Lady Rose, His Lover
Similar to his father

One morning, Daniel and Della were at the airport. Of course, there was Emilio who always followed behind them. With an alibi, running errands, to always take care of the nonanya.

But, Daniel knew, that his duty was not only that. Pleasing Della's heart, is one of the main tasks of the young man.

Della's face has been strained since she was picked up by her fiance. The trip this time, even though it made his heart beat violently.

Because, their destination this time is a place, a country, which Della avoids the most, in this whole world.

Inadvertently, the hotel, handled by Daniel, will open a new branch, in the country. But this time, a little different, because they will build a resort there.

Usually, in other countries, they will build luxury hotels like their business mecca. However, now, they want to try new luck by opening a beautiful and beautiful resort. It is located, just off the coast, an exotic island.

Although, the place they were going to, was far from the area the woman was staying in. But still, Della just tried, avoiding any possibility of happening.

No one knows if they will meet again or not!

With the fierce opposition from his fiancee, Daniel even more curious to go there. Moreover, Della continued to reveal the reason for the senseless childishness. This, too, made Daniel, feeling, even more suspicious.

Could it be... that place, related to him? Or even...he who is the real one is from there?

Despite this, he still had to save, all these suspicions. He can't show it in front of Della, or anyone else.

For he lived with all the people of Della, who was also the people of his future father-in-law, August Felipe.

Which although, he did not yet know their identity, the truth. However, Daniel believes, if the identity of the fiancee and her future father-in-law, is not unusual. They are not just ordinary conglomerates. There is another identity, which they have.

“Why still pout?” Daniel finally opened his voice. Swiping a little Della's cheek. Only, as a condition so as not to be too obvious his vain attitude.

“Finally, you won't listen to me! Though, right, could, you ordered someone else, to survey directly there.” Della expresses her complaint with auntie shrinking. Even, while shaking his legs a bit hard, act spoiled on his fiancee.

“But, I am the managing director! After all, after all this time, finally, we can vacation abroad, right! Not only works only!” joking Daniel as he pinched the little, Della's nose.

“I heard, nature there is very beautiful and the beach also has good waves. Maybe, we can try surfing there.”

“A long time ago... I want to take a walk like this, with you!” In his last sentence, Daniel occasionally glanced at his fiance. He wanted to know how Della reacted, to her words.

Because, after all, he had to make Della forget all the unrest that didn't know what it was. In order, Daniel can put forth an effort, to find out what really happened.

“Iya, yes! Also true! Come to think of it. We have never been on vacation, ever since you came out of a coma!” greet Della, with a more cheerful face.

The woman thought, maybe, by vacationing together like this, they could be closer. Because, Della does not deny, if, Daniel, still keep her distance.

It was as if, the man, not yet fully, opened his heart to himself.

In the end, the woman was no longer moody and the atmosphere was not always tense.

While behind them, Emilio looks sharply on the back of the man, who is being held friendly by his non.

As a fellow man, it seemed, Emilio realized that, all of Daniel's speech was impure. There is another meaning and purpose, in the man's speech.

Found, his back attacked by the cold, Daniel turned his head. It seemed, he knew who gave him that unease.

If, a Benny Callary would attack the man who did that to him. Even with just a look. However, a Daniel Ernesto did so, in a more subtle and wise manner.

“Ahh, Emilio! Have you had breakfast? I didn't even notice your presence, because you were quiet, from earlier!” greet Daniel with a friendly smile.

The point is, since there was only a world of him and Della. And Emilio was outside the circle of the two of them.

Insinuating that personal bodyguard, about his current position and status. Touching the degree that became a barrier between him and also his fiancee.

“Already, Sir! I have breakfast!” emilio replied politely and slightly lowered his head.

Although, inwardly, the young man was growling with anger.

Yep! He realized that he was just a doormat for his nona. So, no need, be clearly reminded, again. Because of this, it only hurts his self-esteem and feelings of love, which are difficult and almost impossible to reply.

Della, in fact, just turned her head towards him for a moment. Then act indifferent again. Then, preferring, to wrestle spoiled, to Daniel again.

Really am! The last few years have been some of the hardest moments Emilio has had to live.

