VIRA (Viki And Nara)

Part 01's. ReSa (Renggo Sara)

"His Funny..." Sara put baby Al on her lap, pinching the squashy cheeks of a toddler who a few days ago was even a year old.

"Mam-ma. mamm-ma." said Al in the voice of her baby.

Sara laughed at the way baby Al spoke and expressed. "Oh yes, dear. Auntie's got something for Al."

Sara reached into her bag, taking something from inside. "Tralala.it's for you, handsome little prince."

Sara gives a small toy robot to baby Al. Then kiss back both cheeks puffed.

Showing a pleased expression, baby Al took it. Baby Al looked at Sara. It was as if her infant self wanted to say thank you to Sara.

"Sama-sama." chuckles Sara, kissing the puffed cheek of baby Al repeatedly with anxiety. Make baby Al laugh again because of the amused taste.

Without Sara knowing, Mrs Binta saw her interaction with the granddaughter from behind the glass. A faint smile appeared on Madam Binta's face.

Madam Binta knows that Al also feels comfortable being close to Sara. The granddaughter always laughed, no matter what Sara did to her.

Baby Al is not an easy baby to get along with strangers. He is very choosy, will only be invited by the closest people.

But not with Sara, without Sara approachpun, baby Al immediately sticky since first met.

"I'm sorry, did Al bother you?" Renggo who had just been from behind, immediately sat down beside Sara.

Kissing the son's cheek. "God..." Renggo shook his head, as baby Al's hand was rubbing his cheek that had just been kissed by him.

Sara laughs at baby Al. "It looks like he just wants to be kissed by a beautiful woman." licked Renggo, pinching his son's cheek.

Renggo, Sara, and baby Al. The three joked with laughter always coloring their every chat because of the funny baby Al. The three of them looked like a whole family that was feeling happiness.

Madam Binta's feelings warmed up to see her. Without knowing it, this was exactly what he wanted. Seeing the son have an escort.

A woman who can be a wife as well as a mother for Renggo and baby Al.

It's not that Madam Binta doesn't want to care for or raise baby Al. But he understands. If Renggo and baby Al need a female figure other than her.

Wife and mother. And Mrs Binta saw that Sara had come at the right time. Madam Binta could also feel, if Sara really sincerely loved her granddaughter.

However, only one obstacle, why until this moment. Neither Mr. Smith nor Mrs Binta could approve of their relationship.

Madam Binta immediately walked out of her place, before her existence was realized by Renggo or Sara.

From then on, Renggo knew. If the mother stood watching them from somewhere else. "What's wrong?" sara asked, seeing that Renggo was smiling. But Renggo looked the other way.

"Nothing." Renggo stroked Sara's hair gently.

Renggo looked towards the clock that was coiled around his wrist. Then take Al, from Sara's lap.

"I'll take you. Just a minute." Renggo walked to the back holding baby Al.

"Wait." pinta Sara, make Renggo's legs restrained to step. Cup,,, Sara kissing soft cheeks baby Al. "It." Sara stroked the cheek of baby Al.

"OK." said Renggo. And Sara knows where Renggo's headed. Giving baby Al to his nanny. "Come." take Renggo after returning from behind.

Renggo reached out her hand with a smile, happily, Sara replied to Renggo's hand size. Tuck his little fingers between Renggo's fingers.

"Where?" asked Renggo, when both of them were in the car.

"Studio. I have a photo shoot until noon." explained Sara.

Renggo nodded, driving his car to where Renggo wanted to go. "Sar, how did you answer. Have you decided?"

A few days ago, Renggo questioned Sara's readiness for her to marry. But Renggo, wanted Sara to no longer work as an artist.

Renggo wants Sara to be his wife, for herself and her children. Just like my mom and Nara. As a housewife. Not a career woman.

Moreover, this was the absolute requirement of Mr. Smith and Mrs Binta. If Renggo and Sara really want to get married. Sara must be willing to give up her artistry.

