Happy Ending's
Chapter 54: The Story of Jenifer

In life, there are sometimes things that need not be said. Just seen, heard, and enjoyed. Like the sound of the wind that greeted the flow of the Seine and decorated with the reflection of the lights and the tip of the Eiffel tower as if reflected in the river that is splitting the city of Paris into two parts.

Darrel tightened his arms, while Keyla breathed in the scent of the man holding her. I don't know how long and how many thousands of times he missed that scent. The decapitation is warm like the embrace of a mother who is cradling her child who is crying because he is sleepy. Warm, soothing, and feeling safe is like being protected by a father with a heartfelt love.

"Do you want to go home now? We've been here too long." Darrel started the conversation without letting go of his embrace. I think he wants to be in position forever. Keyla's sweet perfume smelled his kiss and filled his lungs with warmth.

"Put your hands in my shirt. Stupidly I brought you here without a coat." The man cursed himself. Although the wind is not so strong, if last night to be on the edge of the river without warm clothes, you can be sure to catch a cold! It would be very troublesome if you catch a cold in France, because here there are no dredgers especially baby shamans.

Keyla followed the man's words. Putting both hands into Darrel's shirt and stroking his back. Warm and feels very comfortable.

"Do you like my back?"

"Hmm."

"You have to do it often,"

"Hmmmm," retorted Keyla who refused to open her mouth. He danced his index finger on Darrel's back. Form small circles then form letters and a symbol of U. Darrel smiled, closing his body and stroking his hair and then down Keyla's slightly open back.

"Antonius?"

"Hmmmm?"

"Why does your heart beat so fast and so hard?"

"Because you're by my side." Keyla widened the tip of her lips to the right and to the left then pinched Darrel's back.

"Aren't you afraid I'll get back at him?"

"You can't do it."

"Hmmmphh! You're very confident."

"Antonius?"

"Hhhmm?"

"It looks like we should go home now. Otherwise, we'll freeze."

"I'd die if it was next to you."

"I am not willing! Who's gonna take care of my kids?" Keyla pinched Darrel's back again. This time the pinches are harder and feel hot on the skin. The man complained and increasingly tightened his arms because of anxiety until Keyla broke down.

"Do you think I'm a bolster?" Keyla pretended to be angry. He raised his head slightly and then bit Darrel's chest.

"You're happy to play games with me!" reply Darrel tickled Keyla's waist and armpits alternately. The woman laughed, trying to get away from her future husband, her soulmate, Keyla's face dimly lit lights look beautiful and stunning. Darrel made him flabbergasted and his heart beat faster.

"Key ...?" Keyla was silent for a moment and looked at Darrel's face ....

"Hmm?"

"I love you" he said slowly. Closer his lips to Keyla's reddish lips, kissed her gently, tactfully and unhurriedly.

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Keyla woke up but still reluctant to open her eyes because she was still sleepy, she reached out, fumbling up, down, looking for something beside her.

There ain't? He slept here last night.

"Are you looking for me?" darrel's chirps showed off his fluffy smile. The man was leaning against a chair made of rattan, he picked it up from the balcony. With a half-naked body, and also a laptop on his lap.

"Hmm?" Keyla groaning. Pulling his hands and feet that feel a little sore. Although not seeing clearly because of the state of the dark room, he was able to see a Darrel figure that was faintly illuminated by the light from the laptop. It reminded him of ten years ago. When they got engaged and when they got married.

"What time is it?" asked Keyla lazily.

"By 05:00. Are you hungry?" Darrel stopped his fingers pressing on the keyboard.

"No. I just have to wake up because today the kids are home. I want to clean the house."

"Sleep, Key. It's too early to work. You must be tired."

Keyla tilted her body toward Darrel, "I don't have an assistant, so I have to clean the house myself."

"Do you want me to find you an assistant?"

"no need. I'm happy to do everything myself."

Darrel got up from the chair, approached Keyla, "You mustn't be too tired because you have to give birth to my son."

