Waiting for your Love to Grow

My boy

"Who's bi?" Vivi asked her servant who had just entered the house after a while ago to open the door for the person who pushed the bell on the main door of the luxury house.

"Guests Miss Nadira, madam", said the maid politely.

"Who?" Ask Vivi again.

"Hmmm..." The middle-aged woman seemed to remember. "Mr Denis, madam" he said as he remembered the name of the guest he had just met.

"Is that really Denis?" Vanya who was in the room put his cellphone which had earlier shared with him.

"Yes, lady" replied the waiter.

"Bring a drink ahead! And you don't have to tell Dira if anyone's looking for her!" Vivi's orders then stepped into the front room, following her daughter who was first about to meet Denis.

"Sir Denis!" Vanya shouted to divert the eyes of Denis who had noticed his car, where his wife was in it.

With confidence Vanya slipped her hand into Denis's arm. However, Denis quickly dismissed it. That made Vanya furious. But the girl tried to cover up her frustration.

Not giving up, Vanya again pulled Denis' hand. "Sir, come in first!" Her speech.

"Sorry, I'm not here to see you. I just wanted to see Nadira" Denis said.

"Nadira's not home anymore, Nis. You sit down first, while waiting for Nadira to come home" said Vivi who just came out from behind the white-painted door.

"Yes brother, let's sit down", added Vanya while pulling Denis' hand to enter the house. But, not a single bit of Denis's feet shifted from their original place.

"Says that aunt, Nadira's still sleeping?" Denis said

"The waiter did not know, ifuu overnight Nadira did not go home", said Vivi as nervous as.

"Then, I go home first, auntie" Denis said.

"Wait a minute, Nis", shouted Vivi as she saw Denis about to walk away. "In the meantime, Dira is home, usually he comes home at this time. Let's wait inside, it's been made to drink" Vivi said.

"Let me just wait in the car, tan" Denis said.

"Don't dong, don't feel good my dong. Cook the guests, I make a wait outside" said Vivi who then walked towards Denis. Take the man's hand and pull it slowly. "Come!", ask him again.

This time Denis had difficulty resisting, he followed Vivi's direction. Until, not until his body he dropped into the chair, suddenly there was a sound interrupting him. "Mas", the voice from the door turned Denis's gaze away and made the man re-enforce his body.

"Darling!" denis' voice was full of shock. The man then immediately approached his wife, making the two women who were now sitting on the soft white sofa, pout.

"Dira's not home. Said aunt Vivi, Dira was staying at her friend's house, but soon usually go home" Denis said.

"Let's sit down, we'll wait for Dira to come home!" Take Denis. The man then wrapped his hands around Nabila's waist, leading her to take a seat.

Nabila just according to Denis treatment. Now he was sitting next to Vanya, who seemed to see him with a hostile and mocking look. Nabila realized that, but he tried to ignore it.

"Honey, you're not a aunt's daughter-in-law. Try to be a aunt's daughter-in-law, must have been a favorite ghost" Vivi said.

Denis just smiled a little, hearing Vivi's words. Not once did he want to open his mouth to respond. His hand gently caressed his wife's palm on his thigh, as if to ask his wife not to listen to what the woman said.

"Omm Dahlan used to love you, but unfortunately you don't reply to the same thing" Vivi said, with great emphasis.

"Denis should have gotten a woman he was worth. Not women who come from a social class far below, let alone unclear origin" said Vivi full of insinuations.

Unsettled by Vivi's scorn, Denis was finally forced to open her mouth. "I will repay all the kindness of Dahlan's omm by caring and loving, Nabila", Denis' speech made Nabila amazed. The woman looked at her husband in the shade.

"However Nabila also__" Denis remark was cut off by Nabila's remark.

"Don't, mas" said Nabila accompanied by a piggy bank.

"Everybody should know, baby. Let them treat you fairly" Denis said gently. Nabila just bowed lethargic.

Vivi frowned, trying to digest what the young man before her said.

"When my sister, auntie" said a woman who had just emerged from another room, leaving all eyes on her.

"Sir, Dira!" Nabila said quietly, not sounding anything else.

Nadira's appearance looked messy, it seemed like he just woke up without cleaning himself first. From the clothes he wore, Denis could guess that Nadira last night did his favorite routine, an activity that used to be often done with the woman when they were both still lovers first, namely clubbing.

I don't know since when the girl was standing there and what Nadira had heard, from the conversation in the room. But clearly Nadira does not want her biological sister to be the subject of scorn for her stepmother.

"What do you mean, say it like that?" Vivi asked Nadira who was now standing closer to Nabila.

"In fact, Nabila Dira's sister, te. Sister is the wall", said Nadira full of emphasis, making Vivi's eyes glare as if in disbelief.

"Vanya, please call your Dady!" Vivi orders on very child. Without refuting, Vanya who was also no less shocked by the reality he found, quickly stepped away from the room.

"Please explain to auntie, Dira? What does all this mean? Did you guys want to ruin aunt's life on purpose?" Vivi said trying to calm down.

"Which aunt's life? There is, aunt who messed up our lives" denied Nadira bravely. "Nadira used to be quiet, because Dira did not want Papi to be hurt" he added.

Nabila stood up to line her brother's fingers, rubbing his arm slowly. "Sister, I'm not here to see anything like this. I just wanted to take you to see Mom. Mami is unconscious" he said slowly. The water had washed the corner of his eyes.

"Mommy? Mommy why, deck?" Nadira was confused.

"It's over, we'll tell you later. Now come with us!", said Denis who had now begun to rise from his seat.

"I changed for a while" said Nadira who then ran away from the living room.

"Let's go out!" Invite Denis while pulling his wife's hand slowly. As they were about to leave, Dahlan appeared in the room with Vanya following behind.

"When, Denis, what are you doing here?" Ask Dahlan in wonder. Not yet a couple replied, Vivi was ahead to talk.

"Mas Dahlan, is Nabila your son?" Vivi asked with a breath of breath.

Dahlan did not answer. He looked towards Nabila at a glance, then took a deep breath. "Yes, he's my son" he said. Of course, that disappointed Vivi. His body staggered backwards, so his body sat on a chair. The woman still doesn't accept it.