Just Want to Be Appreciated
Begged

Risa arrived at home, but reached home she was immediately welcomed by the family who had arrived first at the birth mother's house from Mom Citra who had settled in Indonesia. Risa knows if she will definitely be in an all-out trial by the family, but her decision is already unanimous to replace Hanna's position as Hilman's bride.

"Clarisa, sit!!!" Arsielo.

Risa smiled and she immediately sat opposite Daddy Arsielo Anderson, she looked relaxed without the slightest burden. Risa with a face blend between Italy and Indonesia makes her beautiful perfectly, she is a cheerful girl who is firmly not easily oppressed. And it is not easy to grieve, if he is sad then he never dissolves in his wound. He will continue to strive to stay happy.

Even now he looks ordinary without burden, a sense of anxiety must be there. But it does not seem the least he showed, let him sacrifice a little because he does not want his family destroyed. Even with the return of Devan makes their family warm, what else if two of his nephews also gathered and introduced to the family of Daddy Arsielo in Italy. It must all feel so beautiful, this is Risa's simple dream. Seeing her Mom and Dad happy with all the family members gathered.

"Are you aware of your words?!" dad Arsielo Anderson asked with a heavy and stifled voice, his eyes as sharp as an eagle staring at Risa.

Risa nodded, even over and over, "Dad, don't ask again. I'm pretty sure, and I'm an adult. So I have the right to decide my choice" Clarisa replied.

"This is not Clarisa's choice, you are not asked to choose" Mom Citra said.

Risa smiled, "Mom, know this beautiful and attractive Mom child really likes a challenge, and I won't back down," Clarisa replied with a smile, "Come on Mom, smile. Your youngest child will marry, and will not trouble you continuously, happy huh.." chirped Clarisa.

Mom Citra shook her head and did not know what way she spoke so that Risa understood, "Wear your brain Clarisa, this is married. You will marry a stranger" Mom Citra growled at the repeated commemoration of her daughter. Until he pulled the collar of the dress used by his daughter, Mom Citra really could not resist her emotions.

"Come on Mom, Clarisa's already a scholar" Risa said proudly.

"Clarisa, you're considered an adult. And once again Dad asked. Are you sure of your decision?!" Dad Arsielo looked at Clarisa with confidence and he wanted to hear the answer from Clarisa's lips with confidence.

"No, Clarisa. Let's just go back to Italy," Mom Citra asked.

"Yakin Dad, Clarisa is getting married to Mr. Hilman," Clarisa smiled, and she got up from her seat.

"Clarisa wait!" devan's voice managed to stop his footsteps, instantly Clarisa turned around and saw Devan standing in front of the main door.

Tap tap tap.

Devan continued to step in, he looked at Clarisa who was also waiting for him.

"You don't have to marry Hilman, me and Hanna are getting a divorce" Devan said.

Mom Citra held her chest, on one side she wanted Devan to stay with Hanna. But on the other hand he also did not want his daughter to be the victim.

"But what about Mom Devan's granddaughter?" ask Mom Citra.

"He will live happily Mom, with Hilman who will be Dad" Devan replied with a sick feeling.

"Can Mr Hilman be a good connecting father?" risa's asking is full of intimidation.

"Yes, I'm sure" Devan's trembling voice showed him wounded.

Risa smiled at Devan's reply, "Means I'm not wrong to agree to marry Mr. Hilman," added Risa with a smiley lips.

"My brother Dev is tamvan, I've grown up. Don't continue to treat me like a child," Risa smiled widely, even up and down her eyebrows, "Why are you sad, I've decided to marry Mr. Hilman whose own sister just said she's a good person" said Risa again.

"Clarisa....would you like to go for a walk as you please? Mom will even return the black card that Mom once seized the other day," Mom Citra bargained.

"Hehehe....." Risa chuckled, "I'll marry Mom, and there's no need to offer anything else. I'm sure."

"Alright," Arsielo saw solemnity on his daughter's face, "Dad follow your decision."

"Are you crazy too!!" growled Mom Citra to pull the collar of the husband's shirt.

Arsielo Anderson immediately hugged his wife, he knew the current image was terrified of what his only daughter would experience. But Arsielo feels Risa is big and has the right to determine her life path. In addition, he really knows the character of his daughter, even he believes Hilman who will be afraid of his favorite chatty girl. Even if Hilman does not do well, Arsielo and Devan will not be silent.

"Ok Brother Dev, don't make me hate you. Focus on the happiness of your wife and children, atone for all your sins in the past. Do not make what I do in vain, and believe that I will also be happy," said Risa although she is not sure of the word happy, but not Risa's name if you do not dare to take risks.

Hanna who was following Devan from earlier was just standing in front of the door, she heard everything Risa said.

"Hi Sister-in-law," Risa greeted with a crybaby, if everyone was thinking about her fate. Then not with Risa, he looks to enjoy all her.

Hanna quickly hugged Risa, she continued to cry with a deep heartache. Her hands continued to hug Risa so tightly, "Risa forgive me," Hanna softly cried.

Risa patted Hanna on the shoulder, "I'm fine, don't cry," with her soft hands Risa wiped away Hanna's tears, "Do you want to promise?" ask Risa.

Hanna quickly nodded, and looked at Risa's face.

"You must promise to make my two nephews happy" Risa said.

Hanna is not sure about Risa's request, if she is happy with Devan and her two children then what about Risa.

"Risa you still have time to change your mind" Hanna said again.

"This is not my decision, please respect my decision. Please please happy her my dear niece yes," Risa pinta with a smile.

"Risa..hiks...hiks....hiks...." again Hanna could only cry looking at Risa's face at this time.

Risa's eyes suddenly saw the old woman walking in accompanied by an Art, "Where's Grandma?" risa asked, and she immediately hugged Grandma's arm.

Aminah's elderly grandmother, with her twilight age and wrinkled skin smiled, "Grandmother from the next door neighbor's house, there is a thanksgiving event," replied Grandma Aminah who was still strong walking it, and she was, even Grandma Aminah smiled easily.

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