"We already have two. Isn't that enough?"

"Two more."

"You're so greedy!" Keyla pinched Darrel's shoulder on it. The man rested on his two hands so as not to crush Keyla directly.

"You always make me never have enough."

"What about twins?"

"Did you mind?" Darrel spoke right in Keyla's ear. His breath was warm and his skin touched like a low-power, pungent electric current.

"Hmmmmm. I was young. Can still give you a son."

"Do you think I'm old?"

"I didn't say that."

"But you're trying to pin it?"

"No." Keyla shook her head.

"I'll show you that I'm not too old to have children yet" she said slowly before taking a walk on the belly of the woman wearing a lacy, satin-flavored slumber.

"How do you show me, Mr. Neighbors?"

Darrel put his lips closer to Keyla's lips and remained silent for a moment. Keyla's face was hot with Darrel's breath and vice versa. "I'll be your servant today."

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"Don't forget I said .. Can't move Clouds stuff or he'll get mad."

Keyla shouted from the top of the sofa while occasionally stuffing spicy cashews into her mouth. He gave instructions to Darrel who was cleaning his son's room. At first the man wiped the tables and items Clouds with extra care using a cloth that can make the dust stick without fear of the particles blurred if swept by the wind from the air conditioning. After that, he used a vacuum cleaner to clean the carpet.

After finishing the Cloud, Star, and the living room, he cleaned the kitchen as well as the refrigerator. Checking the food stock while occasionally wiping the sweat on his forehead. "Darling, do you want a drink?" he asked Keyla who was painting the nails on her feet in green.

Wonderful today .. I don't know how long I haven't painted my nails and relaxed without having to work on my house.

"Please bring me apple juice." Keyla answered by blowing her fingers so that the nail polish that had been applied dry quickly.

"Please, Queen Mother." Darrel put a glass of apple juice on the table. The man's face flushed with sweat. Her hair looks wet too. And again ... Keyla saw Darrel's lips. Wet, seductive look.

"Thank you." Keyla picked up her glass and started sipping apple juice that tasted fresh, slightly sweet and also had a sour taste. "That's fresh. Are you done cleaning?" Keyla leaned her body on the edge of the sofa, her body twitching, looking for the most comfortable position.

"My feet are so sore. Can you scold him?" Without waiting for long, the man knelt beside Keyla and began to massage her feet slowly.

"Antonius?"

"Hmmmm?"

"I can't wait to see our kids grow up." Keyla closed her eyes, enjoying the hands of the man who was pressing his feet seriously.

"Do you want to get old fast?" Darrel. He enjoyed the view in front of him. Slender, white and smooth legs. Feels tight and shiny.

"Yes. I want to grow old with you. Counting grey. And every once in a while we're gonna fight and then split the bed. Every afternoon, we sit on the balcony drinking jasmine tea accompanied by a piece of biscuit then we will tell about our youth and also miss our grown children. Do you know what I was thinking when you and James died?"

"No." Darrel listened seriously and looked at the woman's face.

"I thought I'd be a lonely, lonely old man." Keyla smiled bitterly and then followed with a smile of happiness.

"Oh, yeah. What about Margaret?" Keyla extended her right hand. As a sign, that he asked to be sewn in the hand. Darrel shifted right on Keyla's side. Started to massage his fingers and spread to the palms and arms. Keyla occasionally complained when Darrel's massage was painful.

"The numbers have improved. Fortunately there was nothing serious in his head."

"Where do you know him?"

"On the roadside. She was pregnant and had no one. He reminds me of when you were pregnant with the Clouds."

"Is that why you helped her?"

"Hmm."

"Then what about Fleur? Doesn't he seem to be in your apartment a lot?" Darrel could smell the scent of jealousy from the question of the woman whose eyes brushed away in ease. His lips were thick, looking slightly reddened.

"Do you want to distract me?" Keyla wrapped her hands around Darrel's neck. He could feel the man's warm breath on his skin. Their eyes glanced at each other for a while before the sound of people knocking on the door using iron slabs stuck on the apartment door.

