VIRA (Viki And Nara)

Part 10's. ReSa

It's been three days Sara's stay at the Renggo family's house. Take good care of baby Al. If it's morning to afternoon she'll be looking after baby Al.

Spend time with that one-year-old baby. He played and also studied. Sara knows very well, if the baby Al must love the new thing.

Sara happily teaches everything to baby Al. Of course, while playing. Introduce the baby with a variety of new things

Sara felt her life right now was really fun. And Sara is really enjoying her life right now.

Learn to be a mother-to-be for baby Al and also wife for Renggo.

But Sara also doesn't just play with baby Al. There are times when the prospective stepchildren rest and sleep.

This time Sara used to learn to cook with the chef in this house. Sara asked him to teach her to cook Renggo's favorite food.

And of course food for baby Al too. Baby Al eats like an adult. The texture of the food is a little soft.

Carefully, Sara heard and saw every direction from the chef's words while teaching and guiding him to cook.

Different if it's night. He'll be with Renggo looking after baby Al. Even if only for a moment. Baby Al must be sleepy and rested.

Sara spends her time with Renggo. Sara knows more about Renggo. Makes her love this man more.

But neither Renggo nor Sara still kept their limits. Just kissing and hugging. Not more.

"Aaaa,,, I can..!!!" sara shouted, jumping in excitement while clapping her hands.

All the servants and chefs who saw him smiled happy to see how cute their young master's wife-to-be was. "What do you think?" sara asked for an opinion.

"From the looks of it's good. I don't know taste. Is Renggo gonna like it?" Sara answered the question she asked herself.

Implied expression of worry on Sara's face. Of course, even though this was his first meal, he wanted Renggo to praise him.

And surely Sara would feel proud of herself. As if what he did was not in vain.

"Madam Sara need not worry, Young master Renggo must love it." they tried to make Sara feel confident with her first cooking for Renggo.

Sara took out a responsibility-sized bowl and several small bowls. "You try." pinta Sara, filling all the bowls next to her hands.

"No need Miss. Isn't that for Young Master Renggo." he politely declined.

Sara pointed to a responsibility-sized bowl. "This is for my future husband. And look. Much more?"

Sara showed them her cooking in the pot. "Let's try. Put some value on my cooking. But the honest one." pinta Sara.

Sara put her palms together in front of her chest. Saw the maids tasting his cooking.

Like waiting for the assessment. That was the feeling Sara was feeling right now. Tense mixed with curiosity.

With a little anxiety, they did as Sara ordered. "Enak Miss. The amount of the spice is also right." he said while nodding slowly.

Sara thins her lips. "You're not lying. Don't lie, just to please." said Sara.

"No Miss. The vow. It's so good." praise the others.

A little, Sara could breathe a sigh of relief. Will answer them on the value of his cooking.

Sara looked at the chef next to her. Where was the teacher who taught Sara to cook. The chef smiled. Understand the wishes of the prospective employer.

"As they say Miss. Your cooking is delicious. The roof fits, according to the dose. Only, the meat is too tender. Maybe Miss boiled it for too long." explained the chef.

Sara remained silent. To understand the words of the chef. "But this is Miss's first cooking. Just a little shortcoming. Not a big deal." continued the chef.

Sara smiled perfectly. "Thank you all. Thanks chef. After this, I'll be more eager to learn to cook." Everyone smiled at the nature and attitude of Sara.

A few days' stay at Mr. Smith's. Sara easily steals the affection of all the residents in this house.

Sara's friendly, polite, and easy-to-mix nature and attitude. Making anyone will immediately like a figure like Sara.

Even all the workers at Mr. Smith's residence wished that Sara and Renggo would marry soon.

Without Sara knowing, a few pairs of eyes saw the interaction of her and a few helpers in the kitchen.

When Sara decides to cook without the help of the maids and chefs. The butler immediately contacted the owner of the house.

Not trying to take Sara down. The butler wanted his master to see how his spirit would be for their son-in-law to cook for him.

