Happy Ending's
Chapter 55: Have You Ever Seen It.

"What do you want for lunch, baby?" Darrel asked from behind the steering wheel and occasionally looked towards Keyla who was staring straight ahead.

"I want Asian food." Keyla answered the mantab because her tongue did not match the western food that was identical to bread and foods that were flavored-according to Keyla's responsibility.

Suddenly in the woman's head flashed a snail. Or escargot's cool name. Oh, naw! Keyla won't eat the animal in that shell! He shuddered in horror. His skin creeps when stepping the snail melata while showing his grunts.

"You'll get what you want soon." As soon as possible Darrel drove his car to the avenue d'lena road to the Asian Shang Palace restaurant located at the Shangri-La Hotel, Paris, France.

"Antonius?"

"Hmm?" darrel replied slowing down his car and looking towards Keyla who was staring at him with teary eyes.

"What's going on, Darling?" The man took off one hand from the round-shaped wheel and grabbed Keyla's hand. Grasping tightly.

"Thank you for staying alive. Thank you for your death is just a lie. Although at first I was angry, but honestly my happiness was greater than my anger," Keyla said with a voice stuck in the esophagus because he was unable to hold back his tears so as not to fall.

"I know, honey. Come here." Come here." Darrel pulled Keyla's hand slowly to get closer to her. The woman also leaned her body. Wrapped his hands around Darrel's stomach like a very spoiled five-year-old. "Your eyes are too precious. Don't get kicked out too often" he continued. He kissed Keyla's head.

"Do you know what happens to me when you see you cry?"

Keyla nodded slowly. "It felt as if my heartbeat had stopped" he continued, looking ahead and looking for an empty parking space.

"We've arrived." Keyla let go of her embrace and sat down normally.

"Darling?" Darrel called slowly. "Come here." The man stretched out his arms as a signal for Keyla to hug him.

Keyla slid into her warm chest. Darrel stroked his back and head in turn but the woman was sobbing. Not because of sadness. But because happiness is so great that it cannot be expressed in words.

"Can we go out now? I'm so hungry" said Keyla, raising her face with a smile that adorned her lips.

"Wait a minute. I'll open the door for you."

Darrel got down from the car and walked to the other side of the door. "Please, my wife," said the man extending his hand to Keyla. "Thank you," Keyla replied slowly but solemnly. Their eyes looked at each other before they finally walked towards the restaurant with a typical European building. Classic, unique, and exotic.

"Darling?"

"Hmmm? Keyla turned her head and looked up so that she could see the face of the man beside her.

"When I see you smile, I want to live another ten thousand years with you."

"Now you're good at seducing!" Keyla pinched the waist of the man who wrapped his hands around his shoulders.

They both finally entered the building that has the European style. While inside the restaurant, a waitress wearing a black suit and pants led them to a special table for two. Pramusaji with Asian face was pulling a chair for Keyla. But when he was about to pull a chair for Darrel, he refused.

Darrel and Keyla took napkin in front of them shaped like a stork and placed it on their lap. "Sorry, please look at the menu." The waiter gave a menu list. One for Keyla and one for Darrel. While waiting for guests to choose the food they want, the man, who was about 170 cm tall with his hair-climbed, filled the water goblet with cooled water. "Thank you" said Keyla politely. The boy also threw his friendly smile.

"Please give me this." Darrel pointed to a picture of steamed fish with ornate chives and finely sliced red chili. "Then this," he said again pointing to an image of broccoli being watered using crab meat sauce. "It has. That's all." Darrel closed the conversation and the waitress took note of it and repeated Darrel's order once more to make sure.

He then moved to nearby Keyla who was seen seriously looking at the menu list in front of him. "I want this one." Keyla pointed towards the roasted duck piece. " ...and this," he continued, pointing to asparagus with garlic sauce.

"Is it the others, Mrs?"

"none. Thank you." Thank you."