"Inviting someone to the house?" asked Darrel narrowed his eyes. Keyla. "Your neighbor in front of the house?" Keyla nodded again. Still holding his hand around Darrel's neck.

The man narrowed his eyes, "Let me open the door, Madam" Keyla let go of her hand.

"Mrs. Keyla?" ask a man wearing a red shirt with a box in his left hand.

"Yes." Yeah."

The courier gave the parcel to Darrel and asked him to sign it as proof that it had been delivered safely and without defect.

"Who?" Keyla tilted her body to the right. A little curled up and his eyes closed.

"Courier. Shoes?" darrel answered paying attention to the sender's address.

"I ordered it for Fleur. I promised I'd change his shoes."

"Oh, God!!" there was a voice of regret and annoyance from Darrel's voice. The man crouched down in front of Keyla.

"I'm sorry, honey. I forgot to tell you. I've called Fleur's subscription shoe store and asked them to send it right away."

Hearing Darrel's words, Keyla opened her eyes and went straight to a sitting position. "How many pairs of shoes did you give me?"

"Four or five? I don't remember that much."

"Huh? Are you that easy to waste money? Is Fleur so valuable to you? Did you ever think that that much money could make a house in Indonesia?!" sahut Keyla who held tightly to Darrel's shoulder and shook his body.

"Are you angry?" ask Darrel plain.

"Hmmmphh! I'm not angry! That's your money anyway!" Keyla returned to her original position. His back and his head at the end of the sofa closed his eyes.

With that kind of money, I can expand my business! Keyla cried in her heart and cursed to know who.

"I don't want Fleur to come at you in anger. I don't like you being treated rude." Darrell tried to explain. He grabbed Keyla's hand and kissed her slowly. Hope Keyla forgives him.

"I've spent my savings to buy those shoes," Keyla answered with a lip. He could have worn them because they were the same size. But, still wearing such expensive items just to be stepped on is not the type of Keyla. He was too dear to the hard-earned money!

"I'm sorry, baby." Darrel kissed Keyla's hand again. This time it is softer that it is able to make Keyla like a fish taken from the pond and then left alone on the ground. Floundering.

"Stop kissing my hand!"

"You want me to kiss on the other side?" god Darrel saw a pair of upright gems before him and then climbed on the sofa and sat between Keyla's bodies. Luckily the sofa was quite spacious.

"Want to be kissed here?" Darrel said softly. He rotated his index finger and occasionally twisted it right on top of the pearls that poked out from behind the green short dress that Keyla was wearing.

"Antonnius ...." Keyla opened her eyes. Looking towards the man who was looking at her warmly and meant to seduce.

"Please stop."

"It's too late."

"Shhhh ...." Keyla hissed as Darrel's tongue and lips took turns touching parts of her. "Antonnius ...." Keyla curled her back up. "Still angry?" The man bit gently and one hand did not stop working down the other mountain. He touched it every inch, occasionally pinching it and cupping it in the palm of the hand at once.

"No." Keyla groaned and shook her head slowly. His eyes looked at meu. Her lower lip was bitten unconsciously. His face was flushed and his body felt hot. Darrell loved that view. Amazing things in his life that he had wasted.

"You want to go for a walk, my wife?" Darrel stopped his lips and also his hands. Both of his limbs wanted to save his strength for later. Either tonight or later after they sign the marriage registration papers.

"Where?" ask Keyla. His breathing had not been regular and he had no idea where his strength had gone.

"Selecting wedding rings."

"Antonius?" Keyla touched Darrel's face on it. He rests on one hand. The man feels this moment ... Keyla is the most beautiful woman in the universe. Her lips were wet seductively, her face was reddish white, her eyes were beautiful and her scent was voluptuous.

"Hmm?"

"Actually I still keep our wedding rings. Can't we just wear that?"

"No. The ring is a part of the past. Let's start something new. I don't want to make a mistake that makes me lose you again."

"What time do the kids come home?"