Even so, if usually, Della likes to change men just for her pleasure, Emilio is used to it. However, this time, was the longest time, Della spent, with a man she chose.

In fact, it seems, the nonanya, already wear the heart. He gave his heart to the man. Because, with just a few simple words, the nonanya, will be easily persuaded.

***

And always, they don't want to go alone. Always, want them, to be with the whole family. Victor and Bella, always want to celebrate their happy day, with the closest people, with no one to miss a single one.

So, their purpose at that time was to visit where Rose was, in addition to giving up longing, the two also aimed to invite Rose, Berly, and Baz of course, to come along with them.

And luckily, everyone agreed. Including Uncle Alex, also tagged along. Because of that old man, it was already considered part of their own family.

“Night Brother called me, he said, he had big plans when we were there,” Bella said, as they were on their way to the airport.

“Huge plan?” Victor repeats. His eyebrows swooped with curiosity.

“Yah! The brother did not specify in detail what his plan was. What is clear, this is related to Rose and Berly,”, Bella replied as she raised both shoulders. He said what it is. Like, what her brother said to her last night.

Victor responded, raising an eyebrow while raising his shoulder as well. Even though he did not know for sure, however, he seemed to have a thought.

I don't know! If this assumption is correct, he only hopes, if, it will be best for everyone.

In fact, he could not impose his sister's will and feelings. Still, all decisions, are in Rose's hands.

Bergan, who was already grown, watched the chatter of his mother and father, from the front seat. He had the same idea, like Victor.

The boy, didn't know anything all this time. The present Bergan, will only speak, according to his capacity as a child.

He knew that his Uncle Baz had feelings for his beloved Aunt Rose. Although, Uncle Baz has a blood relation with him. Not necessarily make Bervan support his uncle.

Still, he placed more importance on the happiness of his Aunt Rose.

Like Rose, he still hopes his creepy uncle returns. Because, after all, her aunt, would only be happy, along with that man.

Haaaahh…. Bervan breathed a long breath through his mouth, which was half open. Towards the window on his side. Looking towards the streets, while making his hopes. I hope Uncle Ben returns soon.

***

A little girl, sitting with a stuffed penguin in her arms. He sits on the edge of a small garden in front of Zanna Bakery shop.

Her long blonde hair, braided from top to back. Tied with a large ribbon patterned in tune, with the dress she was currently wearing.

Yellow dress, with flowers and small leaves. Just like her mother had, when she was young. Her hair and skin were pale white down Rose.

Only, the shape and eyeball of the child, very similar to his father's. The little boy's eyes looked resolute, with a pitch-black net. Similar to Ben's dominant black iris eye.

Aye! That boy is Berly. Berly Zanna Callary is 4 years old.

He sat down with his knees bent and one of his elbows defied to it. Because, that hand, he was using to support a tiny face that was feeling, very bored.

“Rose Callary! Baz Peterson's! Are you guys still long?” shouted the little boy, in an annoyed and impatient tone.

Then, quickly, he put on his boring face, again. And still, stay calm. But clearly, he had started to frown in annoyance.

While in the shop,

Rose and Baz looked at each other. Both of them breathed helplessly.

If Baz instantly smiled, respond to the call. Rose also replied. “Call me Mama, Berly!” And a bit scolding.

“10 minutes Mama is not out, I will do it again!” Sounds from outside.

“Ck! The boy....,” Shaken Rose his head while clucking. “.... really looks like his father, who is impatient!”

Deg~!

This, enough to hit Baz's feelings. The man in front of her, feeling that he was opening his eyes, would be the fact that Berly was not his real daughter. Not his flesh and blood.

Meanwhile, he had considered the sweet and beautiful child, he had considered, like his own biological daughter.

But it's okay! The man clamped his lips, continuing their activities again. The ones who were fixing up some items, so that while they stayed, everything would remain safe in the store.

And as for the items they would bring, for the holidays, it was neatly arranged, on the side of Berly, who was already impatient, kept waiting, in front.

In the end, he will still carry out the plan he has made carefully. Baz wanted, too, to give a happiness, to Berly. Although, he was not his flesh blood.

Seriate…