Wife On Paper

Chapter 231 Family

"Yes." Yeah."

"Good night, sir. The position of the Young Master since morning until now, is in the Tunas National Kindergarten. There are activities he follows there."

"Isn't that?"

"Yes, Sir. Yayasan Tunas Bangsa is the son of the social foundation belonging to the Madam Besar." The eagle reported in detail his duties.

"With kindergarten's son?"

"Yes, Sir. Kindergarten's kids." The eagle made his report clear.

Afterwards, Adrian closes the call from his assistant . He wondered why his son was there. Especially TK. Does Dani want to teach them?

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"What time does Dani get home, Bi?" Adrian had just come down from his room, but he had been tidy despite a bit of misfortune.

"Nearly one o'clock, sir. Coffee?"

The man nodded. But he made his own coffee, and Yulia's aunt was only in charge of filling hot water into her cup.

"It's just worth it." Adrian glanced at his watch. "At this hour, he hasn't come down yet."

"Young Master left half an hour ago, Great Lord." Aunt Yulia came back with a tray containing a cup of coffee as well as a pair of sandwiches.

"Huh? Not wrong? I thought he was the bad guy, apparently even me." Adrian pulls out the egg in his sandwich. He just ate a whole wheat bread filled with lettuce, tomatoes and a little mayonnaise and sauce.

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The sound of a pen knocking on Dani's desk broke the silence that morning. There was no one there except the owner who sat glued to his macbook.

What caught his attention? A picture of a woman the age of her father hugging her waist. It was Carla.

Since Dani's return home, he hasn't even been back to Switzerland. The young man was afraid to go back to live there.

Dani misses the woman in the photo. Missed Mr. Albert, coffee shop and also his friends in the country's best chocolate producer in the world.

During this time, they only exchanged news through the internet media. Send each other emails, in addition to receiving monthly financial statements of businesses that he started there of course. Sometimes also talk through video calls, although it can not be long because of the busyness and responsibility of each.

Before Dani decided to return to Indonesia about 6 years ago. The first person to support her was Carla. The woman cries for his departure, but is also happy that Dani is finally willing to return to her family. Truly, the message Carla conveyed continued to ring in her brain, even to this day.

Flasbacks, though,

"I heard you were going home, Dan?" ask Carla at that time. They stayed at Carla's house to celebrate Thanksgiving.

Many students go home to their homes. This of course applies to those whose homes are near. While those who can not go home or because it is too far like Dani, prefer to visit the house of friends, lecturers, or residents around as they do at Carla's house today.

"I haven't even said it yet. And you already know." Dani continued to print the cake he made, without daring to look at Carla.

"I thought you were hiding it from me, Boy. But now I understand. You can't leave me, can you?" The blond woman nudged Dani's arm and glanced at him.

"Why did you come along and call me Boy? I'm a man, Carla!" Dani's eyes bulged with emphasis on the few words he said.

The woman laughed at the reaction of the young man before her which she thought was excessive. "Tell me honestly. You can't leave me, can you?"

Carla stood in front of him like a challenge. The woman of Adrian's age, appears to be scissoring with a face that irritates anyone who sees it.

"You ... I don't have anyone Carla. Should I go too?" Dani's soft gaze hit the owner of the blue eyes.

Carla was silent. Throat's choked. He doesn't have anyone here anymore. But, doesn't everyone have their own personal life.

"Come on Dan, you're not a kid. Be honest with yourself. I'm not the cause. Okay fine! I have no family, either. And I'm happy to have you. Do you want to be like me?" Carla pointed at the young man's chest with her finger.

"What do you mean, Carl?"

"Our case is different. You still have parents, Dan. They're your family."

"Only Dad, Carla. That woman is my father's wife." Dani's voice is rising.

"Whatever you say that is, Dan. She's still your mother, because she's married to your father. Make peace, not all women are as bad as you think. If you don't give your mother a chance, it means you don't give yourself a chance."

Carla looked into the young man's face before her. A young man with a trauma that hurts his own life.

"There, you! " sahut Dani brief. He continued to put the cake that had been neat in the oven.

"I don't think it's like that. I know you can be close to me because we both have trauma. Trauma changed our lives." The Swiss woman pulled Dani's hand over to the side of the house to sit there.

"You know all this means nothing. Home, my savings, my efforts, even myself." Carla sobbed, her chest hot in light of the tragic incident. Perhaps in his entire life, he would never be able to not remember it. "If I may I wish to exchange them for all that I have."

Carla's eyes got wet again. The blonde woman fell down.