"Please, keep this. Warm up when you eat later. I want Renggo to taste my first meal." Sarah chuckles with a happy twinkle.

Sara spread out her hands. "I want to take a shower, then take a break for a while" explained Sara. Baby Al is also sleeping well.

"Please Miss." they said together.

They looked at the back of Sara who was walking up the stairs. "Thank God. It seems like Young Master was not mistaken this time."

"really. I was also thankful. Young Master divorced from that woman. She's not very worthy of being Young Madam."

"Have, you guys even worshiped. There work." drive the butler to his partner.

As Sara said. Sara cleaned her body and closed her eyes. Even if only for a moment. When he woke up, his body was fresh.

In the company, Renggo is the arrival of important guests. He was the one Renggo ordered to find out about Giska's activities the past two years.

Earlier, Renggo told the secretary. Not to disturb them. "What did you find?"

Without speaking, he placed a large brown envelope on the table. Renggo Segers' hand took the envelope. Take out all the iso in it with patient tidka.

Sure that there was information in it that he wanted to see. "Every night just partying. Spending money. And hired some men to accompany them. And your ex-wife is among those socialite women."

Renggo held up a few photos in his hand. "Is this all the men they hired?"

He nodded, answering Renggo's question. Carefully, Renggo looked and observed every picture of the man in the photo.

Renggo put it back on the table. "Is there nothing else?" Renggo did not see what he wanted to see was there.

She shook her head. Know if Renggo this time is not satisfied with the results of his work. "You sure?" press Renggo.

She's speechless. His eyes shone with doubt to open his mouth. "I paid your job very dearly." - Renggo.

He sighed. "There was one night. Where Mrs Giska spent the night in a hotel. I've been investigating it. But it's not producing any results at all."

"Which hotel?"

He mentioned the name of the hotel. And Renggo knows who the owner is. "When did Giska spend the night there?"

He mentioned the date on which Giska slept at the hotel. "You can go." throw out Renggo.

He left the Renggo company with a heavy heart. He knew, if Renggo was not satisfied even disappointed with his work this time.

Even though Renggo still paid him as usual. But he felt guilty and bad.

Renggo took his cell phone, and called someone. "Can we meet?" ask Renggo with someone he just called on his cell phone.

"no need. I want us to meet at your hotel restaurant." explains Renggo, with the phone still stuck to his left ear.

"Hmm." Renggo then ended his phone call.

"If I don't get what I want. I should use the same way as him."

Renggo smiled obliquely. "DNA test." said Renggo without hesitation.

While in the hospital, Erlangga held a white rectangular envelope. Where in front of him printed the name of the hospital now he is.

"Ckk, why don't you open it right away?" upset the doctor and his best friend.

"Are you crazy!!" snapped, seeing Erlangga instead stared with a complicated gaze at her.

"Don't just shut up. Don't scare me!!" the doctor held a large syringe, directing it to Erlangga.

The injection was like a sharp knife to him. If Erlangga assorted, the doctor will not hesitate to stick the syringe to the body of Erlangga.

Erlangga. Put the envelope back on the table. "Aki's afraid." her great-grandchild shrieked, there was a doubtful tone mixed with worry.

"Are you acting?" the doctor was afraid that Erlangga was just mengeprank himself.

Erlangga raised his face, staring at the doctor. There was a feeling of worry in the radiance of Erlangga's eyes. "What if he's really my son. My kid. My flesh-blood?"

"You are, dare to do berati must dare to take responsibility."

"We only did it once. It was not intentional either. And we don't know each other." honestly Erlangga, he was no longer able to hold all this alone.

The doctor's eyes were perfectly rounded. "Evertime. And directly so. Great." he shook his head.

"That's not what I want to hear." growled Erlangga. "I know, if I'm great."

The doctor immediately poked his lips. Sorry to praise Erlangga. "From the beginning you haven't changed." he exclaimed.

"You know if she's that girl. That means you've met. Just marry me. Slapdash. Why even think complicated." said the doctor, think simple.

Guessing if a woman found Erlangga, and telling Erlangga if she had a child with Erlangga.

