Marrying the Father of My Foster Son
The Dream that Came Kandas

Dinner has arrived. Queensha was so deftly serving her husband, pour rice into the plate and do not forget vegetables and side dishes as complementary foods placed on a white plate made of ceramic quality number one until fully filled by homemade cuisine. There is not the slightest sense of awkward when he prepares all the needs of his beloved husband and children.

"Eum, delicious. Rora likes the vegetable capcay made by Mama," praise Aurora while feeding broccoli vegetables into the mouth. He chews vegetables made by his dear mother with eyes sparkling happily.

Since Queensha decided to return to Ghani, he began cooking food for Aurora again. All sorts of recipes that his late birth mother had written, he began to practice again. Luckily the mother's recipe book is still neatly stored in the suitcase so that she can process a variety of dishes that are passed down through generations.

Queensha took the broccoli and chicken back onto Aurora's plate with chopsticks in her right hand. "Eat a lot so that you grow up quickly. If you're older you can be the architecture of your dreams."

Speaking of dreams, Ghani recalled their conversation about three months or four months ago. When he and his wife came home from the amusement park, Queensha had told me that he wanted to become an architect, study engineering and become one of the outstanding students in his field. But unfortunately, the dream had to run aground when persuaded Mia began to shake Gunawan's defense. The man who is completely under the control of the devil in the form of an old woman can take away the dream of Queensha so that the young girl must be willing to bury all dreams and give up a fortune of the father used for tuition Litta.

Put the chopsticks on a small bowl, then reach for the glass that has been filled with water. He held up the drink until it was gone. "Oh yes, dear. Speaking of architecture, are you still interested in expanding your school to a higher level?"

Ghani's question successfully distracts Queensha from the tiny figure next to her. He furrowed the eyebrows of the confused sign, tumben once Ghani asked about his personal affairs. So fill Queensha's head this time.

"Interested, anyway, Mas. However, with my current condition it feels difficult to be able to continue my S1 education. In addition to saving money is not enough, I also have difficulty dividing time between family, home, and college assignments. So instead of me not being able to perform all three tasks well I better choose one and I decided to choose to be a housewife, take care of all the housework and take care of you and our daughter."

The left hand under the table squeezes the end of the dining chair where he is sitting now. The taut fingers gripped tightly to reduce the pain and disappointment in themselves. As an ordinary human being, of course Queensha was disappointed at having to swallow the bitter pill for the umpteenth time. However, he tried sincerely all done for the common good.

Ghani was looking over at Queensha, seeing a hint of disappointment in the look in the woman's eyes and his wife's eyes looked teary as if he was struggling to hold back from shedding a tear between his cheeks. Without a word, he knew that Queensha was sad because she could not realize her goals.

Pour water from the teapot into the glass, then straighten it until it runs out unceremoniously. "I appreciate your decision, honey. But have you thought about it carefully? I don't want to regret it in the future" Ghani said. "If your control is money, I'm willing to pay for your college until you graduate. Want S1, S2, or S3 at once, I can send you as long as you can achieve your dreams."

"Then, for home affairs, haven't we agreed to hire a housekeeper? Mother and Aunty Rini are trying to find someone to help here. So someday all the business of work is no longer you who take care of but our ART. You stay focused on college while occasionally taking care of me and Rora."

"When you go to college, Rora can be entrusted to Mother's house so as to accompany my parents until you finish college. Suppose I am not working, I can take good care of it. Simple, right?" ghani said at length.

The sturdy finger cupped Queensha's right hand which was holding the chopsticks. Ghani rubs the back of his wife's hand slowly. He softly said, "Darling, think carefully, do you really want to let go of the dream you have been dreaming of since you were a child? You mean what you said just now? Not afraid of regret later in the day?" Searched Queensha with all kinds of questions.

The sturdy defensive wall that was built finally collapsed. One tear drop indicates that Queensha is actually not really willing to let go of her ideals just like that. Moreover, he had promised to build a house for the mother with his own design.

With trembling lips and both shoulders moving up and down, Queensha said, "I don't really want to bury myself in all my dreams. I wanted to make a dream come true when I was a teenager. However, I was thinking how could I possibly do all that?"

"I'm just a poor man, I have nothing. It's good to be married to a handsome, well-off guy like you. My degree was raised until now I became one part of the Wijaya Kusuma family. If I ask you to send me to school isn't that outrageous? It's like you gave me a heart, but I asked for forgiveness."

Ghani stood up and squatted down next to his wife. "Don't mind what anyone else says, honey. I don't consider you a matre woman at all. All the property I have put out is my responsibility as a husband to his wife. I happen to have more money so why don't you use it for your school fees again. I'm even glad that some of the money I have can be of benefit to you."

"But what about Rora's school fees, Mas? I'm afraid you feel burdened because you have to spend money to send me to school as well. I don't want Rora's future to be a victim of my selfishness."

Ghani's got Queensha's head on his chest. His hands were busy wiping his wife's hair. "Don't worry about Rora's future, honey. I prepared it carefully. Trust me, our daughter will stay in school like we both planned."

Wrecking embrace. Ghani thrust his hand forward, rubbing the crystal still wetting his cheeks. "So how, do you want to continue your education?"

Queensha raises head. His pair of reddened eyes looked at Ghani with a hard-to-understand look. "Does it matter if I go to college, Mom? You don't mind if I study again?"

Ghani put the tip of his nose on Queensha's nose. He rubbed it with anxiety. "Well, it's so jolly, my wife. You are still asking, but you already know the answer. I don't mind if you go to college. As long as you are serious about studying then I am sincere in the afterlife, spending money on your school fees."

"So, do you stick with your stance or-"

"I accept your offer, Mas. I want to go to college, make my dream come true, which is delayed" Queensha said quickly before Ghani finished his sentence.

The corners of Ghani's lips are pulled upwards forming an arch. That smile made the man look so handsome. "alright. Then I'll ask Leon for help finding the best campus for you to study at."

With a quick gesture, Queensha stood up and kissed her husband's left cheek. The kiss was given as a form of thanks for Ghani being so kind to him.

Meanwhile, Ghani is quite surprised to get an impromptu kiss from his beloved wife. Frozen in place while touching the cheek that Queensha kissed.

'Gue ... just kissed Queensha? Oh my God, I have a very small initiative first. What's the ambush, yeah, so more aggressive like this?'

"Cie, pie. Mom and Dad kiss. Rora was very happy to see Mama and Papa making out," exclaimed Aurora with both hands up. His feet dangling to the floor moved so excited to see the romance of papa and his mother.

Queensha bowed in shame at being teased by her first child. In a soft voice he said, "Already, you better finish your food. After that, I'll accompany you to PR." He tried to distract the princess. Can die standing in shame if Aurora continues to mitekinya.

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