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Bodyguard that works professionally. Farzan checked all of Sandra's rooms, and made sure the windows were closed.

Sandra who had just made two cups of coffee to the amazement with what her lover did. Sandra stood in the doorway holding two cups of coffee, staring at Farzan who was making sure the window was locked properly.

“How about Mr Bodyguard? Are they all closed?” Sandra joked because she felt funny about the man's attitude.

Farzan turned his head, looking at Sandra who was standing looking at him.

“Already locked all, also there is nothing suspicious in this room,” Farzan said as he approached Sandra.

Sandra thrust one of the cups filled with coffee at Farzan, while the gaze was still fixed on the man. He realizes that Farzan is more worried about him than himself, making Sandra feel special about the treatment of the man under his age.

“You worry too much about me,” said Sandra as she looked at Farzan who was sipping his coffee.

Farzan glanced at Sandra as she was drinking, to the sound of lip smacking before the pair of eyes looked at the face of the woman who was so adored.

“Because I love you,” reply Farzan.

Of course, Farzan's reply made both cheeks Sandra blushed, until berdeham while turning her face. He sipped his coffee, turning his gaze so that both cheeks did not feel hotter.

“Do you want to see photos of Chila as a child?” ask Sandra to break the awkward and clumsy feeling.

Farzan nodded in agreement.

Sandra put the cup on the nightstand as well as Farzan. While Sandra was busy opening the drawer on the small bedside table, Farzan watched while sitting next to Sandra.

Sandra pulled out two medium-sized albums from the bottom drawer. Then I held them both on my thighs with a big smile.

“This photo when she was one week old.” Sandra opened the first page, showing Chila who was so small at the time.

Farzan touched the photo, making Sandra move the album into Farzan's lap.

“At birth, she cried so hard. Her voice can make me cry because haru, never thought if God would give a little angel as beautiful as her,” Sandra said as she continued to pay attention to photos of Chila.

Farzan smiled at how cute and fat Chila was as a baby. She opened the album sheet by sheet, watching carefully to know every moment Sandra and Chila went through.

“Pak Gilang has accompanied you since Chila was a baby,” said Farzan while turning to Sandra. He said that because of the many photos of Gilang holding or holding Chila.

“Yes, therefore many thought I was his affair,” Sandra replied with a slight joking tone.

“You don't mind getting the nickname of the actor?” tanya Farzan was curious about Sandra's feelings if accused of things that were not done.

“No,” Sandra replied firmly. “As long as I don't do it, then I'm not afraid, ashamed, or angry about accusations I never made.”

Farzan was amazed that Sandra was able to control her emotions well, withholding all charges for not doing so.

“Pak Gilang is already a surrogate father to Chila, even though we have no relationship. Chila gets happiness from Mr. Gilang, knows what the father figure is like from him, even though the expected father is not as perfect as the dream,” Sandra said with a bitter smile on her face, when remembering himself must lose and get happiness together.

“After this, Chila will get the whole father figure. I will prioritize her,” replied Farzan gave a promise, which Sandra might collect later.

Farzan re-opened the album sheet, until hand movements stopped when he saw a photo of Sandra who was heavily pregnant with a man.

“He's your late husband?” ask Farzan.

Sandra forgot that the photo was there, feeling bad that Farzan had to see it.

“Ya,” answered Sandra forced.

Farzan continued to look at the photo, apparently the focus was not on the late husband Sandra, but on the woman.

“If we're married later, do you want to contain my seeds? I know you love Chila very much, but I make sure she won't lack my affection, even if we have children of her own.” Farzan spoke quickly for fear of being cut by Sandra.

“Zan, before discussing that, maybe I need to explain something,” Sandra said feeling a little guilty.

Farzan looked at Sandra, then closed the album in her lap.

“I listened.”

Sandra took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.

“You know how old I am now. Thirty-eight years is not a young age anymore, and the condition of the uterus may not be as fertile as a woman under thirty-five. I don't want you to be disappointed, so it's better to say this now. Although it can, but the possibility is small.” Sandra told a long story to explain the condition of the uterus at the age of entering the head of four.

“Then I will try,” said Farzan with a smile on his face.

Sandra was quite surprised to hear Farzan's words, both cheeks blushed in shame when she knew the meaning of Farzan's words.

“I just said I wanted, not meant a necessity. If God had given, I would be grateful. If not, then we've at least tried. Isn't that right?” Farzan spoke again, looking at Sandra who looked unwell.

“I just don't want you to be disappointed later, haven't you been wanting to have a child?” ask Sandra. He just didn't want to have a fight or debate later because of heredity.

“I really want to, but if it is not given, at least I already have Chila,” replied Farzan, then grabbed the palm of Sandra's hand.

Sandra was speechless listening to Farzan's words, for some reason her mind went blank as the man spoke a sentence that made her heart feel flowery.

Farzan's one hand still held Sandra's palm, while the other gently rubbed her lover's hair.

“What matters to me, we will try together. If the reason you are not pregnant is because God does not give, it does not matter to me, as long as the reason is not because you refuse to get pregnant,” said Farzan in a soft voice.

“I wouldn't have possibly refused.”

Farzan stared fixedly at Sandra's face, until a pair of eyeballs met each other, calling and pulling hearts to get closer to each other.

Farzan brought the face closer, then touched the surface of their lips. Sandra closed her eyes, feeling the kiss and touch of their lips.

Until unwittingly the two are trapped in the lip link that leads to the pit of love.

“Zan.” Sandra held back the man's chest which was now on top of her. Give them distance so they don't get too close.

Farzan realized from what he wanted to do, to look at Sandra who was under his confinement, to rush up and sit back on the edge of the bed.

“Sorry,” says Farzan clumsy and misbehaving.

Sandra woke up, nodding her undisputed sign because nothing had happened between them but a hot kiss.

Farzan stood up, like a confused person pointing to the right and left.

“I will go back to the room, you sleep so that tomorrow can work,” said Farzan sekhenya.

Sandra nodded again without a sound, until Farzan came out of the room and closed the door.

Sandra looked at the closed door, then covered her face with both palms and then lay her body back.

Almost, how could he be complacent and almost do something that is not allowed before they are legally married.

“Hold Sandra, control yourself.”

**

On the other side. Farzan immediately entered the room he was in while at Sandra's house. Stand behind closed doors, then shove your hair back.

“Hold, Zan. Do you really miss the cradle until you forget your status. In a moment, just a minute. Don't let Sandra be disappointed in you.”