
After Pandu exited the room, Juna opened the window and lit a cigarette, took a deep sip of his cigarette and exhaled heavily until the smoke rolled in front of him.
His love for Viona as well as his affection for Nara was indeed sincere from his deepest heart. However, as time goes by the obsession comes into play there. The status of Viona's widow makes the desire to have stronger, so the reality that is emblazoned that Viona never has the same feelings as her is thrown raw.
For a few years now Juna tried to knock on Viona's heart, but the door was tightly locked. Juna actually knew very well, someone Viona hid behind the door. Viona's heart room is full of wounds but love is always alive for its residents.
When Viona decided to try to accept it, Juna seemed to be tossed into the seventh sky. However, when her hopes had just blossomed, the occupant of the locked room appeared again before Viona.
Various fears arise in Juna's mind because he knows who the owner of Viona's heart. From there her obsession and ambition begins to spiral out of control, fearing Viona's decision to start a relationship with her falters and changes with Bima's return in their midst. Although he had injured Viona, Bima was not a figure that could be removed just like that because the man was Nara's biological father.
Love is dangerous, making a sincere Arjuna ambitious.
*****
At eleven noon Bima came out of his company building and asked Adrian to handle his business in the office in the next two hours. He was about to go to Nara's school, Nara's smile and babble made him miss half to death to want to be reunited with his baby.
The shiny black sedan stopped in front of the school gate of Nara, along with a yellow BMW that had also just arrived. Bima came down from his luxury sedan with a formal suit and also his sunglasses that he deliberately used to dispel the glare of the sun while driving. Then from the yellow car came down the figure of a beautiful woman who was not at all suspected, it turned out that it was Viona, who looked elegant with a knee-length dress of peach color patterned with flowers.
Bima opened his sunglasses and a little surprised, so Viona could not drive for fear of driving a vehicle, but now his ex-wife was carrying her own car without a driver.
The look on Viona's face turned flat upon seeing Bima's presence there, though in her heart she admitted that Bima was getting more handsome and charming in her current ripe age, but the pain of the wound was still felt in his heart mixed incompatible with his longing for the same person.
“Mas, what do you want here?” ask Viona ketus.
Bima rubbed his own nape then reviewed the smile. “I, I'm here to meet my Son,”.
“Sorry not to ask your permission just yet, because I don't have your phone number.”
It's true that Bima feels bad. Viona catches him stealing time to meet Nara without asking permission first, but about the reason the mobile number is indeed contained mode in it, she wants Viona to give her number voluntarily to him not by force.
“Hemm,” Viona replied briefly.
“Since when?”
“Not your business, Mas!” Viona swears she doesn't like it.
“So how about mobile number? How come I also have the right to meet my son, but in the future I will do it with your permission, for that we need to communicate, right?”
“What did Mas mean to take Nara from me? Don't expect!” Viona's hands clenched.
“Why do you think that far, of course I won't. I just want to meet Nara, that's it. that's it if you allow.”
“Om Beruaaang...”.
Nara's voice distracts Bima and Viona, and Nara runs towards them with Bik Yati admonishing behind her.
Nara was so happy to see Bima there. Actually since yesterday the smart boy secretly looked at this man's face carefully, very similar to the person in the photo at the house of Grandma Annisa and also the photo tucked in the journal of his mother, the, and I don't know why Nara really likes this guy.
Bima crouched down to welcome her little girl who was getting closer. Nara stopped right in front of Bima.
“Om Bear again what's here? is this Om Bear Nara's theme father?” asked the boy with his plain eyes.
*****
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