"Nine nights," Darrel retorted the strands of hair that covered Keyla's forehead.

"Where are we going?"

"How about a look?"

"No way."

"What do you want?"

"Your heart, your heart and yourselves."

"You've had it for a long time, baby," Darrel replies, then covers Keyla's lips just below her face. "Deplace your clothes. I'll come back after I change my clothes."

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Darrel stopped his car in front of a jewelry store not far from the apartment. From the outside, the jewelry on display looks stunning and can dazzle the eyes.

"Come down, baby." Darrel said softly as he opened the door. Keyla set her foot on the asphalt. Maroon red shoes with taper heels as high as five inches, and also matching color dresses that wrap his body perfectly. Her hair was left to be severed just like that and her long dress, had a hemisphere on the side. If you are walking, then the slender legs of Keyla will be exposed.

Darrel took Keyla. Right on her slender waist and lead her in. "Did you come here often?" keyla asked half a whisper.

"No. But this shop is best in Paris."

"Can I help you?" a guard approached Darrel and Keyla. Judging from his appearance, he was still in his twenties. Dyed blonde hair and greenish-looking eyeballs.

"We're looking for a wedding ring. Give it your best."

"Mmm .. anu ... Are you Darrel Douglas?" ask the girl doubt. He could not resist his curiosity. The man looks handsome and dignified. High body, field chest clad in a tight black shirt and able to accentuate his muscles. Although not young, but he is a mature man. Besides, girls today don't care about age. Age is just a number. The rest, appearance and material is the main thing.

"Yes." Yeah."

"May I have a signature?" The girl nodded with a cheerful face.

"certain. We'll be done picking rings."

"thank you. Sorry for my disrespect. Please come here," show the store clerk.

The rings displayed in the display case are nothing cheap. All the models were good but Keyla's eyes were fixed on a pair of rings right in front of her. The ring is made of white gold. For a plain bridegroom. And for the bride her ring is a white diamond. Looks shiny.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes. Can I try it?"

Darrel gestured for the shop clerk to remove the pair of rings in question. Keyla tried on her ring finger. Looks beautiful, graceful, and harmonious with the color of the skin and fingers are pliable.

"Is it expensive?" Keyla whispered right in Darrel's ear.

"Nothing is as expensive as you." Darrel replies then tries his ring. Fit.

"We chose this. And please give me the necklace that's on display there." Darrel pointed at the glass box that was plastered on the back.

"Good choice! Briolette diamond necklace!" The salesman was amazed! Darrel Douglas is not just a rich and handsome writer. But also loyal to his partner.

The blonde girl took her necklace in the glass box and gave it to Darrel. The man immediately opened it and put it on Keyla's neck. "Very pretty!" darrel whispers. Keyla's face blushed. So did his salesman. He became ashamed of himself watching the romance in a very stinging summer.

Finish making payments they get into the car. But Keyla's face suddenly clouded after knowing how much her future husband spent for her today. The money could be to buy two luxury homes in Indonesia's elite housing estate! He just found out that the necklace he is currently wearing is a replica of the necklace of Queen Elizabeth ll. Keyla wanted to run into the store and return the necklace!

"Antonius?" Keyla looked at Darrel with a glance. The man just finished putting his seatbelt on.

"This chalk .. I feel unworthy to use it. Look at my bag." The woman raised her mediocre handbag. Without the brand let alone the ingredients of crocodile or tiger skin. He produced the bag himself and some of his employees helped him sell it online.

"My bag is cheap. This necklace is too expensive for me."

"Darling .. The necklace looks expensive because you're wearing it." The man stroked Keyla's cheek. Trying to calm him down. Because according to him, the necklace is not comparable to Keyla. He can make a lot of money. But only Keyla was able to bring happiness to her heart.

"Stay ...."

"Srr." Darrel's index finger stuck to his future wife's lip as a sign to stop talking.

"Let's eat." Darrel drives his car on the crowded streets of Paris and the sun feels like burning the people below.

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