THE LOVE OF THE FUTURE WIDOWER
Kayla Incident
Herman's eyes stared fixedly into Anjani's eyes that still left tears, "I beg you not to enter in the heart of all Nadira's words, please, perhaps he still could not accept the reality he had himself made."
This time Herman felt lost for words in order to face two women who were more complicated than tenacious won a project tender that sometimes made a guts.
Two women of different status but able to give a story in his daily life.
Anjani who is able to understand and begin to have a unique bond with his only puppet princess, Arsyakayla daughter of Ariansyah and Nadira Aswari ex-wife and ex-woman who he very much glorified and proud as a wife in his pledge to live and obey, which is now only a memory.
"Casual sir, try earlier if not the ex-wife of the father, I have made a crooked nose opplasan, a woman who is arrogant in front of her little girl, ish! Embarrassing" Anjani's furious tone implied anger, a reasoned anger at Nadira's speech.
"I've already apologized! If you get angry so bad, then Kayla is afraid to call Mama," Herman's hand again rubbed the tip of Anjani's head.
Kayla watched the interaction of the two adults with silence, while holding her beloved doll.
Then the little girl slapped in while still playing the doll in her cradle, as if nothing had ever happened to her.
"How smooth to kiss Mama, mama's bial not crying anymore."
Herman's wide smile adorned his lips, shaking his head.
During this time Kayla still thinks that Anjani is her mother, the inner bond is so strong.
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Anjani went to the garden behind the house, not spacious but beautiful filled with orchids and several other ornamental plants.
Her memory returns to her hometown, the longing for a mother who has raised herself to adulthood.
"Anjani, why are you here? Kayla is busy looking here and there, it looks like you guys are fit to be the same mother of children," a very familiar voice surprised Anjani who was busy enjoying the freshness of the park in the afternoon.
"Idih bi Ijah's.... There is just, where maybe I just as a maid suddenly have a child like kayla, ha.ha.ha.ha.ha! There will be Jani called the actor again," Anjani's smile ended wryly considering the incident last afternoon which actually still attached to leave anger that he could not possibly throw.
"Prophetter Jani, the fate of people who know, is not love is blind, does not know caste," bi Ijah replied while sitting next to Anjani.
"Ah, bi Ijah there is only, I have not thought in that direction bi, I have never dated my mother pity." Anjani replied embarrassedly.
"Well, bi Ijah when is it coming? how's the situation with Ijah's son? hope you'll get well soon!" Anjani turned around to ask about the son of Ijah bi who a few days ago.
"Everything is fine Jani, only the bike is damaged, and a little blister on his knee, all is safe" replied bi Ijah while sitting next to Anjani.
"Youngpam, whuuaaa!" Kayla's crying sounds rang out loud all the way to the back flower garden, making Anjani spontaneously run away from bi Ijah herself.
"Ah Jani, you are a beautiful girl, gentle even a little installment but you are a figure who brings joy to non Kayla." Mumbled bi Ijah while continuing his sweeping activities in the small park.
Kayla's cry suddenly made the whole house who heard her run around looking for where the source of the sound came from, "mama, sick Pa.... Please Ilaaa, hwuaa."
The cry grew louder, Herman who was only wearing a boxer bare-chested, just ran from inside his room.
Anjani fell silent without daring to move even though it was only slightly inching from his seat, Anjani's heart seemed to want to be dislodged fragrant Herman's hair was clearly smelled by his sense of smell, while the head of Herman almost landed slowly into Anjani's chest.
Suppose Anjani's chest is a transparent object, of course, it will be easily seen how fast the pulsating in it.
If the others could be as red as a boiled crab, but what happened to Anjani instead pale, of course! This is the first time in
his life his chest was touched even though it was only the head, intentionally or not which clearly gave a different taste to Anjani.
"Oh.... Suppose this is a one-stop ordeal with prospective widows, whether it should be constantly like this, this fragrant smell reminds me of the first time I met Mr. Herman." In silence Anjani remembers the beginning of meeting with Herman.
"Ia hand is sick, pa.... Belly,!" Kayla was still hiccupping in pain, revealing her slightly bruised index finger and a tear to the wound.
Herman remained in his original position, squatting on the seat Anjani occupied by holding Kayla.
"You can do this, baby! What was Kayla playing? Wasn't Kayla watching tv while lying down?" Herman asked gently while not changing position.
"Next time you play call Mama, and....!"
Oops..... Inadvertently Herman's lips call Anjani's name with the name 'Mama' then reflexively Herman turned towards Anjani and their faces almost touched.
As they scramble for air to breathe, nervousness can easily be controlled by Herman, but not with Anjani who is increasingly pounding to feel the events that never crossed his mind.
"Ma. pardon me sir, hee.... I'm having trouble breathing, sir." Anjani said honestly.
Herman hurriedly with a smooth motion stood up and kissed Kayla on the forehead, then rubbed Anjani's shoulders slowly, whispering.
"Call me, not father!"
"Darling... Papa go up first, later after the shower we go to buy by, tomorrow we go to the house, papa take a leave, okay?"
Herman again squeezed the tip of Kayla's nose and pointed two fingers, a sign of okay while twisting his left eye.
After being satisfied to make an appointment with Kayla, Herman stood up straight and of course he realized, it turns out he was wearing a boxer that he should not wear in front of Anjani.
Herman complained inwardly of his own actions that he had forgotten Anjani's position in his house.
While Anjani laughed giggling with Kayla who felt strange with the papa who ran tiptoe like a cartoon film that he often watched on cable tv.
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hhemmm started by accident, right, Mom?🤣 already we continue again to where Herman same Anjani shy meong tuh 😂️
Greetings Dear Always by RR 😘️
To be continued 😉️