Happy Ending's
Chapter 50: The Winery

Darrel opened his eyes. His head was still dizzy and he tried to remember what happened last night.

He rubbed his face with both palms and realized that he was not in his own house. Darrel finally realized that last night he came to Keyla's house and hugged her very tightly. After that .. he no longer knows what happened to him

Ouhhh, shit! Darrel snorted to himself. Maybe he was drunk and made him look like a stupid old man and**** in front of Keyla.

"Bring me, I'm making breakfast for you." Keyla said flatly when she realized that the man who had been raving last night was not clearly awake. The voice .. was like the chirping of a bird that perched on a tree when morning came. Tuneful, and sweet in the ears of Darrel who occasionally yawns because of drowsiness is still reluctant to go.

"I changed your clothes and washed them. I'll give it to you when it's dry."

Darrel saw that the shirt and pants had changed. But it was his own clothes. "I took the clothes from your apartment. I didn't expect that your password was your son's birthday" Keyla continued in a cynical tone.

"Stop playing with the cats. We're not young anymore. I can even see your hair starting to whiten."

Darrel took a breath. This morning was a troublesome morning as it was nothing, there was already someone nagging him. It was also a beautiful morning. The morning he had missed for the past five years. Where the man could hear the voice of the woman he loved when he woke up.

"Where's the bathroom?" darrel asked Keyla who was in the kitchen.

"Wear my bathroom. I've prepared your clothes on the bed" he replied. Keyla was busy in the kitchen. Cut carrots, broccoli, and boil chicken. Early in the morning he went to the supermarket and while Darrel snored in the living room. His sleep looked sound and his face was like without burden even though the wrinkles under his eyes were very clear.

Keyla had no idea why Antonius had faked his death and changed his name to Darrel. Whatever the reason, he won't ask until the man explains it himself. Keyla had also sent a message to her son, Awan. A photo of a tatoo with initials KA. Which means Keyla and the Clouds.

The clouds don't blame what happened. He has no hatred for his father. He just wants the person who gave birth to him happy. Moreover, the Star needs the figure of a papa. Since birth the poor boy never knew how cool it was to play with his papa. Unlike the Clouds who get affection from Antonius and James.

Darrel down the stairs. Her hair looks still wet and the scent of lavender soap that is often used Keyla out in the air. Fresh and instant the atmosphere in the kitchen becomes cooler like in the teak forest which is now out of nowhere else to be found.

"Sit. Your food is ready."

Keyla brought a plate of boiled chicken and vegetables placed next to her and placed it in front of Darrel who was wearing black jeans and a tight white t-shirt and wrapped his chest in a plane.

"Thank you." Darrel started putting pieces of carrots in his mouth. Followed by broccoli and also boiled chicken. Keyla poured water and put it in front of Darrel, "If you're still hungry, I'll get it again."

"No need."

Keyla returned to the kitchen and the house was quiet for a moment. There's no chatter. There was no sound of children playing while running around. There is no seduction let alone a husband and wife quarrel that ends with a wet voice when two lips touch each other and frown at each other. Silent. Only the clink of the fork and the plate collided. As well as the unceasing sound of Keyla's knife cutting something on the cutting board very painstakingly.

"When did the Clouds start school, Key?" Darrel started the conversation and felt there was nothing more to cover.

Darrel was trying to find a topic. In her mind, she preferred Keyla who seduced her spoiled, nagging, angry, or cursing though. He will accept it. In fact, if kitchen utensils were to float towards him the man would not refuse. Just don't shut up. The silence of women is like a calm sea that drifts and prepares to drown.

"Min ... next week," he replied with a sura that sounded like people were crying. Realizing that, Darrel put down the fork and knife in his hand.

"You okay, Key?" Darrel turned his head towards the kitchen and saw the figure of Keyla wearing a pink apron with a seagull decoration.

"I'm doing fine. Keep eating your breakfast." Keyla rubbed and wiped her cheeks using a tissue.

Darrell felt very guilty. Can a woman cry because she feels disappointed? Feeling cheated by her ex-husband for a very long time?

Keyla wiped his snot. Tears did not stop flowing and his eyes felt spicy. Darrel walked towards Keyla and hugged her. "Are you okay? What are you crying for? You can blame me. You can hit me. But, please don't cry any more, Keyla." Darrel stroked Keyla's back gently.

"Are you still drunk?" tanya Keyla releases Darrel's hug. "Don't you see if I'm chopping onions?" keyla continued with eyes that were wet between amused and also irritated.

"Hmm." Darrel became misbehaved and he went back to the dinner table and continued to eat breakfast.

"Ahem! Do you need a chauffeur to drive the Clouds to school?"

"no need. He prefers to take the shuttle bus," Keyla replied washing her hands after storing the chop onion into the refrigerator. "Oh, yeah. If your breakfast is over, leave the plate on the table. I'll wash it later" Keyla said as she walked upstairs to avoid having to mince words with her ex-husband.

Do you hate me, Key?

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After the bath, Keyla wrapped a towel around her body which was still slender but there was a defect in her stomach. An elongated knife cut that he didn't want to lose.

Keyla stood in front of the glass and let the towel covering part of her body just fall on the floor. He rubbed the scar on his stomach. The clouds, the stars, they were born from here. If for the sake of their happiness Keyla had to slice every inch of flesh on her body, then she would.

"Hi, honey?" keyla replied as soon as the phone in front of her rang. The sound of a crisp star is on the other end of the phone. He sat in a chair without getting dressed.

"Mama! I'm at the playground!"

"Oh, really? Mama is so jealous of you. Where's your brother, honey?"

"He's buying ice cream with Granpa."

