MARISA'S TEARS

MARISA'S TEARS
The Whole Family.


Mas Fahar looked at Elfata with his glare and then grabbed the tiny hand.


"Dad mintak sorry for being selfish and not caring about you and your mother, I want to go back to you two.


What do you have to do to get Elfata to accept you?"


Elfata looked at her father, all this time I never told her who her real father was. Now her father was in front of her.


"buy all the father's halts to Elfata, and if you hurt your mother again, and you want to separate.


Elfata smooth belsama mother, and father only take living expenses to beltahan."


My God, what is in the mind of Elfata. Child his age already understand things like this.


"gold....


I swear by anything, I never taught Elfata that.


If you do not agree with the terms of Elfata, do nothing.pardon Elfata ya mas."


Mas Fahar instantly wiped away his tears, and then looked at Elfata with a smile.


Renta, who was sitting next to Margona's mother, took a chair and sat down next to Sean.


"father agrees, because the father's treasure is you and mother.


If you make a mistake again, I am prepared to release you both and your other possessions.


I agree and have absolutely no objection, as long as I can be with you and your dear mother."


Hearing Fahar's reply to my son, Sean and Renta seemed to smile with satisfaction.


"mas Bani, bude and the subtle oma go with Elfata huh."


Mas Fahar nodded in agreement and then smiled, then wiped off his tears.***


We've been in this hospital for a week, the kids have been allowed to go home.


His oma of children is indeed extraordinary, he managed to recover and is currently running normally after therapy several times.


Finally we went home and before long Fahar, Sean and Renta came home with two women.


It turned out that Fahar brought in a notary, to sign the agreement we had agreed on.


The signing went smoothly and Fahar also collected his promise.


I tried for the second time with Fahar, as he said, to dissolve all the problems and make a new sheet.


Then I persuaded mbak Nining, mother and Bani to stay in Jakarta with us, as said mas Fahar there is an empty house behind the luxury house that can be occupied by them.


After a long drama and finally the three of them were devastated as well and were willing to come with us.


Then we got married in this house, later the wedding reception in Jakarta.


In the afternoon we went straight to Jakarta, took a trip for three hours and finally we arrived in Jakarta.***


The morning sunlight pierced through the window glass that woke me up, startled because Fahar was sleeping right next to Me.


Two more years not with him and now sleeping one bed with me, so awkward.


Slowly get out of bed and go to the bathroom, finish bathing and wearing the kimono in the bathroom cabinet, because our clothes have not been arranged from the suitcase.


It turned out that Fahar had woken up and brushed his teeth in the sink, that sweet smile coloring this bright morning.


"is he awake?"


My question was not answered, instead hugged me from behind. The warm embrace of the Fahar mas so felt.


"finally I can hug you again, baby."


Said Fahar while kissing my neck from behind.


Fahar slowly opened the kimono strap I was wearing.


I do not know how many times I peak satisfaction, because the game mas Fahar soft and satisfying and finally felt the lava spray of mas Fahar inside and satisfaction seen from his face.


Leaning on his chest were smooth-haired fields, sounding his rhythmic heartbeat.


Like this it feels married, calm and quite peaceful.sweet kiss on my forehead from the Fahar mas that makes me more calm.


"Thank you dear for accepting mas back to be your husband.


Mas wanted to ask one thing, is it because of the agreement that you accepted me again?"


Quite interesting question from mas Fahar, shifted a little to look at his face.


"after thinking for a few years, I can not deny that for real I can not forget you mas.


Many other men have tried to approach me all this time, but your name is still always in my heart.


I don't want to lose Elfata either, she's my encouragement.


Sometimes I get annoyed to see the face of Elfata that looks like Mu mas, but the more annoyed I see it even more dear.


His words are sometimes difficult for me to answer, his way of speaking and all his questions that make me sometimes die lice.


But Elfata never asked who her real father was.


if for a living, I can bear it because the results of the sale of comics and animated ads are more than enough.


Elfata education and health insurance already exists, and the cost for old age has also been set aside.


Without your treasure, we could both live on, but since my heart couldn't I lied about my feelings of love as well as Elfata who needed a father figure by her side."


The kiss on my forehead landed again, felt warm and made me more comfortable.


"then what about you?"


Mas Fahar was now leaning on the bed, and then pulled me slowly, then I lay my head on his chest.


"when you were ushered in by the kunyuk, I was so jealous.


But you look comfortable with him, and your fear is too much for Me.


The closer you get to her, the more broken my hope is to have you, and the last way is to be that way and force you to be my wife.


I never dated at all, because it was always you in my heart.


All this time I was rude, because you couldn't accept me.


Others are just for business.


I love you so much and I don't want to lose you."


Tok.....


"mother ... mother...."


The sound of knocking on the door and the call of Elfata stopped the conversation from Fahar, after he said Elfata, we both immediately hurriedly put on a kimono.


"good morning mother, yuk salapan."


Elfata just invited me to breakfast, and it looks like Fahar was angry because he was not invited by our son.


After Elfata pulled his father's hand, then the look of a soft face was gone.


Elfata waited outside the bedroom door, as we both wore clothes.


Then the three of us joined hands towards the dining room, a warm smile from Mpok Nori greeted us at the dining table.