who could help him get out of a place that made him confused.

But it was just a shadow. In fact, no one will save him from death.

Before Stevie's body entered the water, his eyes were closed and even had tears. She felt someone holding her waist and even hugging her. Stevie also felt that her soft lips were kissed by warm lips.

Stevie doesn't know for sure if it's just his imagination or not. Until he got into the water, his eyes were still reluctant to open.

He did not dare to look at his dark time. In the water, his clean skin was felt pricked by thousands of needles. So cold was the water, that it froze the heart and all its organs.

In this cold place, Stevie felt a little warmth from someone. When he opened his eyes, Stevie had already gotten the man he had avoided to gently kiss his lips.

His eyes grew bigger, as the two eyes looked at each other, lips were close together.

“Why. Why did he do it for me.”

Jackson hugged Stevie tightly, as if he didn't want to lose this woman. Moments after kissing Stevie, Jackson hugged her again. In this cold water, he looks happy when Stevie is fine.

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Breathing gasping for breath for a long time, making Jackson almost die in the water. Luckily, shortly after kissing Stevie, the girl did not make a fight. He might fall deeper into the river.

Jackson tried to give artificial breath. The girl fainted, just after she opened her eyes. On the riverbank, Jackson painstakingly gave his help to Stevie.

A moment later, Stevie woke up. The water coming out of his mouth was not too much.

“Vie.”

That first sound was a bit annoying to this lady's eardrum. But he was fully aware.

“Jackson!”

The man nodded. “Iya. It's me.”

“You...”.

Jackson immediately hugged Stevie— as the woman exhaled many questions for him.

“Do not do crazy things like this again in the future. I promise, after this, we won't see each other again. I'll disappear from your life.”

Degs.... Stevie rolled her eyes. In the arms of this man, he somehow felt touched by the words he had just said.

“Jackson..

“Iya. That's my promise vie.” This man ended his embrace, then looked at Stevie with deep intuition.

“You sure said so.”

Jackson nodded. “I don't want you depressed because of me. Therefore, I will end all this. I hope you can find the happiness you truly dream of.”

Those words, they've really pierced Stevie's tribe. Takes his heart, cuts his lungs. It even cracked his kidneys.

Stevie was crying, and this was the first time she had cried—right in front of this man.

“Hei. Vie. Don't cry.” Jackson tried to calm him down. He wants to be a good man, not a forced man. “I've thought about it well. You deserve to be happy. I will not force you to marry me again. I'm a selfish man, you don't deserve to be with me.”

“But not this way!”

Jackson raised his eyes, he looked at the woman who said hang this.

“What does it mean?”

Stevie pushed Jackson's body to the ground. Then Stevie was on top of him, and then Stevie, I don't know what demonic possession he had. He immediately finished off Jackson's lips.

Jackson was shocked. Seriously? Maybe he'll die suddenly when Stevie treats him impromptu.

Stevie bit Jackson's lip so badly that he didn't say anything more. Instead he enjoyed every gentle caress from the lips of this woman he adored.

Cold nights, not felt for both. They exchanged kisses, which made the two enjoy each other's warmth.

“I'll marry you,” shrewd Stevie whispers.

“Vie...”.

“I avenge your love!”

“Hah?”

“I avenge your love!” back Stevie whispering. Repeating his words earlier, he was not awkward.

“You?”

“I'm sure of my words!”

“Seriousness?” Jackson said again. He's not sure what Stevie said.

Stevie who was on top of him nodded. “I'll marry you. I said honestly.”

“Vie..

“Don't make me repeat my words again.”

This is what Jackson expected. The answer is Stevie. No. gabe. This is not enough to make Jackson happy. He's trying to hold it. Or not, very clear if he hasn't been able to release Stevie completely just now.

“Thank you...”.

“I should have said that,” Stevie interrogated him.

“You...... Hemph....”.

Stevie re-grugged Jackson's lips. And this man just fell silent. Stevie is so savage, it's terrible to be kissed by this woman.

From the top of the bridge, from the air, from the edge of the river above the cliff. The lights illuminate them. A moment later, there was a scream from above.

