Married Little Princess Bestie
17. Little Attention Riswan

Mentari has not shown the light, but Binar has finished preparing all the needs of Riswan. Clothing, to details such as ties and socks that often miss. The man was still sleeping on the sofa when Binar had gone from there.

The twins gave her positive energy. Today he's building a plan. If not cooking, maybe you can try farming. Greg does it often.

The old man would have been happy to know that Binar had two Darmawangsa descendants. Imagining Greg being friendly to him alone, Binar was happy not to be upset. What if it's real?

Binar. The time when Greg no longer considered him a boy, but rather Riswan's legal wife. Even though she is greedy, she wants to be treated like a grown woman. Because after all, Binar has become a mother-to-be now.

Without a doubt, Binar peeked at the kitchen which was already crowded with cooks. Smelling water from there. Binar closed in while enjoying it, but the butler hurriedly blocked Binar's view.

"No, Miss," he insisted.

"I just smell the cooking. Besides, I want to make milk for me as well as coffee for uncle," said Binar with a clear tone. He tried to pity her, like a few days ago.

"Young master doesn't drink coffee, miss. If it's about milk, I can deliver soon," he said round. He's more obedient to Greg's word now.

The next question is, Riswan doesn't drink coffee, huh? Since when? Didn't Tria the mother often serve coffee when Riswan came? Binar.

"Is there anything else you can help, miss?" asked the butler to throw a daydream.

"Oh, thank you. The milk later, if it's breakfast."

Escaping from there, Binar peeked at Riswan's study. Obviously, the former coffee cup is no longer there. He was just idly figuring out the man's pleasure in order to order something to the butler.

Binar firmly wants to present a special menu for Riswan. Although not the result of his cooking, at least the man felt a small attention from Binar.

Moreover, Binar had said bad things to Riswan. Even if he regrets the marriage, it does not mean it is worth listening to Riswan, right? It's not delicious.

His gaze went through the whole room. There is hardly a single book that goes left or right. That habit is indeed reflected in the way Riswan dressed up. Perfect.

The new binar runs to the other side of the room when the door leaves open. He turned to look at the origin of the voice. Watching the figure of Riswan peek over there.

"Search what?" tanyakanya.

The man was fully dressed. Leave a suit that seems deliberately not worn. Then he walked to the desk, reading the files at a glance.

"I thought you cooked," Riswan re-opened his voice. Stirring up the self-steady Binar on the spot, "No need to cook, Binar. Danger. Find other activities that are not exhausting."

Of course Riswan wasn't looking at him, but the files there. The man was focused on finding something he needed. While Binar was still persistently observing him in silence.

"Maybe next week his teacher starts teaching. He graduated in mathematics education in America, has been certified to teach. While one subject first, let's talk again after your consultation session with the counseling guidance I've scheduled."

"What is counseling for?"

Riswan found the sheet he was looking for, then looked into Binar's eyes, "Career interest as well as the level to the University. I don't want you to be reckless about your future just because you're married."

Riswan prepared all. The matters concerning Binar, are safe under his control. He does not want the efforts of Ned and Tria to raise their children in vain. Binar must have a bright future.

The sentence incarnated like a strange feeling in the recesses of Binar. The future? Two words that hold a million uncertainties. After all this mess, he had forgotten the purpose of his life. All this time what did he want?

He did not even expect Riswan to think about his future.

"Not out?" chirp Riswan who without Binar realized had arrived at his doorstep.

"Eh?" stuttering Binar resuscitated himself, "A-I, iy-a."

***

Tinkling spoon unpretentious. After the excitement that Binar did, only this time they gathered together. Of course Binar was alert, mentally preparing before the old man spoke.

Seeming solemnly enjoying the dish, Greg then gulped down some mineral water. The man cleared his throat briefly when he again lifted the cutlery. Not a single bit of his sight moved.

"So how? What disease?" ask the old man flat.

"There is no problem" said Riswan.

They build conversation without looking at each other. Enjoy the food menu in front of them.

While Binar who was looking forward to the next sentence chose to pause the breakfast scene. He sipped the milk slowly, while observing Greg and Riswan alternately. It was impossible for the old man to finish his sentence.

"Fussy pregnancy is so certain because of the age factor. Many complaints are exaggerated. If she was more mature and learned first about pregnancy preparation, it would not be a hassle" Greg continued.

Not to Riswan, his tail immediately shone straight at Binar, "Not only time wasted, but also energy. Should've..."

"I don't mind, Cake," Riswan interrupted.

I don't know since when the man has devoted all his attention to Greg who attacked Binar. Riswan sharpens the stare. The exact same manner as when Riswan proposed to Binar.

"Of course you don't mind, Riswan. All this because of your carelessness making love carelessly!" snapped it.

The sparkle could feel the atmosphere around it changing. The servants standing guard not far from there seemed to be exchanging gestures in silence. Aib of the tightly closed family was immediately revealed. Cynical lyrics full of judgment was immediately addressed to him.

Deep in mind, Binar wanted to dodge. Hiding from the blasphemy revealed through the tail of the eye. He looked down deeply, while closing his distended stomach that had stolen the attention.

"Please don't say anything no, Mother. Especially in front of Binar," said Riswan firmly. Anger held in his chest made his jaw harden.

"Why? I'm talking facts, Riswan. In the future, such pregnancy problems will continue to grow. She was also careless and did not take care of her health, how could she give birth safely?"

"If you can?" Binar raised her voice, "Will grandfather stop degrading and admitting me as uncle Riswan's wife?"

Inner thunder Binar. He was fed up with Greg's increasingly outrageous remarks. His cruel eyes looked at Greg sharply, but the old man instead smiled wryly welcoming him.

"How many months have I been dying. I'd rather the evidence than the nonsense" he said.

Undaunted by the anger, Binar was ready to take the oath when Riswan first touched his shoulder. Binar didn't even realize Riswan had been standing there. Inviting the Bar to finish the breakfast full of contention.

"From today Binar ate in the room," said Riswan loud his voice, deliberately so that their servants received it as an order.

"I hope you understand that your spicy words can damage someone's appetite" he added.

They almost left the dining room. But Riswan who had embraced Binar suddenly stopped. Turning his head to Greg Darmawangsa, he continued a word.

"And from where Grandpa knows, our baby's twins. A very clear identity without the need for DNA testing. The binar contains the offspring of Darmawangsa."

"So please cooperate," they passed later.

Greg Darmawangsa is the only person left at the dinner table. The man still spelled out Riswan's sentence in the head. He understood very well the relationship between the twin genes with the Darmawangsa family.

Without the need for additional tests, inevitably Greg was obliged to agree.