Mohabbat
Good News

A few weeks later, Daisha lived quietly and peacefully in the house. After his battle with Cakra back then, none of them dared to harass Daisha. Both Dewi and Aleena, both of them were reluctant to disturb the Blind.

They were married for a month, but there was no sign of Daisha getting pregnant. After all, Dareen did not want to hurry his wife was pregnant. He is trying hard to find an eye donor to cure Daisha.

The woman was with Bibi and two other workers in the kitchen, preparing lunch according to the menu desired by all family members.

"I hear next Sunday Mr. Cakra will formalize his relationship with Miss Aleena. They're going to have a festive party" chanted one of the workers while cutting vegetables.

Daisha did not react, Dareen had already said that to her a few days ago. They had even prepared gifts for the wedding of Cakra and Aleena.

The other workers looked to the right and left as well in all directions. Make sure there are only them in the room and no family members.

"I often hear Miss Aleena vomiting unintentionally. Did you notice, her face has been pale lately. She was like someone who was pregnant. Besides, he asked us to cook this, didn't he? In fact, rarely does the mistress or master ask to be cooked this," whispered the others while washing the vegetable pieces.

Daisha smiled faintly, instead of not noticing, she just lazily discussed about the woman. Let both men do what they want.

The two glanced at Daisha, their gaze descending on the belly of her queen. Thinking, it should have been the young mistress who was pregnant because they she had officially married.

"Hey, what are you looking at! Attention to your work, soon the whole family will arrive," Auntie scolded the two of them.

"D-yes."

The two returned to work, starting the cuisine Aleena wanted. Daisha and Bibi cook for the others, both of whom are specifically forced to Aleena.

"Hows it? Can you cook it?" reprimanded Aleena who suddenly entered the kitchen.

The girl was really shameless, being in people's homes and living there, even though they were not legal to be husband and wife. However, who would dare to tease her, she was the mistress's darling. Annoying Aleena was tantamount to the destruction of their career as an assistant in the mansion.

"We'll get ready, miss. According to your wishes," said one of them while bowing politely.

Aleena glanced sharply at Daisha, she hated the blind woman so much.

You deserve to be here with them. It is not at all appropriate to be a mistress. Dream and when you wake up, you will see the harsh reality of your life.

Aleena left the kitchen, carrying a lot of groceries. All of that is facilitated by the Cakra and the Goddess. Daisha never felt jealous. For him, it was quite a sense of being on Dareen's side, the others were not important.

"Why women seem to love shopping. What they buy is not important. At least just clothes, bags, shoes, and like that. It would be better, if the money is stored for sudden purposes," Daisha said unknowingly.

Remembering his old life, to all his friends who like to shop like Aleena. They go in and out of the mall just to satisfy their shopping cravings. What they buy is not important. Sometimes asking Daisha to be like them anyway. However, the girl did not like him at all.

"Didn't the Madam like to shop?" The two workers glanced at each other.

Daisha smiled, she had just sat down after tasting her cooking.

"Not to like. There is no woman who does not like to shop including us. It's just that, if shopping must be ascertained first what we will buy. Is it useful or just for satisfaction? If it is useful, do it! If not, then it is better to save it. We don't know what's going to happen in front of us" Daisha replied, leaving the two stunned.

Not to mention internal problems, corruption and so on. Everyone has the potential to do so.

"Already, don't daydream. Cook quickly if you don't want her to be angry."

Hearing Aunt's remark, the two continued cooking work. Corn soup in the restaurant. From the smell alone Daisha can already guess. He didn't comment much, letting them do the work until it was done.

****

"Daisha!"

Again Dareen opened the door of his room quite hard. Making the woman who had just been dressed turn away quickly.

"What's up, brother? Why do you always open the door so hard? Make me hang," Daisha murmured while landing her butt on the edge of the bed.

His heart palpitates in surprise, if Dareen often do that then it does not rule out the possibility he will have a history of heart disease.

"Sorry, baby."

Dareen closed the door quietly, stepped hastily and hugged his wife. Daisha, of course, was not surprised, the man always did it suddenly. However, this time it felt different, there was something Dareen had brought for her. Is that good news, or bad news?

Dareen took off a hug, rubbing Daisha's face gently. He greeted the two closed eyes, he breathed it with affection.

"I've got an eye donor for you. It's just, it can't be done in the near future. You're okay to wait a minute, aren't you?" dareen.

Daisha was stunned, and the man was really looking for a donor. Water dripped from the fertilizer, his heart was filled with a burning feeling of haru. He hugged Dareen, shedding an endless gratitude.

It is not easy to find an eye donor, but thanks to the persistence of the man he managed to get it for Daisha despite having to pay a lot. Money doesn't matter to him, what matters for now is Daisha's recovery.

Dareen wanted his wife to be able to see again, to enjoy the beauty of the world. He wanted to take her away to enjoy the sunset view. Honeymoon to the most slick place, devising plans for their future.

For this reason, Dareen does not want to rush to have children. She wants to spend time with Daisha looking at the beauty before the little one is present in their lives.

"You'll see again, baby. I'll take you to the places you want to go. Enjoy the twilight together, spend time with honeymoon. You want to, don't you?" dareen asked with feelings that could not be described through words.

Daisha nodded quickly, her trembling hands touching the face of the husband.

"I want to, but let no one else know about this. It's just the two of us and Laila. I just want to see you and my sister, the others let it go" Daisha said.

Not without reason, if everyone knows about the donor, then it does not rule out all the obstacles they will get.

"Of course, honey. I won't tell anyone about any of this .. ah, maybe Alfin's an exception because he managed to bring this news," Dareen said.

Alfin's okay, besides he's getting closer to Laila. Maybe they were friends later on. No one knows, right?