Akira's Old Love & Perfect CEO
fifty six

Farid is still Farid, his authoritarian soul is still not exhausted eroded by love. Now, Farid really proved his point.

Akira really has to be at home until giving birth. It sucks!

It's been one week since Akira was home talking to Mama and Farell or doing other activities such as cooking and planting flowers with mama.

Of course also sharing problems like now, mama asked for opinions about her problems and papa.

"If you still want your marriage to last, then you have to be airy and forgive papa, papa is also not entirely wrong, it's because of Aunt Akira" he said while looking down, but he was not completely wrong, he was quite embarrassed by his tantalizing behavior in the past.

"Whatever you think it's Fiora. What if your sister-in-law knows all about it, she's my favorite daughter but it turns out she's not my daughter." A drop of tears fell down her cheeks.

"That's why mom would still love you, right, Ma?" teraka Akira's.

"How can you not, dear? Fiora doesn't know anything, right?" Akira nodded in response to the curses of his mother.

"Yes, I'm sorry mama always makes you depressed, even when you are pregnant like this, mama even gives the burden of mama's problems to you." regrettably while rubbing the rough cheeks that flooded tears that could not be separated from the attention of Farell who peeked at them from the window of his room that was facing the back garden where mama and Akira told.

His hands clenched a sign that he was enveloped in emotion, "First mama, now papa, the two of them hurt each other." he muttered looking straight ahead.

***

It was late at night and her husband had not come home yet when he was eager to eat ice cream next to Farid.

"Eat the ice cream first, Akira. Your husband seems to be coming home late at night." advised mama while putting her phone, because he had contacted her son several times but was not answered.

"Well, Mama Akira wants to be next to Farid, keep his ice cream bought in mekdi, I don't want it in the refrigerator." his whistle, who now dares to be spoiled with his in-laws, he said, even now he was resuscitating his head on the shoulder of the mother-in-law.

"Curly, spoiled!" sewot Farell, who had just walked out of his room and was sitting on the living room couch, grabbed the remote and changed television channels.

"Bodo very!" sewot Akira won't lose.

"Rel, how to change, mama again exciting this watch." protest mama does not like.

"Gosh mama, no more time watching soap operas."

"You're the one who doesn't deserve to watch cartoons anymore" exclaimed mama annoyed when her television changed to sing upin-ipin even SpongeBob.

Without them noticing Farid and Fiora smiling sweetly noticed the closeness of the three.

Farid stepped slowly then without Akira knowing his burly hand was hugging his neck from behind.

"God! Mas, startled." whine spoiled.

"Lebay lo sis!" farell exclaimed but still focused on the show. Akira pouted and increasingly whined spoiled at her husband.

"Your sister's mom." then Farell gets a sharp look from his older brother.

"Farell is not polite!" mama shouted but the teenage boy pretended to be deaf like him.

"Mama!" call Fiora soft because now her lips are shaking while calling her mama.

Rita looked back as she was still unaware of her daughter's presence.

"Fio, are you here? So, why cry? There's something evil with you, baby?" but instead of answering, Fiora hugged Rita who was still sitting on the sofa.

Make all the attention towards her and her mother.

"Fio knows you don't hate Fio, do you?" her question was stammered, for crying so much. Mama was silent for a moment, confused about what to say to her son.

"Honey." and only a mutter along with a soft touch that the old woman can give to the girl who he had known was his daughter.

Farid and Akira look at each other, Farell can only look down unable to see the fact that Fiora is not his biological sister.

The shadow as he mocked Fiora was not a mama's child because Fiora did not look like mama at all, just shadowing her brain.

Turns out to be true, Fiora is not her mother's child.

Rita cupped her daughter's face, she understood for sure Farid had told her everything, it was better this way than to linger in hiding.

Lovingly, Rita gently stroked Fiora's messy hair.

"Darling, don't be so dear. Fio is still my mom's little daughter is equally papa, don't hate the same papa ya baby. Because of him you exist and can be the same mom, yes baby?" but Fiora still shook her head in disbelief.

"Fio mama's son, just mama's son, Fio's not their son! Mama loves me, right?" please look at Rita with hope.

"Yes dear mama to you, dear mama's daughter. But baby, papa it's papa you and Marisa's mother it's the mother who gave birth to you." explained Rita gently hoping that her daughter understood.

"But, mama... "

mama's gaze turned to all her children, "Listen yes, to all of you mama's children, I'm sorry to have done evil to your mother's daughter-in-law, you want to forgive mama?"

"Ma, why is it discussed again, we all have forgiven mom, right mas?" sahut Akira followed the nod of her husband, Farell and Fiora.

"So later, if papa apologizes, pardon huh? Papa remains your papa he's taken care of you since childhood, if you can forgive papa after what he's done for years, why don't you?"

"No, mama. What papa did was so disrespectful to mama as his wife."

tukas Farid firmly.

"Farid, everyone can make mistakes, so forgive papa you, so that we can all be happy together, huh?"

"But ma, I.. "

"Fiora... so we can be happy everyone forget about the problem, right? Fiora is still a mama's child." clasping her daughter's fingers tightly.

"Whatever mama, go!" decak Farell doesn't like to go to his room.

***

It's late, time is ten o'clock and Akira still faithfully opens his eyes while playing his fingers on the husband's chest.

"Can you stop no? Or I will ... " Farid growled stifled as he felt the soft touch of Akira's hand on his chest.

He had to endure it because he knew, Akira meant to seduce him to forgive Rayrin and allow him to play with Rayrin.

"Mas, you heard what Mom said! If everyone-"

"No!" ketus Farid with a red face extinguished resisting the turmoil arising from his wife's naughty lips that have risen to his neck.

"Stop baby, you're testing me?" hiss Farid was as inductive as restraining Akira with his body.

"Aah no! Mas, I want mekdi ice cream!" akira shouted before Farid attacked him.

Farid smiled wryly, it was tempting a new turn to be attacked directly, this wife, really.

"I've bought a lot of ice cream, is it over?"

Akira shakes.

"I want an ice cream that he buys mekdi ah same fries must be good." Akira brushed his lips with his tongue imagining how delicious French fries and mekdi ice cream can be.

"Why do you crave it all the time?" said Farid with a satirical tone because his wife is already willing to give birth still want something like that.

"It's you!"

"Is this what you want or our child?"

"Both!" sewot Akira is already upset.

"Yes-yes, Mistress. Just do not eat rice field in the city of Padang aja deh." joked Farid who got a deadly pinch from Akira.

Towards a truly final end. wkwkwk.