"Everything is not that easy. Not as easy as it is in your brain." said Erlangga began to be frustrated.

"Whatever. It's your life, not mine." It's easy to relax.

"Is he married?" Erlangga.

"Yes already. Marry off. Beres." the doctor raised his palm on the table.

"Erlangga, why do you think complicated. It's not open yet." point it at the white envelope on his desk.

"You don't know the contents yet. What's the DNA test result. Just make a sling." get upset.

Erlangga then handed the envelope to the doctor. "Bukain." asked.

Roughly, the doctor snatched the envelope in Erlangga's hand that hung in front of him. "Now this time there's a patient telling me to." she was upset.

Impatiently, the envelope was opened. See what the DNA test was a few days ago. "See."

The doctor revealed the DNA test paper on Erlangga's front desk. "Look." it's on a percentage.

Erlangga let out a long breath. His gaze slowly turned to the paper that was in front of him. To where his best friend's finger is.

Both of Erlangga's eyes stared intensely at the DNA results. Her breath feels tight. "You, son and father. He's your son. ninety-nine percent fits." asserted the doctor.

Erlangga leaned her body and rubbed her hair rough with her fingers. "That means he really is my flesh and blood." said Erlangga.

It was as if there was a heavy burden on his shoulders. "Yes. And you have to admit it. What would you do if he didn't have a father?"

"He already has it." - Erlangga.

"So the woman who slept with you married another man. Did the man accept your son?"

"They are not a couple. He's not married." obviously Erlangga is not excited.

The doctor is getting confused. "Really, I was confused myself. Your son already has a father. But the woman you slept with isn't married?"

Erlangga. "Everything's complicated. I don't have the energy to explain."

Erlangga took the results of the DNA test and left the doctor's room without saying goodbye.

After the death of Erlangga, the doctor is still trying to think about the problems experienced by his best friend. "It's complicated. What really happened. I don't understand, did Erlangga give the wrong explanation."

Erlangga did not immediately drive his car. Stay in the hospital parking area. He sat in the steering chair.

Holding the DNA test paper and looking at it closely. "Now what should I do?" ask him to yourself.

Erlangga was not at all interested and thought about Giska. But she was only thinking about baby Al. The adorable year-old baby turned out to be his son.

Meat blood. His biological son. A father's instinct came out suddenly. The feeling of wanting to have everything in the child appears.

"Renggo, does he know this?" Erlangga tried to guess.

"If Renggo finds out, will she accept baby Al. She will love Baby Al. What exactly Renggo already knows."

"But, if Renggo finds out. Why is he silent. Why she's taking care of baby Al. Even treating him like his own biological son."

Various questions arose in Erlangga's mind.

Erlangga squeezed the paper in his hand firmly. "What should I do. Appeared, and recognized baby Al as my biological son. Or the... A...!!!" Erlangga was frustrated.

It feels really confusing. He really doesn't know what to do. Especially if the guess is right.

Renggo doesn't know the truth about all this. His biggest fear, when Renggo found out. What will happen to his son. Is Renggo going to throw it away.

Erlangga scooped up the roughness of her face. Confusion has caught up with him. He needs someone. Someone he can talk to and discuss.

Someone who won't divulge his secret to anyone. Including his parents.

And that guy is just one. Sara.

But here, Sara is Renggo's future wife. She is also the stepmother of her son. "Do I have to take baby Al. Caring for itself. Anyways. He's my son."

Erlangga leaned her body against the chair. Put his face up. "I have to think rationally and carefully. Don't let me step wrong."

Erlangga. "Yes, right. I have to monitor the situation. Especially Giska is back. I should be careful of him too."

Erlangga knows little about Giska. Because Sara once said how Giska nature to him.

And from his investigation, Giska was indeed a reckless woman. And right now, Giska's economy is not doing well.

"I will not make her my wife. Must have ever conceived my son. I'm still sane, not to do that." he murmured.

Remembering the lifestyle of a Giska. Although Erlangga did not see for himself with his eyes. But he believed his man.