Dani stared at the woman he thought looked like her mother. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to reopen it" Dani said with her head lowered. His fingers squeezed Carla's fingers on the woman's lap.

"Boy. Be happy to have them. I swear to God, you wouldn't be strong and want to know what it's like if you were alone in this world, like me." Carla's red and watery eyes gnawed, there were a thousand clearly imprinted wounds in the wistful highlight she was trying to hide.

"You can't define it right now, Boy. Your father didn't want you to come home because he was afraid of losing the heir who would manage all his property. Or a child that he hopes will probably make him proud of all the achievements in your career later. But more because he's your father Boy, and you're his son, that bond is certainly stronger than anything."

Dani felt something hot infiltrate her chest. Where all this time even he has not been able to make the father proud. Dani just demanded this, protesting against everything, even related to the happiness of the father.

The young man shed his tears, imagining the strong figure of the father who had to fight from a young age to live him. Struggling from nothing, raising the company of the grandfather who almost went out of business became as big as he is now, without thinking about his own life.

"Go home! I am sad and will be very sad to lose you. I love you like my own son. But I'll be the bad guy to your father, if you stick around. You belong to your family, and I'll love you anytime."

Carla puts out her smile. Until whenever his life will remain beautiful even though the students come and go alternately. Is not life like that. There's a meeting there's gotta be a farewell. And Carla's in the right place right now. Although he already has no one in this world, but the arrival of the students who will remain every year becomes his own entertainment and happiness. Is not God's destiny beautiful? He will have friends every day of his life.

"Ma...."

"Remember my message about your father, Boy. And one thing ... It's about your mother. Ara is very young, but I know she loves your father for who he is, including you who never thought he existed."

"How do you know I don't like it?"

"That's not your taste is all. You just pinned the bad consequences of your past on him. Aren't you trying to get to know him first, boy? I'm sure you're just confirming the thought that grew from within yourself" Carla said, her hands outstretched, wiping away tears on Dani's handsome face.

"Do you? Even Ara told your father that you were saying goodbye to him when your father would drive you back to school at that time. And yet I know. Don't say goodbye, just say it you never did."

"He caused my omaku to die, Carl," Dani said in self-defense.

"And you just unilaterally decide he's evil without looking for his own first? Sometimes adults cover up things their kids don't deserve to know, Dan. It's for the good of growing in the future. You know being an adult isn't easy?Especially a mother? Sometimes you have to say A when in reality B, not with the intention of lying, but rather to guard and protect."

Family is always the best place to come back.

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"Mom, I'm going to the orphanage for a while with Merra."

"Yes, Ra. It's okay, just go let mom and dad keep the shop." They were in the kitchen this morning. Every day routine, Santo always helped alAra cook in the morning. The elderly woman was happy that her strength was needed by Ara.

"Mom, there were mothers yesterday" said Mr. Santo who immediately approached his wife when entering the kitchen.

"Who's mom?"

"People from the village next door, Ra. I'd like to share a share of your salary, tell me to sit down first, sir." The saint went out of the kitchen and took some bags of crackles that were somehow filled, from his room.

"Wait Mom! I came along" said Ara who immediately went into the room to take her wallet.

"Mom wait in front. You'll catch up." Bu Santo went ahead first to his guests.

Not long after, Ara came following. In the front yard, Ms. Santo was seen standing while talking to someone who turned her back on Ara.

As soon as he got closer and the voice of that person sounded in his ears, Ara was startled. The woman knew her voice very well. But the figure behind him was completely different from the one on his mind.

"here, Son. You're my mother" said Santo, who was aware of Ara's arrival. The female guest who seemed to turn her back finally turned to look towards Ara.

"Ma-mi!?" said Ara terbat. The woman stood still, still unable to believe what her eyes were seeing. It turned out that the figure in front of him was his adoptive mother, Esther's mother.

"Darling? This you? Oh my...." Esther lost her word. He is almost unsteady if not held by the Santo maam who is beside him.

Ara moved her legs closer, then she slid into the arms of her mother.

"It's been a long time, son," said Esther to parse longing. His hand rubbed Ara's small back which felt swaying.

"Mommy is so thin, I barely recognize" said Ara. Her fingers moved to reinsert the hair that came out of the hijab of the mother.

"Time goes by long enough, son," Esther said. His face was red from crying.

Ara invites Esther to enter her house. Saint until I saw him. What a power of God, He brought together a long-divorced family.

"Body?"

"Your father is facing God, son. After the accident." Esther seems to parse her memories that began to age-eaten songs. "Please forgive us all our mistakes." Esther. She knew she and her husband did not deserve forgiveness. Even he was unable to string words to ask forgiveness for his adopted son who had been hurt.