“We've found them!”

And obviously, this bully is the police team or the rescue team looking for them. Oh, Jackson knows. Steve must have done it.

At the end of the night it became something that ended up not special. Bad for Stevie, she confesses her feelings of being touched by the melow.

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Iqbal's age has entered one year and two months. The little one can walk. But baby, if Iqbal can not work freely in his house.

You know, young Dad—Steve. He severely restricted the movement of the child. The reason is simple, this man does not want his son why-why. Even when in their room upstairs, he put up a fence between the steps. He didn't want the little guy to fall.

As happened a few months ago, where the little one is very active. Walking crawled down, and fortunately this boy survived a fatal accident. He could have fallen down.

“Sayang. It's eight o'clock. Come quickly out!”

Again and again. Dinda had to scream from inside her room. His eyes were tired of waiting for the boy and he took a shower for hours.

And as usual. Dinda has to lower the ego. If he had been reluctant to enter the bathroom if Steve had been there, this time he could not help but enter.

“You guys why shower so long anyway!”

Dinda's not like a pussy. If Steve took his son to take a bath, he would have taken him a long time. Dinda wants to grimace crying, her son's hands are cold but still forced to take a bath—when the water is warm.

“You see. Iqbal's hands are wrinkled. Why are you treating my son like this. Hixes. You let my son get cold.”

Steve chuckled, instead of feeling guilty making his son coldly excited in the water, Instead he felt proud.

“Iqbal didn't want to get out of his little tub when I took him out. Really, he even held tightly on the edge of his little pool.”

“Long,” toilet Dinda. “You must reason. Usually, you are the one who invited him to linger in the bathroom.”

Steve grinned, his coolness this time looks pushy. Moreover, the mother of her son was already angry.

“Iya I said I was wrong. We're out now.”

Steve had to leave the bathroom. The naked body, as usual. Requesting handuki by Dinda. The big baby and the little baby are getting spoiled.

The little one groaned and screamed. He didn't seem willing to leave his little tub filled with ducks. No matter her tiny hands were already wrinkled, Dinda brought it out.

“What clothes am I wearing today?” ask Steve to Dinda.

She was in front of Dinda, completely naked. Dinda used to see her husband naked, even the towel was thrown into a dirty basket.

“As you requested last night. Wear batik.” Dinda pointed at the perfectly folded shirt, on the bed.

“I guess you didn't bring batik here.”

As Dinda remembers, she should have brought the batik. The batik used by Steve, the same as the batik he will wear and Iqbal.

Because they buy specifically for small families. Yesterday too, about a few months ago. While attending Vanya's and Zico's wedding, Iqbal and his parents were dressed in matching attire. Batik— shirt is the perfect choice.

When attending other family events in China, Steve, Dinda and his son are also the most prominent.

Iqbal's been in Dinda's clothes as well. And the boy looked excited, even going back and forth in the room. As he walked, the boy became more active. Ruffled Dinda's makeup, and last week broke the most expensive foundation Dinda ever had. Fortunately the room in the lock, or this child will run to the stairs.

Dinda helps Steve, buttoning his batik— which seems to make her husband more handsome.

“You are very gallant using this batik. Like my favorite actor.”

“Who?” ask Steve.

“Chinese actor who yesterday played teen drama.”

“Oh si DW.” Steve guessing.

Dinda nodded. “He's handsome. But my husband is much more handsome.”

“Cih. Newly acknowledge.”

“Iya. After that, you are more satisfied than the appearance.”

Steve snorted in amusement. If you don't remember today was Stevie's wedding, she must have taken Dinda to a luxury hotel. It could be a second child.

Finished helping Steve button up his batik, he sprayed perfume on the husband's clothes.

“People here will definitely be confused what we wear, what clothes,” said Steve to Dinda—, which made his wife fixated on the incident when people noticed this little family dressed up looking strange in the eyes of strangers.

“As happened a few months ago?”

Steve nodded. “Padahan coming to the wedding party using batik is very good.”

“Iya. But they don't understand Indonesian culture. So we understand.”