Less than ten minutes of food that had been ordered was presented in front of them.

"Asian food is the best!" Keyla began to devour the food in front of him one by one in turn.

"Antonius .. how do you feel you can't taste food?"

"No problem to me. There is no need to choose food or sneer if it does not taste good. Most importantly my stomach can be full."

"Did Fleur know how you were?" Keyla began to pry again about Fleur because he had not received an answer when he asked this morning. He also did not want to repeat the same mistake. Letting other women be in their homes.

"No."

"Do you like it?"

"No."

"Did he come to your apartment often?"

"Sometimes."

"Does he know your household password?"

"No."

Keyla was silent for a moment. Turned his brain back. Think what else he wants to ask.

"Ask, baby. I'll answer whatever your question is" said Darrel softly, casually and authoritatively. He gulped down some drinking water in front of him and raised his right hand as a sign that he was calling the waiter. A few seconds later, the waiter arrived. Take the plate that has been filled from the left. "Thank you" Darrel told the climatic Asian man with a friendly smile.

He saw Keyla sitting in front of him. Eat slowly and look like he is enjoying the food he put in his mouth.

"How do you know each other?"

"He's my friend's son. His mother died giving birth to him. His father often traveled abroad. That's why she became a girl who doesn't know the rules."

"I won't sympathize with his miserable past life. I don't care if you think I'm a bad woman," Keyla said again putting in her last asparagus and biting it with a slightly conceited face. Darrel smiled at the sight. According to him, Keyla has now turned into a mature woman. Dare to express thoughts and what they feel. Unlike before, who harbored anger and questions in his heart, then left to avoid what he thought was a problem.

"Listen to me, Antonius." Keyla said before lubricating her throat with a glass of water. "I don't want any other woman among us. I don't care if it's your best friend, your friend, or even your brother. That's also if you have," he continued, wiping his greasy lips and looking wet. Meanwhile, Darrel quietly swallowed his own saliva. His eyes could not escape Keyla. Seeing the woman speak fiery, it felt like it was making her hot. Moreover, while observing Keyla was taking a deep breath. His cleavage looks tantalizing as it goes up and down.

"You'll have to ask my permission if you meet them. Don't secretly meet the other woman behind me. Do you understand?" said Keyla again. Squinted his eyes towards Darrel who was leaning against the chair while crossing his two hands on his chest.

"understand. I'll do whatever you ask."

"In addition, if your best friend's child comes home, you should tell me. Don't let him into your house. Just talk outside."

"How about starting tonight I stay at your house?" Darrel smiled. His eyes were sharp but Keyla was unwilling to be affected by the look. Keyla has determined, if being a possessive wife can make their household whole, why not? He did not want to fail again because the widow's status for the third time was not something to be proud of!

"We have to talk to the clouds."

"It's over?" Darrel raised next to his eyebrows.

"For now it was. The others followed."

"I only have one request."

"What?"

"Whatever our problems will never avoid me. I'd rather you get angry, curse and hit me than secretly get out of the house."

"Do we need to call a lawyer and make a pre-marital agreement?"

"no need. If you fuck up I'll ask Cloud to beat you up!"

Darrel laughed at hearing that. "Are you going to tell him to kill me?"

"No. I'll ask him to kick you in the next day until your two tulurs break apart!" reply Keyla thrust a fork at her grilled duck with 45 spirits.

Hearing Keyla Darrel replied laughing amusedly as well as painfully. He imagined if the Clouds really did that then it shattered already his life as a man known to be male.

Keyla raised her right hand up and a waitress approached. "Can I help you, Mrs?" The maid, wearing a black knee-length skirt, asked about her guests' needs while bowing her body.

"Please give us the best dessert here."

"Mohong awaited, Mrs."

"Eyeah! Where did we get to?" Dehem Keyla made Darrel tense up a bit and reattached his ears. I don't know what else he'll say this time.

