
He first set foot in his home. Just got off the car the gaze of several pairs of eyes was already on them. The arrival of Mikhail's eldest daughter, who had left the extended family strangled that night, was clearly the center of attention.
The spotlight is sharply on a Keyvan, perhaps those who have served since the baby Mikhayla harbored tremendous anger, Bastian especially.
They don't like me either? Cih, whatever.
He seemed silent, but Keyvan was very aware of the meaning of someone's gaze on him. She doesn't care about anyone else, who is currently troubling her mind is Mikhayla's parents, the wife.
Even if someone thought of him as a monster, for whatever sake Keyvan did not care about their opinion. Right now, he was just thinking about how to behave properly in front of Mikhayla's biological parents.
Peaceful, comfortable and so soothing. Contrary to the situation of the Keyvan house that looks quiet and a little gloomy even though there are many workers there. Maybe because of different sizes.
In the living room already stood Mikhail and Zia, the longing gazes of the two were so real. Some time without meeting it felt like half of Mikhayla's life seemed to be gone, she cried as much as she could in Mikhail's tight arms.
"You're really coming, Khay?"
Mikhail thought his daughter was just joking, completely he did not think Mikhayla would scatter in his arms today.
"And you promised Papa" Mikhayla said slowly, still trying to let go of all the longing for her first love.
Mikhayla called her father after her husband left for work this morning. He conveyed the intention to come with Keyvan and requested that they prepare at home. Really, Mikhail thought that the princess was fantasizing that their life was fine.
For a while Keyvan was just a warm connoisseur of this family. If again he remembered his initial intention, really he was really as evil as it disturbed the integrity of the family as sweet as this.
"You okay, Khayla? Tell me, is anyone sick?"
A woman's concern for her daughter is clearly beyond expression. Anyone in Zia's position could clearly only cry when God gave her permission to meet and the two were doing well.
"Nothing, Ma ... Khayla is fine."
Mikhayla smiled bitterly as Zia seemed to examine the neck of several points on her body. Right in front of Keyvan who was still silent. Her worries for Mikhayla were that big, although her daughter could be contacted for some time still Zia was worried.
"So, your neck why is this?"
Mikhayla quickly retreated when the mother noticed the reddish marks she had been trying to hide since yesterday. In order to make the situation alright, Mikhayla retreated behind Keyvan and requested that her husband extend a hand as a form of courtesy to her parents.
"Good day, Pa."
Mikhail was already slowly able to reconcile, after the last meeting that discussed Mikhayla's future, the man believed that Keyvan was not as cruel as he thought.
"You did it?"
Keyvan was silent, confused as to what if Mikhail asked that. Mikhail deliberately did not let go of his hand, let Keyvan answer his question first.
Pretending not to understand is not only the mainstay of Mikhail and Mikhayla, but also him. Since hearing Zia's question to his wife, he had understood that Mikhail might ask her such a thing.
"Ck pretend you're stupid, sure my daughter's okay after?" mikhail asked, still holding Keyvan's hand, a pair of sharp eyes full of determination and courage to look into his eyes which were now expressing annoyance at the man who managed to have his daughter.
"Of course, Papa don't worry .. I'm not that weak that makes it difficult to walk," replied Keyvan unconsciously the sentence that came out will make the wife blush behind him.
Beyond a doubt, Zia's new lifetime finds a man who makes her feel like she's being transported to the past, a time when she's with young Mikhail.
Zia only smiled faintly and would not ask this man much. Looking at Mikhail who was now sighing harshly, Zia was sure the husband was out of words for his daughter-in-law.
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Enjoying lunch with a different atmosphere, Mikhayla who so misses her favorite cuisine is clearly happy. In contrast to Keyvan who is currently just silent and staring at the four younger brothers Mikhayla.
They are different ages, 15-year-old Zean and Sean have seen so clearly handsome seedlings with body posture guaranteed to resemble the papa. The two of them looked at Keyvan with an aura of hostility, obviously because both of them already understood what was happening at this moment.
Brakes
"Dam!!" mikhail snapped when his son suddenly hit the table, long since harbored in the end he was no longer able to hold back.
"Why is this foreign man suddenly eating at the same table with us? And also, didn't Papa say Mikhayla was kidnapped? If that's the case, then Papa means he's the one who kidnapped Brother?" Zean is a fearless man, ever since knowing that Mikhayla is coming, all he notices is the man next to his sister.
"Zean, lower your voice."
Mikhail did not say clearly about Mikhayla's marriage because he thought Zean and Sean should not be confused.
"Whatever, Zean wants to go to the room."
Mikhail sighed slowly, he felt that Zean's attitude would hurt Keyvan who had since looked at Mikhayla with affection.
"Newly his sister, you haven't seen how his uncle and other cousins, Van .. but I hope, their attitude doesn't make you hurt my daughter later" Mikhail whispered to his daughter-in-law, from the beginning it was not because of Mikhail's cowardice, but rather Mikhayla's worry, that was all.
- To Be Continue -