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Arumi could not help crying. Seeing a baby reminds him of his dead son.

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Baby Ay who was disturbed by the noise immediately cried. And Nara immediately took her son from Nova's arms.

"Gue is not willing to touch people I love, including my children." Press Nara while holding baby Ay. Right now, his heart and brain were as if they were out of sync. As a mother, she felt sorry to see Arumi. She felt sorry to see the woman crying because she missed her child. But his brain seems to keep forcing him to be hard on Arumi. A woman like her cannot be loved.

Arumi held onto her chest that felt tight. The crying of the baby made him more tormented because of his longing.

"Rum, you better go home now." Septian. "Nara can't be stressed because she loves. Mending you go home."

Arumi nodded while wiping her tears.

"Gue Seneng look at you happy Ra. At least, it could reduce my guilt." Arumi.

"Don't get me wrong Nova. He doesn't push me, but I'm the one who wants to come."

"Gue go home first." Arumi sighed then turned around and walked towards the door.

"WAIT." Shouted Nara before Arumi came out. The woman turned to face Nara.

"After this, there's no need to see me again to apologize. Your arrival only opens old wounds. I'm sorry, though I'll never forget what you did to me. After this, I hope, we're like people you never knew. If one day we meet in disdain, let's just say we don't know each other." Nara.

"Thank you for sorry." Arumi said with a smile. "Hopefully you are always happy. Good bye." Arumi then exits Nara's room.

Septian approaches Nara who is loving baby Ay. Embrace him while gently rubbing his arm.

"You're proud of being able to forgive Arumi. By forgiving, your heart will feel more at peace." Said Septian while peeping the top of Nara's head.

"It was only my mouth that managed to say forgive him. But heart? not yet bang." Sahut Nara while looking at Septian.

"It's okay, as time goes by, brother is sure you can forgive him sincerely."

"I'm sorry Ra." Nova said while bowing. He felt guilty for allowing Arumi to come with him.

"Have Nov, forget it."

"Lo's not mad at me?"

"Little."

Nova approached Nara and hugged her from the side. "Sorry."

"It's ok."

The two then sat on the bed and began to talk casually. Seeing the atmosphere that was starting to be conducive, Septian immediately asked for permission to come out.

"Bring to the cafe bentar ya yang." Pamitnya while taking the keys of the motorbike and mobile phone that is above the nightstand.

"Now don't be late, bang."

"Yes." Yeah." Septian answered and kissed Nara on the forehead and left. He wanted to check the cafe. He also has an appointment with Diego.

"Duh, how nice those two guys are. I feel like a mosquito, don't you?" Nova.

"Makanya marah, so it can be friendly. Just track with, you don't." Nara Ledek.

"Huft, soul mate Oh mate, is your betrothed now?" Hiss Nova with a pitiful face.

"Eh, by the way, you were talking in the bathroom. Crazy yes, just a few days of giving birth already playing ahem ahem aja."

"Lo's brain is scratching. Our people no longer do anything." Nara answered while shaking.

...*****...

Shaila looks busy at the pantry cafe. He began making desserts with a new recipe that chef Roger taught him.

While Diego, the guy had been sitting on the dipantry. He seemed busy with his phone. I don't know what he's doing. But clearly, his existence makes Shaila uncomfortable. Shaila has no power to evict because Diego has been officially accepted to work here. Although the work is not clear at all.

"Lo's really dating Sha?" Mila asked as she glanced at Diego.

"No."

"Gue watched live lo earlier. He said doain aja, that means, you really have a relationship. Btw, you guys fit in."

"Not to dare to be nervous. We're nothing."

"Related?"

"Hem."

"If so, I'll get him."

Shaila glared at hearing that. He who was taking the cake from the oven until lost concentration. The baking sheet he was holding almost fell down, and to maintain it he held back using his left hand that was not wearing gloves.

"Law... " Sheek Shaila who felt her left palm hot was the famous baking pan that had just come out of the oven.

"Dong Sha's heart." Mila immediately saw Shaila's hand. The white palms look red.

