My Amazing Husband's
Don't Cry, dear

As the night wore on, the cold began to enter the skin. Light bulbs adorn the room inhabited by four humans. Two of them were still awake and hugging each other, sheltering under a thick blanket that covered a plain and sticky body due to sweat.

Yes, after playing the chase, the husband tried to seduce his wife to play love, uniting two sensitive parts each until finally drooping under the same blanket.

Clearly, the satisfied face of the husband was highlighted by the light of a sleeping lamp. Handsome face with hair***** that was very thin, now decorated with sweat that is still printed clearly on his forehead.

While the wife was indulging in her arms, her right hand was wrapped around her husband's waist, and her left hand was busy playing on the chest of her favorite field.

A couple who are none other than Elvan and Marisa, are still equally reluctant to clean themselves. Marisa even still engrossed in carving her name on Elvan's chest.

"Mas, shouldn't we go see Grandpa?" marisa asked who started to open her voice, very slowly, but could still be heard clearly by Elvan's ears.

"Mas is still lazy to meet grandfather, Mas want to finish first Mas's business and Sylvia's parents dear." Elvan changed his position, juxtaposing Marisa who now can see clearly the look in her eyes. "You mind?" ask her with the same soft voice.

"No, the faster the better. I just want to live quietly with my husband and children." The look on the eyes suddenly turned soft, recalling the threat from the grandfather-in-law, who heartily asked her to allow her husband to be polygamous. All of that was just for the sake of the throne of his business empire.

"Makanya, Mas is still waiting for news Sylvia first to meet her parents, Mas does not want to be considered ba**i because it breaks the relationship without talking to her parents. After all we've just met grandfather," said Elvan with a bead of eyes that kept an eye on his wife's reaction.

"Yes, I know, but are you sure that they will accept Mas's decision?" marisa asked doubtfully, because their engagement because the business, if it fails will definitely have an impact on both companies.

"Accept or not, it's their business, the most important thing is to meet them in person. Moreover, Mas does not want you to leave Mas again, so, whatever it is Mas will do so that we can live quietly dear." Elvan gently stroked Marisa's face, waving the strands of hair that hit part of her beautiful face. "Mas loves you so much, Mas will do anything to make amends for what Mas has done." Elvan smiled, in his heart, he was so sorry for the five years he had passed by forgetting his wife's memories.

"Mas, it's all fate, I have sincerely lived it, and this is the result of my patience, we are finally reunited. I just need a little more patience to get my blessing from Grandpa." Marisa's eyes started to glaze over.

"Don't cry, baby." Elvan rubbed Marisa's eyes, he didn't let the tears touch his favorite wife's face.

"I love you too Mas, I believe Mas will do his best for our little family" said Marisa who now began to carve a smile on her face.

"Surely, Mas will do that, now we clean up and then sleep," said Elvan who then got a nod from his wife.

That night, Elvan is determined to do everything possible for his wife's child.

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The day was not blazing, the sky was getting dark, a sign of the rain was coming soon, spilling rainwater that the earth had long yearned for. A flash of light decorated the sky followed by a deafening thunderous sound.

The little girl whose hair was neatly rolled over her head even screamed while covering her ears with her tiny hands.

"Ma, is it gonna rain soon?" the girl asked assuring her innocent mind, wasn't yesterday afternoon the sun was still so stinging? Why did it suddenly turn cloudy today?

"Dear, if it rains today, it's the first rain" explained the mother whose hands were busy holding the two toddlers.

The mother and her two children rushed into the shopping center, fearing it would rain soon.

"Yes you know Zayn, I was surprised, yesterday it was so hot today it was raining." The girl, who is still held by her mother with her left hand, is seen to be knitting her eyebrows, trying to think about the ever-sudden change of season.

"Udah, do not be surprised, the important thing is now we are in the mall and will not be rained," said the boy who was called Zayn.

"Udah, don't argue, Mama call Mommy first yes, you hold hands," ordered the mother who now reached into the phone in her sling bag.

The two boys who had only met after five years were holding each other's hands. They obey the words of the mother they love so much.

Marisa, the mother of two toddlers, began contacting someone she had considered like her own sister, Sheryl. As he talked on the phone about the deal where they met, the two toddlers were still clasping each other, occasionally both of them swinging their hands. Marisa's eyes kept watching her two children, afraid that someone might take them away like they used to, when her son Zayn was forcibly snatched from her.

Marisa ended her call after Sheryl said she was leaving soon, while she planned to have the two boys wait at the playground, which she had agreed with Sheryl. Marisa was about to unravel the hands of her two children, when suddenly someone held her hand first.

The delicate hand landed perfectly on the back of Marisa's hand before she touched Zayn and Zea's, making Marisa reflexively turn her head towards her.

"Can we talk for a minute" said the woman who yesterday had succeeded in making Marisa feel pity.

"What's wrong?" asked Marisa who was starting to feel nervous, however the woman was her rival.

"There's something I want to say, that maybe you can help me Marisa, I'm sure you're a noble hearted woman." The woman whose hair was curly at the end of it looked bleak, her face seemed to despair.

Marisa took a heavy breath, and exhaled it violently. "We talk in the playground, I don't want the kids to hear the adults talk" said Marisa, who took her two children to the escalator.

"Auntie…. Aunt Sylvia did say, Aunt Papa will not marry, why Auntie does not follow us," protested Zayn who never liked the woman who had been close to her father.

"Zayn, don't say that, baby, no, that's not polite" said Marisa, who always teaches courtesy to her two children.

"Sorry Ma…." Zayn felt guilty.

"It's okay Zayn, Auntie kangen with Zayn, same brother Zayn too, Zea is his name?" sylvia asked who was standing on the escalator under Marisa, while Zayn and Zea were above Marisa.

Soon they reached the floor where the playground was. Zayn and Zea were still held by Marisa while Sylvia followed behind them.

Zayn and Zea enter the playground, while Marisa and Sylvia wait for them outside, sitting in waiting chairs.

"What's wrong?" marisa asked as they sat side by side.

"Marisa, can I marry Brother Elvan? My time is not much Marisa, I want to spend it as sister Elvan's wife."

Seriate….