Young Girl For Mr. Duda

Overlooked

A woman breathed her rough. He had been living in the magnificent house for a week, but she was not used to it. Every day feels foreign to the woman.

"Ma—"

"Bi, Yana the ointment at school, yes," cut a voice and passed away.

"I'm leaving."

Cellyn was silent in her place. He can't say anymore. It's been a week that this keeps happening. Devan and Yana continue to ignore her existence. The woman's heart ached, but she realized she was only a surrogate within the Brawirya family.

He took a long breath. Not wanting to be too late in the pain in his heart, Cellyn chose to step foot into his room to check on the condition of the son. Abian Putra Brawirya, the youngest of the Brawirya family. His face was very similar to Hima's, only the baby's eyes were similar to Devan's.

Speaking of Devan, the man had already left for the office with Yana without saying a word.

"Bi, please take care of Abi, yes. I'm going to the hospital first" Cellyn told the babysister.

"Okay, Him."

His job as a volunteer for the community can't just leave Cellyn. He was so fond of his profession as a Doctor, although often tired of approaching. But he feels happy doing it.

So now growing tired, he must be strong to face the behavior of the Devan family. Devan who used to be sweet turns out to be uncaring. Cellyn is often confused by the attitude of her husband.

...***...

A woman squirms in her sleep. His eyes still felt heavy, but were forced to get up by a man who was teasing his sleep. Nata snorted in annoyance as he felt his face wet from Darren. The woman who was two different was immediately pushing Darren's body to stay away.

"Big, uh!" whining.

Darren chuckled softly. He was angry with the attitude of his wife. "What, hm?"

"Crowsy words, Mom! Long ago huh."

Darren is getting excited to see Nata's funny behavior. Feeling sorry for his wife, Darren relented. The man stepped his foot into the bathroom, letting Nata resume his sleep.

...***...

Yesha looked at Leon with her confused face. The man suddenly came to his house. No wind and no rain, can he be suspicious? Fortunately his house was in a state of desolation, if you can not guess what will happen. Leon might be interrogated by the Mother.

"Gapain come here?" yesha asked, closing the door to her house.

"You picked up my angel of heaven, dong."

Yesha looked at Leon with one eyebrow raised. The woman was made to not understand the purpose of the man in front of her. Choosing not to care, Yesha stepped her feet away.

Leon pulled it first. Until the woman was in his arms. Yesha tried to rebel, but her strength was clearly not comparable to Leon's.

"Why?" ask Yesha pasrah.

The cup!

"Cave wife candidates can't be upset" Leon replied.

Yesha glared as she felt the chewy, wet object clinging to her forehead. He hit Leon's field chest in annoyance. Instead of being angry, Leon just chuckled amusedly. He enjoyed Yesha's upset face.

"You want me to yell, hm?"

Yesha snorted annoyed. "Easter!" his hardship made Leon stupefied.

The woman sighed. Dealing with people like Leo does require extra patience. He had to boost his incredible patience when dealing with Leon.

...***...

"Mas, I want melons!" rengek Nata while pulling Darren's work shirt.

Hearing Nata's request made Darren sigh heavily. For the first time his wife was cravings, cravings things that Darren found strange. He probably knew the ramjak could be with any fruit, but not with melon.

The man massaged his forehead which instantly pulsed in pain. Want to reject the wishes of Nata, but who asked him his future son, the successor himself. Darren again exhaled repeatedly, facing Nata who was pregnant did require extra patience.

"Mas ask Mommy to make it, baby. Seben—"

"Well to buy, Mas!" Not yet Darren finished his words, Nata first cut it.

The man again breathed. He pulled Nata who was sitting on the bed to stand up. Hugging Nata's waist slightly tightly, the man looked intensely at Nata. However, still implied gentleness there, he did not want to make his wife feel intimidated.

"Where are you looking for melon rye, Beautiful?" asked Darren gently.

"Rujak seller, Mas," Nata said innocently.

Darren exhaled his breath violently. If not where else is the seller of rujak? Yes, the shoe seller, gini very bini cave, said Darren in his heart.

"Darren, Nata! Breakfast first."

As she was about to reply to Nata, Alisha's cry asking them for breakfast stopped Darren's mouth from making a sound. Darren looked at Nata who put on his sad face, the man sighed rough before finally pulling his wife's hand to the dining table.

"We'll have breakfast first, yeah."

Arriving at the dinner table, their eyes catch Alisha who is arranging the dining table and Thofid who is drinking coffee while reading the newspaper. Seeing that Nata immediately released Darren's hand and walked up to Alisha. She felt bad for not helping Alisha this morning.

"Here let Nata help, Bun," said Nata volunteered.

Alisha turned her head, she smiled gently. "No, honey. You sit down, pregnant women can't be tired."

Nata exhaled his breath rough. Just putting food on the table Alisha and Thofid forbid it. She was like the queen in the house, treated like a child instead of a daughter-in-law. Choosing to obey Alisha's words, because she knew refuting would end up in vain.

Switch to Thofid who just finished his activities. The middle-aged man unintentionally looked at the child's face, he frowned. Darren's face is very tangled, it looks very clear that his son is thinking about something.

"What do you think?" ask Thofid while putting the paper.

"Nata cravings melon, Dad. Where are you looking?" sahut Darren listless.

He chuckles. "Make it yourself" Thofid replied casually.

Darren glanced at him. "Want to buy."

"Eat it as well as make it you think first. Now eat the melon's ruhak."

"Father is less moral."

...***...

Yana looked at Cellyn who was fondling her sister. He looked questioningly at the woman who was a mother, he continued, wearing a negligee instead of clothes that he thought were good. Yana observes Cellyn's clothes with a judging look.

"Tante why wear dastel? Not good clothes. Embarrassed to know, anyway?" chirps Yana.

Cellyn who heard that stopped her activity. He was silent, his heart was slipping. There was a pain that greeted her sweetly. The flat-pitched speech managed to make Cellyn's heart throb pain.

"I'm sorry if you're shy, Yana."