Ara sighed slowly. Knowing the fact he was really made as a guarantee to make his heart torn back.

"Did Papi do it consciously, back then Mi?"

"Yes." Yeah." Esther nodded. "Mommy knows there's no justification for our mistakes, son. Mr. Adrian wants your papa's most precious treasure as collateral. And according to Papi, you are the most precious treasure we have, my dear. Papi says if you guarantee it, then papi will certainly be eager to work because of course we cannot lose you, because for us you are our life. Without us knowing, a friend who has been trusted by papi in the office embezzled a lot of funds. Papi is bankrupt."

The most valuable treasure? Ara commented the smile of hearing it. There's a little happiness, even if it's wrong.

"If papi goes bankrupt, why can papi pay off my education money abroad Mi." Ara was still trying to unravel the tangled threads stored up and happened many years ago. He does not believe what he hears.

"We used the money we had left, honey. The only way to get you out of it is to go abroad. And we took that risk."

Although in the end Ara never arrived at the place prepared by his adoptive parents. Destiny says something else.

"Isn't Mr Adrian a smart man Mi? Why would he want to accept a girl's guarantee? Couldn't he find or buy even a thousand girls like me?"

"We don't know why, son. Your father said that the rich man did not want to. But when he accidentally saw your picture in the letter, he finally agreed."

"What?" Ara was shocked to hear Esther's confession. She knew that her husband was interested in her from the beginning. But really he did not expect, Adrian who agreed about the bail proposed by the father because he had seen the picture.

"Yes. Forgive us, dear. Our mistake was huge and fatal. Mommy will make up for whatever you want. Have you been able to study well there?" Esther was caving in on Ara. He felt so guilty about his adopted daughter's pepper. But about education abroad, Ara certainly can not answer it. Not for the moment.

"I am disappointed m

Mi, very. But hating you will not change everything that has happened. Maybe it's all the destiny of the Almighty."

Esther hugged Ara. Although Ara said repeatedly if she forgave her adoptive mother, but she still did not feel calm. Moreover, the husband even first faced God before he could meet, and apologized directly.

"I'm ready, Ma" cried Merra who had just entered the living room. The pretty round eyes of the little girl blinked when she saw the foreign figure there.

"Yes, Honey. Come here for a second!" Ara waved her hand at the little girl. "It's Merra's omen, it's Oma Esther." The beautiful woman led Merra to her mother.

Esther looked at haru. For several years they did not meet, even he already had a grandson. "Darling, this is oma. You are beautiful like your mother." Esther patted her chest, showing herself to Merra. Then the middle-aged woman spread her hands.

"Merra still has more? There is oma Fat, oma Sri, Santo's grandfather and grandmother and oma Esther. That's a lot, Ma?" The little girl used her finger to count.

Ara nodded, confirming what her little girl said. Then the innocent little girl came over and hugged Esther. The middle-aged woman cried.

"Mommy doesn't even know you're married, which husband are you, Ra? Meet mommy, honey." Merra was on Esther's lap this time.

"Let's go on again, Mi. Ara and Merra are going to the orphanage first. Fatimah is sick."

"Mommy can come, baby? Long time no mother met with Fatimah's mother," pinta Esther. Yes, since taking Ara from there, he had only revisited the couple of times.

"of course. Let's go still in the morning, Mi," asked Ara.

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"It's changed a lot, baby. Getting better and forward" Esther threw her gaze at every room she passed.

The orphanage where Ara grew up, was completely renovated by Adrian. Because the building is old, and less sturdy so afraid to endanger the safety of children. The only room retained Mara and the head mother's room is Fatimah. The old woman did not want to lose the room that she had occupied for many years, although Adrian offered m will create a new room with similar architecture though.

"Yes, Mi. Almost one hundred percent changed all" said Ara who took Merra.

"The dough must be great. It's not cheap, kid, and it costs a lot." Esther even touched the wall of the new building that looked gallant.

"Donature has remained since a few years ago, Mi. Mr. Adrian," said Ara whispering in her foster mother's ear.

"What?" Esther stopped her steps. He was shocked when the name of the man he wanted to avoid the most, was called. To the extent that, he was left a few steps behind Ara. "Mommy didn't hear me wrong?"

Ara twisted her body then shook her head. "Later all I told you, Mi. Many things happen outside of our power. Now we go see Fatimah first, yeah."

Esther finally followed behind Ara. The middle-aged woman who was now getting thinner was still shocked by the fact that did not cross her mind at all.

💞who among you misses the figure of a father? you will always be a hero to your daughter. Love u sir, I'm happy at his side💗