"Until the egg," Darrel replied hesitantly with a face that was heating up in embarrassment. No one in his whole life has ever said that to him.

"I want you to think of the Star as your own daughter" Keyla said. Eyes down. Not a few seconds ago.

Darrel straightened his back. It takes air through its nose very deeply. "Key, the Star is my son. He was born from your womb. His father .. I mean James, he's been taking very good care of you and the Clouds." Darrel paused for a moment and Keyla waited for her follow-up in curiosity. " ... James has taken care of you when I'm not by your side. I owe him a lifetime. The star is my son" he continued. It was with great emphasis that Keyla knew that she was not bragging about her words.

"Keyla!!"

Not yet Keyla took out the words from her mouth that had opened, there was a voice of a man calling her name from a corner of the room.

Darrel and Keyla looked around. Search for the direction of the sound source. It turned out to be a tall man who was wearing a white suit and pants with blue checkered shirts. Keyla looked for a moment at the man approaching her. "Victor?!"

"You look so beautiful today!" Victor said excitedly. He pulled the chair from behind him and positioned himself to be next to Keyla. Victor seemed intentional and stupid if Darrel had observed himself like he wanted to chop up his body.

"Thank you."

"It just so happened that we met. Isn't this like we were destined?! Haha."

"What are you doing here?" keyla asked and ignored Darrel's gaze as if asking her to stay away from the man.

"Meet an old friend. That's her! Who came down from the stairs. Milky! Come here!!" chanted Victor with a wave of his hand.

A milkyo? The name is no stranger. Could it be that Bima?

The tall man wearing tight jeans with fading colors coupled with a long dark blue shirt walked closer to Keyla.

"Male! Introduce this. My new neighbor. Keyla." When Keyla turned to the left, he found a figure that was no stranger to him.

"Yes, God! Milky?!"

"Keyla?!" reply Bima shocked! This is a special coincidence. Ten years they have not met. In terms of appearance, they have not changed much. It just looks more mature and sturdy in living life!

"How are you?" Bima hugged the woman. His position is still as it was. Sit over. While Bima bowed.

"I'm doing fine. You alone?"

"Excellent good! Especially after meeting you!"

"See me a seat."

Bima listened to Keyla's words. He pulled out a chair and sat down next to Keyla. The woman was flanked by two handsome men. Victor is on the right, and Bima is on the left. Then on the other seat, there was Darrel clutching his hand firmly. His eyes grew sharp and he saw Keyla. But the woman was too complacent because she met her friend and ex-lover. Milky.

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As soon as he reached Keyla's house, Darrel went straight up to the woman's room. Without speaking, without taking a word out of his mouth. Since the sudden presence of two men in the restaurant, his mouth was locked. Nearly fifteen minutes into their conversation, Darrel only occasionally replied. That too when asked. If not, then he would rather watch. Also on the way home. He did not answer when asked, nor did he ask.

The man undressed the top. Letting his chest open and then sitting on the rattan chair beside the bed. Opened laptop. Started to see the lines of letters he typed this morning.

"Are you jealous?" Keyla who had been watching since then finally spoke up. In my heart, I was laughing. Not that he did not know the man did not like his woman close to another man, but Keyla deliberately did it and did not rub his eyes that seemed to say 'Let's go here or I'll beat up those two shameless brats!'

Darrel didn't say. His hands were moved haphazardly on the board with a series of letters. I don't know what he typed? Darrel doesn't know either. He just had to pretend to be busy and not listen so he wouldn't have to answer the question of the woman standing in front of the glass and seeing the reflection of the shadow of the man behind him.

He poured a glass of water into a glass that was already available on the table. Slowly Keyla walked towards Darrel who looked serious. He remembers once. In the past, when he was angry, then the man would immediately vent to him. Talking is a bit rude and .. will use his skill of teasing himself. Is that guy not doing it anymore? Keyla smile. Busy with his own thoughts.

