Waiting for your Love to Grow

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"Sir Denis!" Vanya cried while dragging his hands from behind to Denis' neck, when he saw the man sitting alone on a chair on the balcony.

Denis who was seriously examining some documents was surprised. He quickly put away the woman's hand, having previously placed the paper in his hand next to his seat.

"Vanya, what are you!" Denis immediately stood up when he realized who was hugging him.

Vanya did not stay still, he walked around through the chair to get closer to Denis. He tried to swoop in Denis's arm, but quickly Denis brushed Vanya's hand away. That made Vanya furious.

"Sister Denis why the hell is this, not asian?" Vanya said as she crossed her arms in front of her chest, and threw her face away.

Denis did not care about the babble of the girl, he was now busy tidying up the documents on the table and chair.

"Is this because of my sister's wife?" Vanya said with his face, making Denis pause from his activities, then slightly turned his head to look at the girl.

"What do you mean?" Denis asked with a face that he didn't like.

Without the two of them noticing, there was now a pair of eyes that were busy watching the two of them, from behind the curtain that covered the glass window that bound the balcony and the other room on the second floor, the house.

Vanya sits on a chair that is now used as a pile of some documents that have been neatly arranged by the owner. The woman raises her right leg crossed over her left leg, making her leg color and part of her thighs explorated because indeed the clothes worn by Vanya are only short-sleeved dresses that are long above the knee.

Denis tried to turn his eyes away from the girl who was deliberately teasing him. He sped up his work, putting the papers he had brought to the maps, where they were.

"Sister used to be a cool friend to joke around with, walk together, clubbing and spend time together or just the two of you, but now? Where can you be brother kayak first? Just like I'm allergic" the girl grumbled. "Where have you ever been hanging out together, let alone clubbing? It must be the wife of the sister who is not slang that ngorangkakan", said the girl.

At first Denis did not want to respond to Vanya's speech, because in fact he was and now has been much different. If in the past he almost always spent the night with his friends just to hang out at the cafe or at the bar, even clubbing until the morning, but since marriage he prefers to be at home with his wife. It can even be counted with fingers how many times he was out hanging out with his friends, even then in the early days of marriage.

But because Vanya brought his wife in his tirade, Denis finally made a sound. "When I never forbid me to hang out with anyone or forbid me to do this and that. And it's precisely because of that attitude that I prefer to spend my time with him at home rather than outside" Denis said calmly.

"Mas, I've been waiting for the others at the dinner table!" Excited Nabila, making everyone on the balcony look at him.

Denis smiled gently at his wife who walked over to him. "Dear, baby" said Denis, who was almost done with his work.

"Do I need help, ma'am?" Ask Nabila.

"No need, baby, it's done!" Denis said, pointing out the work he just finished. He then wrapped one of his hands around his wife's waist and kissed the woman's head.

"Let's eat! Surely your cooking is good" Denis said while demanding Nabila leave where they are now, regardless of Vanya who is now holding his hand.

"Vanya, let's eat first!" Take Nabila, when passing in front of Vanya. Nabila actually still holds a grudge against Vanya, but he tries to hold back and tries to learn to forgive the girl.

"Why baby?" Denis asked, when he felt his wife's legs no longer in rhythm with her footsteps.

Nabila just shook her head, then returned to step foot, leaving her husband who now dreamt of his wife's attitude. But again he had to force his feet to stop stepping, when his eyes caught the figure he had longed for, not far from where he was standing now.

"Papi" said Nabila without making a sound. The woman tried to hold back the tears that almost fell. Suddenly a hand gripped his wrist, but not painful. "Come, baby!" Denis said slowly, pulling his woman's hand to follow him.

"Om, auntie!" Denis greeting makes the dining room that was once crowded, suddenly became quiet. As if commanded, simultaneously four pairs of eyes were diverted to the presence of Denis and his wife.

"Denis how are you? You are getting so cute", asked a woman named Vivi, who is none other than Mama Vanya, along with a big smile of the woman towards the person she asked.

"Well, tan", Denis replied no less friendly, but his friendly face immediately turned flat when he saw Vivi's face turned cynical towards his wife.

"Include me, this is my wife, Nabila", Denis said, rubbing her palm on his shoulder.

"Honey, this is aunt Vivi and this is omm Dahlan" said Denis, whose hands move alternately toward the people he introduced his wife to.

Nabila looked at Vivi and Dahlan alternately as she smiled a thin smile and lowered her head as a sign of respect for their introduction, shortly before Denis finally invited him to sit in a chair that had been ditarim by the man before.

Of the four humans who had been in the dining room, there was one person who still maintained his gaze toward the couple, after a few minutes of changing time. Not in the direction of a married couple, but more precisely in the direction of Nabila.

The man, who was almost 60 years old, looked at Nabila, without caring about the chatter of the people around him. There was an aura of sadness within the man's gaze. Several times his eyes met with Nabila's eyes. And when that happens he'll duck deep.

"Dad, can I club with Denis tonight?" Suddenly Vanya who came directly hugged Dahlan from behind. The girl smiled cunningly towards Denis and Nabila.

"Darling, do you not like to stay at home with this dady and momy, enjoy family togetherness while in Indonesia?" Dahlan said as she gently rubbed her daughter's hand.

"Come on dad, it's Sunday night. Kayak Dady was never young", whined Vanya.

There was a lara who came to Nabila, when he saw so close the son and father who were in front of him. The old closeness he never saw again, since his father was more busy with his new secretary than with his own family. He wanted to cry and protest with the old man, but his mouth seemed to be locked due to deep wounds.

"Even he could harm his own flesh and blood, for the sake of the happiness of the child of the woman who had no self-respect", Nabila thought when remembering a voice that was not so foreign to him on the night of the abduction. Nabila clenched her hands tightly while looking at Vivi and Dahlan alternately.

"May you do, dad. Pity her if she is told to stay home while here", Vivi's voice was haunting while stroking her husband's arm gently. "You want Denis, nemenin Vanya?" Continue Vivi while looking at Denis as if begging.

Vivi believes Denis will not refuse her request, because Dahlan is there. Repentance is a strong reason.