Waiting for your Love to Grow

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Denis turned his gaze towards Nabila. He tried to go deeper into both eyes of his wife who was now also looking at him, to find an answer that would help him make a decision.

"Where's Den? Whisper?" Ask Vivi again.

And that voice cut off the couple's eye contact. However, before Nabila actually turned his gaze in the other direction, a faint faint glimpsing smile from the lips of the woman coincided with a nod of her head.

"Sorry aunt, I can't. I have a lot of work to do today as well. Besides tonight I promised Nabila to accompany her shopping" Denis said, making Nabila dare to lift her head back, then smile happily at her husband.

It seemed obvious, disappointment on the faces of Vivi and Vanya. But not with Dahlan. The man seemed pleased with Denis' response. "I'm proud of you, young man! Indeed you should prioritize your family more than busy looking for your own pleasure outside" Dahlan told Denis.

Nabila was stunned to hear Dahlan's words. "Are you like that yourself? So wise!", inwardly. His eyes clearly showed his dislike of the successful entrepreneur.

"Let's eat first, we'll talk later!" exclamation papa Denis.

All those who surround the dining table, immediately touch and enjoy the food that is being served at the table is quite large. No exception Vivi who was so greedy to enjoy the food.

"Over time you don't meet, your cooking is getting delicious, mbak", praise vivi to Denis' mom.

"Yes, aunt. So yummy. Especially the sweet sour shrimp. Mommy is passing through the tan", exclaimed Vanya while continuing to enjoy her food.

"It's a mantu vi dish, I'm just helping you, it's a pity" Denis's mama's smile on Nabila, making Vivi and Vanya look at each other, as if they regretted giving the compliment earlier.

"Alhamdulillah if all like, this is all thanks to the mother who has taught cooking since adolescence because of the demands of life" said Nabila full of intent.

Along with Nabila's words earlier, suddenly Dahlan's coughing voice shifted the focus of the people at the dinner table to the man. "Dady, why?" Vivi asked, patting her husband on the back, and then giving the man a glass of water.

"Dear, there's no need to remember what happened. I will always try to make you happy" Denis said as he gently stroked his wife's pasmina-clad head in the sky blue. Nabila briefly turned her gaze towards Denis while smiling faintly.

"I am guilty bil. I'm a bad father. Even I could have almost done harm to my own flesh and blood, for the sake of another child", Dahlan said while looking at Nabila regretfully. This man then lowered his head, as his daughter returned her gaze.

"Denis you've been married for how long, anyway?" Vivi asked, after putting the glass that had just been soaked.

"How dear?", asked Denis, pretending to forget, making the person asked pursed his lips. "I'm sorry dear" he said with a laugh ruffling his wife's head. "That's about 10 months, tan" Denis continued in response to Vivi's question.

Vivi glanced at Nabila cynically. " Oh my God, Denis, you've been married 10 months, your wife's not pregnant yet. Did-don't-don't_" Haven't had time to finish his talk, suddenly another voice cut off Vivi's conversation.

"Vivi, don't overdo it!" Jerk Dahlan.

"Lho dady, kok snapped mommy! Mommy just thinks dad, because most of it is so. If it should be fine, one to three months yes already contents dad", said Vivi insistent.

Hearing Vivi's words, Nabila's face looked gloomy, there was a glint of clear water that tried to be held back so as not to fall from her eyes. And Denis, who was looking at his wife, read about it.

"No need to think too much, baby. Mom and Dad used to have Denis too after six years of marriage. Besides the same mom papa also did not rush to have a grandson immediately. Just enjoy the time together" said Mama Denis with a smile and reply to her mantle with a nod of the head and a thin smile.

"Nadira didn't come back to Indonesia, Vi?" Ask Denis' mom, deliberately breaking the suddenly awkward atmosphere.

"Well, but when we left, he was still sleeping. He just got home at 3 a.m. He if it comes out the same friends, never know the time, mbak. Vanya also likes clubbing, but she never comes home early in the morning or just days home, right dad?" said Vivi Luwes.

Dahlan ignored what Vivi was asking. He would rather spend the food on his plate than respond to his wife's babble.

"But it's great, Vi, he's. Even so the association, but he still achieves" said mom Denis.

"Yes the hell mbak, but it's also because of the help of the papa as well", added Vivi did not accept with the words Denis mama.

"When, you know if my brother Nadira was ever the same brother Denis? People say they are very compatible. Brother Nadira, that's my brother. She is very beautiful, even more beautiful than all the girls who have been her boyfriend brother Denis" said Vanya who deliberately wanted to make the heat of Nabila.

"Vanya! What the fuck? Don't ruin the mood!" Dahlan snapped at Vanya, but there was absolutely no fear in Vanya.

"Dady! I'm talking what it is. Then where is my fault? Dady__"'s"

Vanya did not finish speaking, Dahlan whose eyes were now glaring at his stepson and spoke loudly. "Vanya! If you're still so disrespectful, let's just go home! Don't be ashamed of people's homes!" Said Dahlan, who then sipped water in the glass that was in front of him.

"I'm sorry Gumilang, for my son's attitude" said Dahlan who had just put down his drinking glass. He intended to rise from his seat, but Gumilang and Vivi prevented him. Dahlan sat back down heavily in his chair.

"You don't have to be bad, Mr. Dahlan, because my husband and my in-laws have told me everything" Nabila said casually. Of course, Nabila's remarks made Dahlan disappointed.

" Sir?" Inner Dahlan.

Not yet finished lunch, the sound of the bell that had just been suppressed distracted the people inside the house.

"Let Nabila aja ma, who opened the door" said Nabila when he saw his father-in-law would ask one of his household assistants to open the door.

Nabila stood up from where he sat, then walked a bit quickly to the living room. When he arrived at the door, Nabila immediately pulled the door lever firmly.

His breathing seemed to stop blowing for a moment, when he found out who the guest who had just pressed the bell just now. The same is true of the condition of the person currently in front of him.

"When"

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Sorry for lately rather rarely up, because again need extra focus on work and child🙏