"Drink, baby ...." Keyla held out a glass of water but was rejected raw. "thank you. Just put it on the table." The words that just came out of Darrel's mouth sounded very sexy in Keyla's ears. A raucous voice, anger and a pile of jealousy.

"Ooh! I'm sorry, baby!" A contrived sentence was launched by Keyla as she spilled a full glass of water over the man's chest. The cold water, her hot self and Keyla who was trying to make the man's anger disappear.

Darrel did not react. He put his laptop on the side of the bed and looked at his wet stomach and pants. "I have to go home and change my pants, Key." Not yet Darrel stood Keyla prevent him by touching his shoulder. He told her to sit back.

"Let me dry for you." Keyla opened her legs wide. Sit on Darrel's lap and let their faces meet. Keyla, throw the words right in Darrel's ear, "You look sexy when you're jealous."

The man just smelled a thin smile. Letting Keyla do as she pleases because her task this time just needs to enjoy.

At first Keyla dipped her fingers into Darrel's hair which focused on seeing the face of the woman in front of him. He patiently waited for what Keyla would do. Afterwards, Keyla landed a small kiss on both of Darrel's eyes, turning to the cheeks, forehead and last lip. He bit his lip in front of him. The small bite that made both of Darrel's hands gripped the two sides of the rattan chair. Afterwards Keyla put her own tongue into Darrel's mouth which opened automatically like an elevator door. Their tongues are interlocked. Attract each other slowly and fully.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" tanya Darrel stopped her movement.

"No. I don't need to seduce you. I just want to make the anger inside you disappear." Keyla replied half teasingly. Putting his lentic radius in Darrel's pectoral muscle. The circle at the end that was brownish in color and slightly hairy felt harder than before. Keyla touched her with her thumb and occasionally squeezed Darrel's chest muscles along with her lips and tongue in action. The longer Keyla's face went down. Tracing every inch of Darrel's body with his hands, lips, tongue and mouth. He knew the man liked him. And according to him, this is the best way to solve problems at his age. Acting new talk.

Keyla-Keyla

Moments later the man who faced Keyla stiffened and shook with the name 'Keyla' coming out from between his lips. Darrel's breathing was still panting, his body wet and his eyes revealed satisfaction and tenderness. Where did the anger go? It's gone!

Seeing Darrel's reaction, Keyla felt herself to be a truly mature woman. He knows Darrel loves him, but that doesn't mean the flies named women will immediately stay away from him after knowing he has a wife. Nah! Many women do not know their position! In fact, most think that loving someone's husband is challenging and needs to be fought for. Where does such perverted thinking come from?

"Are you still angry?" Keyla who was kneeling looked up. Looking fixedly into the man's eyes even though there was a little something bothering him. The existence of another Darrel, which was located at the base of his thighs was still standing upright, rigid, and looked muscular like a flagpole in the middle of the field.

The man bowed. Put both hands on Keyla's jaw. "How can I be angry after what you've done. But please don't repeat. I don't like you being close to other men, laughing with them and touching them physically. In fact, if it's your own husband."

Oh, naw! Keyla can catch Darrel's last words. Keyla wondered if she used to feel jealousy and anger when she saw him and James together? That must be what I meant! Because at that time, even though they had split up, Keyla and Darrel who was still using the name Stevan Antonius still met and visited each other. And in that visit there must have been Clouds and James.

"Are you hurt?" asked Keyla put her palm on Darrel's face covered in fine feathers. The man was silent for a moment.

It's more than jealousy, Key. But disease! The illness that resulted from the deadly viruses even though the one that touched you at that time was your husband. If you don't remember that James was the one who took care of you and raised the Clouds, I might have gone mad. Lose your mind and kill him and take you from him. Seeing you hold her in front of me, kissing her, laughing with her, is more painful than a pain at the edge of death.

"I don't like you being close to other men" she said gently and then pressed her lips against Keyla's lips gently. And without feeling the man's cheeks wet. I don't want to lose you again ....