Sara remained silent. He also did not have an answer to Renggo's request a few days ago.

The silence of Sara, made Renggo guess, if the woman next to him was still worried. And I don't know, Sara was worried about what. Renggo also did not understand and guess.

Worried that Renggo got married. Or worried about having to leave the stage that has raised his name.

"Is this a condition of both of your parents?" sara asked, opening her mouth.

"Yes. I'm sorry, if both of my parents seem selfish." - great-granddaughter Renggo.

To the destination, both Renggo and Sara were both silent. There was no more conversation between them.

"What time you're done. Let me pick it up." haggo, as Sara took off the seatbelt on her body.

"No need, after this I will gather with friends. May it?" obviously Sara, while asking for permission.

Cup... "Don't come home late." Renggo kissed Sara's forehead briefly. And Sara just nodded small.

After dropping off Sara, Renggo returned to the company. But his mind could not concentrate. As a result, in the afternoon he decided to go to Viki's house instead of going home.

The night was getting late, and Renggo was still at home in the residence of the half-brother. Nara's.

"Why haven't you come home yet!?" annoyed Viki, he was disturbed by the arrival of Renggo since this afternoon.

And to this day, Renggo is still sitting in a chair. Like refusing to stand up. "Help me." whine Renggo.

"You're this." Viki murmured.

Renggo asks Nara and Viki for help. Only one, which makes the mother and papa want to accept Sara as his future wife. Unconditionally.

"Sister, didn't Nara ever say. The key is in Sara's sister. Nara is sure, mom will accept Sara's sister, if Sara's sister stops being an artist." explains Nara honestly.

"Ckk, it looks like Sara is a little heavy leaving her profession." decak Renggo.

Once Renggo asked Sara to stop, but Sara said that she was still under contract with the Viki company.

And if Sara breaks her contract unilaterally, it means Sara has to pay a penalty that is not small.

And Renggo, he's willing to pay. But Sara refused. He did not want the Renggo family to look badly at him.

"Maybe mom and dad seem selfish. But Nara can understand why they're doing it." explains Nara.

"Aren't you and Viki the same as Sara. You are also always highlighted by the camera." said Renggo.

Although Viki is not an artist, but his life is not far from the camera of journalists. Because what, because indeed Viki is one of the successful young business people in his field.

"I knew from the beginning. And I'm ready." said Nara, making Viki smile.

"If it's hard, leave it. Find another woman." chirped Viki, and got a hard pat on his thigh from the wife.

"Darling, sleep. It's time for you to sleep. It must be midnight when you wake up again. Mumpung baby boy is also still sleeping." Viki's orders, taken by Nara.

Nara will always wake up in the middle of the night. When the baby cries. And Nara will stay up late to take care of the son, certainly accompanied by Viki with half-circumcised eyes.

"Sister, Nara went inside first." said Nara to Renggo.

"Renggo. If you're sure Sara's the right woman, you have to fight for her. But remember, you have to be able to take a stand." Viki explained.

Renggo. "That's what I'm thinking."

"Talk to Sara from heart to heart" said Viki, leaving Renggo alone.

Renggo glared in disbelief. "Heey, I'm still here. I'm a guest." exclaimed Renggo.

Unfortunately, Viki instead waved his hand without turning back, and continued his footsteps. "Ipar sableng." said Renggo.

Inevitably, Renggo leaves Nara and Viki's house irritated.

Elsewhere, a woman and a man get into a fight in a small alley. "Take off...!" exclaimed Giska, when his hand was firmly blocked by the man.

"Say, where's my son?!" ask her with crossed eyes.

"Child. Which woman would plant the seeds of a man like you. Cuiiihh.." spit Giska next to the man.

"Yes...!!!" he shouted, after Giska had lifted his knee and was precise about ***********.

It was not wasted by Giska, he immediately ran away from the man he had slept with, even if only one night. Damn, their actions have produced results.

"Damn, why is he here?" ask Giska in my heart.