Usually, if they are present at various family events. Their relatives must have wondered. What clothes they wear. With a smile, Dinda answered the batik shirt.

Many are amazed, especially batik patterns are very cool. Even you know, because their clothes are OOTD, make people from the designer class interested in making clothes from batik.

“You know. Even Nelson Mandela used batik as his official dress at major events,”, Steve said. “Including attendance at UN official event.”

“Who is Nelson Mandela?” ask Dinda.

“President South Africa.”

Oh Dinda knows the guy. Black man who loves batik. Linda had heard the news.

Love Indonesia's.

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Justright. The mother, father and son wearing the batik became the center of attention of people at Stevie and Jackson's wedding. Surprisingly, that look seemed to be amazed.

Dinda and Steve climb into the cell where Stevie is. Stevie looks really pretty, with this beautiful wedding dress dangling.

They got married in the ballroom of the Jackson family hotel. The best place to hold a wedding.

“Kak. Congratulations on getting married. May Stevie be happy in the future,” said Dinda sumringah.

Stevie smile. “Thank you for your words.”

They both hugged. After that, Iqbal saw in his father's arms. Start, Stevie's ignorant attitude. He pinched his cheek slowly, his anxiety at Iqbal might pay off when he had his own son.

“Now Aunt is married. It must be because of your prayers, dear. Hiks.”

Seeing Stevie moved, Iqbal instead cried— made Steve keep his son from Stevie.

“Big brother bad influence.”

“Sial.”

And that was the end of Stevie's life. So the fugitive father, finally became the wife of his own best friend.

After congratulating Jackson and Stevie, Steve came to the father who was talking to many guests.

There was my mother, and my grandmother.

“Pa.”

“Hei. Nak.” The middle-aged man turned around, after which he hugged Steve.

“Finally Papa's wish materialized.”

“That's all because you guys helped. If not, your sister could be an old woman if you continue to avoid papa.”

“Papa,” Steve noticed his face. The old face that adorns the sense of happiness because his son and daughter are now married.

The old man looked. The look on that face looks bright. “You don't have to think about Papa anymore. Papa is fine now.”

The father knows, the sad look of his son—can be made sure that he is thinking about this old man.

“Is Papa happy?” ask Steve.

Master Wong nodded. “Much happier than now. Especially now that Papa has a handsome grandson. It feels like old age Papa is getting perfect.”

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Steve takes Dinda to the upper balcony, leaving Stevie's wedding. The little one was taken by his grandfather, so they had time together.

In this hotel, guests are provided with their own rest area. Steve used one of them.

“What brings me to my room?” ask Dinda.

“It has not been like this for a long time. Can I ask you something?”

“About?”

Steve approached Dinda, then ambushed her with a hug. “I miss time both.”

“Under is crowded. Stevie's wedding is not over.”

“Stupid. You didn't notice me.”

Dinda pinched her eyebrows, Steve was weird.

Apparently, her husband is massaging her head, it looks like she is in deep trouble.

“You're okay, right?”

Steve clucked, Dinda's left hand he pulled rough, then stuck it on Steve's forehead.

“I'm sick today. And you don't even pay attention to me!”

“Ah Yes. Your body hot.”

Steve was sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked lethargic. While Dinda is looking for something to wear to lower her husband's heat.

Fortunately there was a compress device, so Dinda compressed Steve with warm water.

“Sorry. I thought you asked for that.”

Steve, who was laying down his body, responded lethargic. His eyes were closed, but his hand was tightly holding Dinda's hand.

“Here only. Don't go anywhere. I don't want my wife to go.”

“I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay here.”

Steve pulled Dinda, then put her to bed in his chest. Dinda felt that heartbeat. It's the first day Dinda saw her husband have a fever since he first met.

“Because often shower later. You're getting a fever. Next time the bath should be fast, let it not be like this again.”

Dinda blabbed, Steve does care. Those eyes ignored Dinda's words.

“If I am not sick like this, would you like to give me a super.” service

“Ngak,” hardik Dinda. “Where can I do it. Basic pervert.”