Mother to My Children
Chapter 47 (Honey or Love?)

"Come on!" invite Bara into the restaurant, he took Syafira's hand. Syafira was quite surprised by the Bara's treatment. If as it continues, she feels like a wife whom Bara considers her to be.

"Sit down!" said Bara while rewinding the chair to sit in Syafira.

"Thank you" said Syafira still feeling disbelief Bara could behave like that.

Bara waved his hand as a gesture to the waiter to get closer. Then, he opened the menu book and chose food for her and for Syafira without asking what Syafira wanted to eat.

"That's it, sir?" ask the waiter when Bara finishes mentioning his order.

"Hem, enough," Bara replied.

Syafira just kept silent and looked at her husband who was as careless as the origin of the message without first confirming it to him.

"Why don't you ask me what I want to eat, why just order?" syafira protests when the waiter is gone.

"I ordered the one that fits your tongue Fir, if you choose yourself over time because the name of the menu must be foreign to you. You must have asked a lot of questions before just a message. To save time I ordered," explained Bara.

"Emang mas Bara know the same as my tongue?" ask Syafira.

"Hem," Bara nodded.

"Since when did Bara menhati what I like and not to eat, such as lack of work, not really Bara mas," cebik Syafira in disbelief.

"I don't need to pay attention to that detail Fir, just ever feel your tongue with my lips instantly know your taste buds, '" Bara replied.

"But, to be sure again maybe we can try again?" imbu Bara with a grinning smile.

Syafira just clucked, flicked her lips and rolled her eyeballs in response to Bara's words. Making Bara chuckle.

Orders are coming. The waiter brought some menus that Syafira could actually accept. Secretly praising her husband who turned out to be behind her cold and indifferent nature, she noticed Syafira. It's just that it's still prestige to blatantly.

"Mas, why eat here anyway? Why don't I just go home later. Poor children must have been waiting at home," Syafira recalled her two twins.

"It's okay. We spent time together outside to be closer. Children will not be lonely, many people are at home" Bara said. She was happy that Syafira always remembered the twins wherever she was.

"You love children?" what kind of silly questions do you say. Anyone can also see if Syafira really loves his two children like his own children.

"But Bara is hesitating?" Syafira rounded her eyes.

"Wrongly speaking, "Bara's inner self hung with his wife's sharp gaze.

"No, it's not that. I just want to ask, you if the same kids, baby. If same daddy they don't?" ask expectantly for an honest answer from Syafira.

"Honey," answered Shafira briefly. A thin smile rang from the lips of the sturdy man.

"Honey that means broad mas do not GR first. Just like everyone closest to me, I love them all. Honey because I'm sincere and sincere with all of you and don't expect more in return for what I've done, baby because I care about you guys, baby that's broad in meaning..." Syafira paused her speech and continued.

I don't know why she could casually describe it, but in her heart, she also did not know what she really felt about her husband. Is it true that there is only a sincere and caring feeling, wanting to give without expecting more, but her heart often feels pain whenever her husband discusses Olivia, there is jealousy tucked in there. Not infrequently he expects Bara to treat him like a real wife. In spoiled, noticed and seen as a woman. Then does that mean she also has feelings of wanting to have towards her husband? Can selfishness be said to be love? Syafira is still trying to find answers to these questions that often cross his mind.

"Is that so?" bara Sahut.

Syafira remains Syafira who always manages to hide what his true heart is like. Who never wanted to show her sadness and pain in front of others including her husband.

"If the Bara itself how? Honey is not the same as me? Or is it love with me? Don't tell me Bara hates me," now Syafira asked. He wanted to know what he meant to a Bara.

Hearing Syafira's question, Bata stopped her eating. He put down the spoon and fork he held.

"I don't know Fir yet" he said seriously and had deep intentions. He still wanted to make sure first what exactly he felt for the girl in front of him. Howwould? Or really in love? Or just feel comfortable and grateful for accepting their two children and loving them well.

Syafira looked at her, waiting for more explanation from her husband.

"Obviously I never hated you Fir, I didn't have the courage to do that for a woman who already sincerely loved my two children. I never hated you at all. About love or love, that's what I don't know yet. Because as you said, love is more specific in meaning. I'm..."

"How will love, if the heart is still full of Olivia's name," inner Syafira.

"What is important is dear first, who knows it will turn into love," said Syafira smiled.Try to melt the atmosphere that was tense just now and also not ready to hear more statements from her husband because she knows, but she is not ready to listen, surely in the end Bara will include Olivia's name in the final results of his sentence which honestly does not want Syafira to hear.

"Keep, what if you love? Will he love me too?"

Gluey! Syafira swallows her saliva rudely hearing her husband's menacing question.

"I depend on Bara mas, if Bara mas can love me, does not rule out the possibility for me also love the same mas Bara. I don't answer yes or no, it all depends on the attitude of Bara to me, I will try to adjust how I reply" Syafira smiled. Depending on your attitude I will behave, again being the mainstay sentence.

Syafira's answer made Bara even more challenged. That girl is not easy. He always prepared his heart for all the possibilities. And the answers that Syafira always gives as a fortress for his own heart so as not to be too fragile later if bad possibilities occur for their marriage.

As the atmosphere went back to silence, the two continued eating them.

"Eat carefully Fir, until the straws are so," Bara rubbed the corner of Syafira's lips.

"I can myself mas, later Bara's dirty hands," prevent Syafira holding Bara's hands. But Bara had already dirty his hands because he rubbed the food attached to the corner of Syafira's lips.

Bara did not immediately pull his hand from Syafira's lips, nor with Syafira who still held Bara's hand. Their eyes met again, looked at each other and looked for meaning in the gaze. And even a kiss could not be spared anymore. Bara kissed Syafira's lips intensely and this time Syafira also replied to him because it was carried away.

"It's clean" said Bara after finishing his kiss. He became misbehaved, condemning his original stupidity in such a public place.

"Your hands are dirty, let me clean them!" exclaiming Syafira no less wrong with Bara, he immediately took a tissue and wiped Bara's hand to eliminate the awkwardness between the two.

Fortunately, where they sit, their privacy is maintained so that their several seconds of activity is safe from other visitors.