"What's wrong?" Ask Diego to panic.

"Shaila's hand was hit by a hot baking sheet." Answer Mila.

Diego immediately pulls Shaila towards the sink. Shaila's hands were washed and washed with water from the shower.

"There's a burn cure?" Ask Diego.

"There, in front." Answer Shaila.

The two of them immediately headed to where they kept the P3K box. After getting it, Diego invites Shaila upstairs to be treated. They sat on a second-floor sofa reserved for guests who wanted to meet.

"Gue can be alone." Reject Shaila when Diego was about to apply the burn ointment to his palm..

"Can't be daunted anyway." Diego pulls Shaila's hand. Dolesedinya red-looking palms with a burn ointment. After flat, Diego blew his niup so that the heat was reduced.

Shaila's heart was beating fast. This is the first time he's been treated like this by a guy.

"Thank you." Shaila said as she pulled her hand. He didn't want to stay long for fear of getting baper.

"Don't thank me. Make a wife, whatever I do."

Shaila fell silent. The look on her face changed when she was called a future wife. He was still confused by his own feelings. And also, about Diego's feelings for her. He was afraid of being a ghosting victim.

"What about yesterday's proposal?" Ask Deigo.

"Hum..." Shaila was immediately nervous. "Eh. That's. I have to go back to the kitchen." Shaila was about to move on but was arrested by Diego.

"Don't bother. Put on a show to run away from everything."

"Mom, that's not it. But I do a lot of work in the kitchen."

"Cafe is still quiet. Why are you busy in the kitchen?"

Shaila sat down again. Diego can see Shaila's insecurities. What that means, his proposal was rejected.

"If anyone wants to talk, say something." Said Diego.

"Regarding the proposal...." Shaila was at a loss for how to explain it. "Isn't it just a misunderstanding. Mama Lo thought we were dating, when the original was not. We have nothing to do. No way, we're getting married?"

Diego smiled hearing that. Playboy-class kayak she must know what Shaila means.

"So you need a confession. Do you need certainty about my feelings?"

To be honest, Shaila does need that. Between him and Diego, there's never a word made up, there's never a thing called dating. The proposal was an initiative of Eva's mother, not of Diego himself. Of course Shaila can't take it for granted without knowing Diego's true feelings.

"Lo knows Sha. These few days, I've always been mocked by Damar. He always said I was crazy. Because what? because I often smile at myself. And all because of you. Every time I remember you, remembering when we were together, I must have smiled indistinctly. Even I always can't sleep before I reply to a chat. Although every time I send ten chats, you only reply 1, that's old."

Shaila just kept quiet, she didn't know what to comment. Actually he did it to fortify himself so as not to become a victim of ghosting Diego.

"What do you think I am, not love?" Ask Diego.

Shaila was still faithful with her silence, confused as to what to answer.

"That's love, I'm sure of my feelings. And I'm sure you like me too."

Shaila's eyes immediately glared. "Don't ge er deh," he denied while grunting.

"Haha... " Digo was instantly blown away.

"Gue can see Sha. Dimata lo, there's love for me."

Shaila lowered her head, her face flushed red and her heart pounded. Isn't that all clearly visible in his eyes?

"We love each other, so there's no reason for you to refuse me."

Shaila lifted her face and looked at Diego. It seems, this is a good time to reveal his uneg.

"House doesn't just need love." Shaila.

"But the most basic thing to building a household is love." Diego doesn't want to lose.

"Many things must be taken into account before building a household."

"What's? a living? I can make enough of the inner birth for you."

Shaila shakes. "Not only that. But also your ability to be a leader in the household. A man is destined to be a leader in the household. He should be able to guide and take his wife's child to God's paradise. Do you feel capable?"

Diego was silent, and the look on his face changed. He who was initially so confident so shriveled. Let alone guiding his wife and son to heaven, guiding himself alone, he was still incapable.

"Gue will try."

"Don't force yourself. I don't want you to do that for me. Just think about it."

"What should I do to make sure that I can be the leader of the household."

"Prove that you can be a prayer priest, at least for me."