Giska bit her fingertips anxiously. "I have to get out of this country. I can't see him anymore." muttered Giska, immediately running his car.

Giska still clearly remembered, where she and her social group went to the country. And like the nights before. They're drunk. And spend the night in chaos.

Somehow it happened, Giska woke up with a naked body. In a hotel room. With a foreign man sleeping beside her, in the same condition as her. Naked.

Damn, the guy looks good. And quite familiar, because the man is a famous artist. And Giska knows it.

Not wanting until the man woke up and still found himself, Giska immediately picked up and put on the clothes scattered on the floor. And left the hotel room.

"I've been acting this far, and managed to get rid of the child. Where could I go back and tell Renggo the truth. My life can drift." annoyed Giska, hit the car's steering force.

Yes, Giska prefers to leave his parents who are now living a simple life in a remote village. Far from the crowd. Open a small business, and live quietly.

Giska, of course, could not follow their will. Giska asked for a large amount of money, the result of the father selling his companies.

Giska left them and returned to free life, as he wished. Giska smiles smirk. "How is he doing?" ask Giska to herself.

It flashed a shadow of Renggo in his mind. I don't know what's on his cunning mind right now.

In an apartment, a beautiful woman is disturbed by her sleep, due to the sound of a cell phone that does not want to stop.

Sara, I don't want to open her eyes. "Ckk, why is he calling so early." murmured Sara annoyed, seeing the clock showing at four in the morning local time.

"Hello,, it's still too early to wake up, sir." Sara got annoyed at someone across the phone.

"OK, but it's still time to hunt for dinner." Erlangga cheered, knowing that Sara was upset with him.

Erlangga is currently abroad. He decided not to renew his contract with Viki.

Unlike Sara, who extended her contract. And Erlangga knows exactly why Sara did it. None other than wanting to be near Renggo.

"Hello, Sara, are you still there?" asked Erlangga, because he did not listen to the scornful voice of his best friend.

"Hmmm..." Sara simply replied with her eyes closed.

"I found Sara, I found the woman I was sleeping with." Erlangga explained enthusiastically.

"But hell, he managed to run away. Shit, do I have to follow your advice. Have someone find out about him." by Erlangga across the phone.

"And I'm sure she's pregnant with my son. I'm sure." somehow Erlangga gained confidence from where. If the woman he accidentally slept with was only once pregnant with her child.

"Hello, Sara...!!" yelled Erlangga, feeling as if he was talking to himself. And her guess was right, even though she shouted, Sara did not even let out her voice.

"Ckk,, basic." with a feeling of annoyance, Erlangga turned off his phone unilaterally.

As usual in the morning, Mr. Smith's residence is always bustling with baby Al babbles, which have now begun to run. "Unfortunately papa." call Renggo, hold baby Al, and shower her with a kiss.

Renggo gives baby Al to her nanny, and she soon joins her parents for breakfast. "Where were you last night?" ask Mr. Smith to interrupt.

Renggo took the food and put it on his plate. "Viki's House."

Mr. Smith and Mrs Binta looked at him in disbelief. "Call them, and ask if they don't believe" said Renggo feeling his parents did not believe.

"Don't repeat the same thing a second time" Mrs Binta reminded.

Because, in the past Renggo often spent the night with Giska. And this is how it turned out.

"But, if mama and papa still do not approve, it looks like Renggo will repeat it again" explained Renggo without burden.

Takk.... Mr. Smith put down his spoon violently. Make a loud sound that comes from the clash of spoons and plates.

Madam Binta and Renggo were stunned by Mr. Smith's actions. This was the first time he had done such a thing in the dining room.

"The terms of papa remain the same. If you dare to violate it, papa will not hesitate to revoke your inheritance." threatened Mr. Smith, standing left the dining room.

Madam Binta snorted bitterly staring at the son. "Whatever, if you think we're selfish parents. But we are doing it for your good." said Mrs Binta, soon after the husband.