My Beloved Perjaka
Happy ending

I hung my head with both hands on the table with a faint smile after a week of friends with Abhimanyu in a beautiful and classic room with a mattress that was no longer wet. We moved to Germany two days ago and drove my loved ones to the airport to return to the archipelago.

Abhimanyu and I are now in the country house of Rudolf's parents in the Rothenburg suburb. Now I can look at Abhimanyu with confidence. No longer ashamed because it turns out Abhimanyu prefers me who is brave and has no shame. It's something beyond my brain's over-thinking despite the fact that I like to be shy first. What a pleasant surprise and I love it. I love that we both learn to like whatever we want openly.

"Why?" asked my mighty and long-lasting husband after spending his lunch in the form of a bowl of spaghetti carbonara full of cheese made by his grandmother, the young man in front of me is now like a child who is in the care of his family. And I've seen it happy.

Very happy. I was happy to see Abhimanyu filled with happiness, of course it was with me too.

"You can be fat if you eat constantly, you want to exercise? Burn calories?" bargain me slowly while leaning body. I don't feel good that her grandmother who just cooked in the kitchen is listening. Maybe I don't think I appreciate it, but I swear we just eat, eat and eat again. Her grandmother really liked to cook, cook anything, and she remembered Jayanti's mother because Abhimanyu also felt Rudolf's family did not forget her or his mother.

Abhimanyu smiled. He put the bowl to the right table. "Not now, Eli. Later tonight?" Next to his eyebrows raised. His body also leaned towards me.

"Say you're afraid of being fat again!" Our breaths are mixed. Abhimanyu kissed my lips. I could feel his lips taste cheese, savory, slightly salty, and he smiled as I held his nape, feeling his lips in my mouth deeper.

"Dian..."

Abhimanyu and I were shocked. "grandmother." We turned, like a brash guest acting profanity towards his granddaughter. I clenched both hands. "Sorry, Oma."

"No problem Bella, easy." Abhimanyu's grandmother smiled as she held out a napkin for her grandson.

I scratched my nape as Abhimanyu rubbed his lips with the napkin. He rubbed my kiss with an unsteady smile from his lips.

"Thankyou, Oma." Abhimanyu smiled and embraced his grandmother's shoulder. "That's my wife, we're married."

His grandmother's mouth immediately gaped, her sunken eyes widening. He looks very speechless.

"Sure, Ian?"

"I'm sure, Oma. We're coming to honeymoon. Two weeks." Abhimanyu then explained in German that I did not understand.

The more speechless his grandmother was then he touched my cheek with his old skin.

"I'm happy."

I smile with a sigh. Alahasil, two weeks we spent in this house by following the activities of Abhimanyu grandmother gardening, going to the vineyard, watching her make wine and shopping. We have fun like ordinary people without a media presence that can cover us with just anyone.

On the last day the Rudolf family gathered. They deliberated to discuss the family's legacy and plans to visit Rudolf in Indonesia with Abhimanyu at home. While I was in the backyard, sitting in a wooden gazebo while sipping tea.

I found a new family, though not where I came home and leaned. This house is the Abhimanyu family. There was a warmth that I felt here, they accepted me flawlessly, even when I said there was a chance that I might find it hard to get pregnant. They smiled and said many prayers for me.

I touched my stomach. "Am I going to get pregnant?"

"What if I can't get pregnant even with Abhimanyu. Is it possible that he will be disappointed even though we have promised to accept all this proclamation?"

I let out a breath. The feeling came again without me preventing it. I'm afraid Abhimanyu cheated on me and is looking for a successor to the nation with another woman. I was afraid she was leaving me and the trauma was getting thicker in my mind.

"Think what?" Abhimanyu removed my hand from the stomach and replaced it with his hand. Abhimanyu rubbed it while holding his chin on his shoulder. "I saw you from inside the house, what thought, why are you moody?" insist Abhimanyu with a demanding attitude.

"Occupational habits." I smiled wryly. "Udah finished?"

"Not with you!" Abhimanyu twisting body. Now his sharp eyes looked closely into my eyeballs. "You lied, Eli."

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"I thought of us, and something that happened yesterday" I explained with difficulty. Even hiding my hands behind my back and not daring to look at Abhimanyu.

Abhimanyu touched my stomach and his smiling lips touched my jaw. "New five times, not dozens, dozens, even hundreds of times we tried Bella. You are already worried, and this over-thinking attitude of yours is indeed making things difficult for yourself!"

"But, I hope baby." I pursed my lips. "Aren't you?" ask me with a grim tone.

"Hopefully, but not in a hurry. Because I want to enjoy you while you're young, excited and yet complain of back pain." His joke while kissing my cheek.

"We'll try it, slalu, so on until you're tired, and your very melodious voice saying my name stops in deep breath in my arms. Do you understand Bella?"

I stroked Abhimanyu's hair, with the remnants of the strength I had to hold back my tears. Abhimanyu wiped away my tears with his soft hands. He nodded as if hinting that everything would be fine without my fear.

I smiled happily in his whole hearted embrace, and when we made it home to Indonesia to live a secret love affair on top of the risks we risked. Two months later I was declared pregnant. Too soon for Abhimanyu but too happy for me.

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...Season two is in the new title. ...

...AFTER WE GOT MARRIED. ...

...Early December update. ...

...Stay Tune and Thank you Reader....

Greetings, My Beloved Perjaka.

Abhimanyu Julian Rudolf. Prospective Father.