My Beloved Perjaka
After We Married Chapter 23

Chapter 23 - Beautiful Painful

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The feeling of happiness within my heart mingled with the domineering sensation of unease more. Today there will be a press conference in our house after many articles are spread.

I held the hands of Ollie and Neo who were very, very honest with the reporters last night, his cheerful honesty and no objection to anything they asked the more opened up what we were hiding. Well, although honesty now feels more dangerous than lies I like it. My daughter has helped me in her own way.

"Mommy and Daddy are fighting over our dreams for both of you Ollie and brother Neo. So today you're also getting busy, Ollie and brother Neo can help mom and dad?" askaku full of caution.

Ollie's eyes twinkled while nodding. "You Daddy, Ollie likes lame houses." I saw that his feet were already impatiently moving towards the journalist waving at him.

I put on a smile while Neo pulled the corner of his lazy lips. I know this child will be lazy and angry after knowing that Joe who is the front guard at home is not his real father. I'm sure it's a lot harder to make Neo believe me than a business partner who starts questioning the truth.

"Okay, but Daddy only asked for one thing. Daddy's asking you to be a good boy to anyone."

"Ready Daddy ready. See if I can play?" sahut Ollie enthusiastic. His head looked back and jumped.

"Go's... But don't get out of the house! Don't follow anyone else, Sister Suuuuuttti keepin Ollie." I cried in panic.

Sister Suti was jostled to approach Ollie, her face is a typical judes her mother's face gives a crooked look to anyone who dares to nudge her employer's child.

Ollie's loose, and in my grasp right now there's only Neo. He looked at me and his mother was setting herself in front of the mirror.

"I don't like to joke! I don't like house rames, I don't like a lot of cameras and I don't like mommy crying. I don't like to keep lying! Aunt Suti has often said you are my father, my father, even though I don't know what my real father is. I'm dizzy!" scorned.

"Mommy gave birth to me!" jakt Neo's.

Bella looked over with a warm smile. "But mommy can't give birth to you if there's no Daddy." He touched Neo's cheek. "There are things you can't know right now but mommy swore, mommy was wrong. Mommy planned everything so you if angry, angry with mommy. Not Daddy."

Bella gave a small nod to Om Joe's head, who convinced him everything was ready.

"You can still meet papa Joe, mommy and Daddy don't forbid it, but you have to know and believe that Daddy Ian was the father who saw you first in the hospital and held you when you cried, mommy still remembers Daddy was young and afraid to touch you, but mommy still remembers, Daddy managed to calm you down. While papa Joe protects you, protects us and the family and will forever protect us as we are now."

Noe looked at me. "But Neo wants proof mommy."

The evidence? Why does my son look like a journalist?

Bella nodded, and I thought it was Narendra's crazy plan to bring us down just out of envy. She was jealous that Bella was able to have a child after divorcing him while she had to bear the shame of her words and her own deeds in the past I'm sure she was ashamed. For many years he was also disappointed at what was happening within himself. I also think he was natural to do this because the reason me and Bella might hurt him indirectly.

Bella nodded. "Later mommy made a personal documentary about our family. But now, Mommy and Daddy have to work. Yes it-count like this, Daddy you're an artist and just got in trouble. If we get into trouble we have to fix it."

Neo nodded instead of going to his room to avoid the standby cameras in front of the long table and the six seats lined up. He held his mother's hand.

"I'm with mommy and I hate you, Daddy." He glared at me and then glared in style.

"No problem, tomorrow-tomorrow you must also love you Daddy Ian." I rubbed her head and followed Bella to the press conference. There's our lawyer, Aunt Regina, and witnesses who can make us not look bad about our secrets.

The reporters standing five meters away from us asked one by one a question that barely gave your lawyer the opportunity to sigh smoothly and gulp down his water.

I told you last night to be honest and whatever the risk is we accept. We have been used to playing risks eight years ago and still have not disappeared in remind us under the risks we offer quite extreme. But here's the end. A truth that I waited for without waiting two more years even though there may be suffering that is just beginning, there are tears that spill and a lot of money that disappears. Of course our helplessness just had to be discussed over and over again until we felt all was much better than a day that didn't know when we really felt far from the sharpness of the word and the contemptuous look of the eye.

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