"Is Grandma beside you?"

"Yes. Mama want to talk?"

"Huum. Please give Grandma the phone, baby."

"Hello, honey?"

"Your mom and dad are sorry, baby," Sabrina said softly. But for some reason, hearing his former in-laws apologize, a clear water flowed from his eyes. His body was trembling and his chest felt tight.

"Is that why Mama and Papa were eager to send the Clouds to Paris?"

"You think you still love and need each other. Your dad didn't agree because he was ashamed of you and felt Stevan didn't deserve you. Mama pushed him, baby. At the very least, if Mama dies, Mama can see you're happy."

"Mama will live for a hundred years. Give my regards to papa."

"Hmmm. Rest, baby. I'll take care of your kids."

"Thank you, Ma."

Keyla hung up the phone and got out of the chair. He laid down his body and covered it with a blanket.

"Key? Can I come in?" Darrel was standing at the door waiting for an opportunity to talk to Keyla.

"Come in. I thought you were home."

Darrel walked in. Dragging a chair to the bed of Keyla. "What do you want to talk about?" keyla asked her to turn her body around and turn her back to Darrel.

"If you want to be angry, be angry with me."

"Angering at you won't change the past." Keyla answered ketus even though he did not want to. Those words just slide.

"I didn't know you were moving to Paris. Mom and dad didn't tell her."

"If you had known, would you have avoided it?" Keyla asked doubtfully. Hoping if her ex-husband's answer is 'no'. Deep in her heart, Keyla often dreamed. Had Antony not died, he might have returned to him when James was gone. Yeah, maybe it's a short-sighted mind. But there is no such thing as a sneaky word in love. She thought that marrying James would make her completely forget about her ex-husband. But, he was wrong. In addition, James also rarely touched it after knowing he was pregnant. Keyla did not blame James, perhaps, the man was bored or reluctant or even felt uncomfortable because his wife thought of another man.

"Yes. I'll avoid you as far as I can."

Darrel's answer is like lightning during the day. Lightning that strikes when the sky is clear.

"Do you hate me so much?" Keyla's body shook. It bit the lower lip. Holding back crying so as not to spill. Meanwhile Darrel just pecked like a fool. He doesn't know what to do.

"If there's nothing else you're talking about. Come out. I'm tired and I want to rest."

I love you, Key.

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Today is the launch of Darrel Douglas' latest book in one of the most famous book stores located in Paris department store, Boulevard Haussmann. Her average female fans have been filling the queue since morning to be able to get autographs and take pictures directly with Darrel.

The romance-mystery books he wrote always bewitched the readers. The storyline is a little complicated and requires the accuracy of the reader and also not a beautiful teenage romance filled with flowers. His story is always full of intrigue and deserves to be kidnapped every background of his characters.

Like his book that soared to become trending and sales into the New York Times best seller 'De Laila'. The book tells the story of a girl who, since childhood, has been physically and mentally abused by her family, eventually marrying a best friend in childhood. Until one day, her husband and children were killed by unknown people. Search for search is sought by police. There was no sign of robbery, let alone an enemy holding a grudge against her husband. Once upon a time, a detective was investigating. The detective suspects Laila as the killer. The detective was also looking for a list of Laila's medical history and she had spent several months in a mental hospital in her hometown. Laila was arrested by police. Introgated. But the woman was evasive because she did not feel like killing her husband and two children. And in the end, the detective found a bright spot. Laila is innocent. She never killed anyone, although at first, she planned to kill her husband who had been having an affair with Laila's best friend.

After the photo and signature session was over, Darrel went to the shopping mall. Buy some bread and some fruit. After shopping, he drove his car to an apartment where Margaret and her children lived.

"Hi, Darrel. You haven't been here in a long time." Margareth's crisp voice greeted Darrel as soon as the door opened. The man who was wearing a casual suit with his misty hair smiled gently. Margaret could hardly tell the difference. She smiled or just widened her lips to look polite?

"Sit down." Margaret let Darrel sit on a not-so-clean couch. Lots of milk stains, ice cream, and no idea what else.

"Your kids are home?" tanya Darrel put two plastic bags on the table.

"Yes. They're sleeping. Is there anything you want to talk about?" search Margareth.

"none. I'm just delivering this. Then I'll go home."

"thank you. Be careful when driving."

"Hmmm."

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Darrel swerved his car in a cafe not far from his apartment. He chose to sit in the corner and away from other visitors. Darrel, who had been visibly agitated, made a phone call to Mark's number, his papa.

"What's wrong?" ask Markus ketus. Darrel hasn't said a word.

"If there's nothing important, don't call me."

"Didn't you say you wanted to see me the other day?"

"your mother. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have thought of you as a child."

"Did Papa tell Keyla and the kids to stay here?"

"Don't you know what your Mama really wants, Steve? Did you forget that her health is getting worse? I'm sorry I raised you! If from the beginning I knew your idea of faking your own death, I would kill you with my hands directly. Have you ever thought about your consequences? Never mind. I don't want to talk to you. If you really want your mom to live a little longer, just follow her wishes. Apologize to Keyla. If you need to prostrate at his feet. He's the one you've disappointed the most!"

Markus hung up the phone rudely. Darrel, meanwhile, is struggling with his own thoughts and begins to question the decisions he has made.

I ignored Keyla, I didn't believe her either. I divorced her, and I regretted it too. I thought I'd be happy if she was happy with someone else. Turns out, I was wrong. My heart hurt when I saw her laughing with her new husband. My heart was like being torn to shreds when I imagined her sleeping with another man. If only the time machine existed .. I would go back in time and correct all my mistakes and make them mine alone.