My husband is my Prospective In-law
Bowl of Soup

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It's been two days since Ansel revealed the secret about Irene's pregnancy to Darren and Dyra. Since then, Dyra has been locked up in the room more often. Even for lunch and dinner together, he deliberately missed, so as not to meet Ansel who had returned home. Their dream of staying one roof was indeed realized, but with a status they had never imagined before.

Darren was in the kitchen that morning. He refuses when Tomi and Erin intend to help him, as Darren wants to cook himself the soup he once cooked for Bella.

"Hopefully Dyra loved my cooking, because it's been 4 years since I never cooked again, the last time I made this soup when Bella was sick," Darren murmured to memories of her past.

Now Darren has arrived at the door of the room with Dyra a bowl of soup of his own, the soup, also do not miss Dyra's favorite breakfast menu, which is two pieces of bread coated with pineapple jam and one sheet of cheese, plus a glass of white milk, complete the breakfast menu that Darren has prepared for Dyra.

After knocking on the door repeatedly, Dyra finally opened the door. Dyra was stunned when in front of her, Darren's figure came with a tray containing food for her. Darren begins to tread carefully with what he brings, which makes Dyra unwell with all the attention Darren gives her.

Indeed, Darren has not been active for two days as usual, he gave all business to Owen who he already believes as a believer.

Dyra was still staring with a look of dislike, at what Darren was doing at the moment.

"Dad, do you have to spoil me like this? You don't have to bother" Dyra protested, intending to take the tray that Darren currently still has, but the man refused to give it, he then ordered Dyra to return to bed.

Hearing Dyra's words, Darren showed a deep frown on his forehead.

"Let me be." Darren began to step followed by Dyra who immediately climbed the bed and leaned her body on the bed rest.

Darren began to put what he was carrying on a nightstand, then he took a bowl of soup he made with his own hands, specifically for Dyra.

"Let's eat this soup! You must eat not be sick." Darren began to feed Dyra who had started to open her mouth, but a drop of soup was still left stuck to the corner of her lips, which immediately Darren wiped with his thumb.

"This is the first time, Dad bribed me to eat, for some reason I felt comfortable, although maybe I was a little awkward," said Dyra, whose face had now been blushing red with Darren's treatment of him.

"This soup is delicious, is it really Dad who made it himself?" tanya Dyra shooed away her awkwardness, feeling the soup like dancing in her mouth with a delicious taste, to satisfy her tongue.

"It turns out you can cook. I really did not expect much, let alone the delicious cuisine of Dad," said Dyra with a smile on her face.

The two throw smiles at each other. For Darren this is the first moment for him to feed Dyra with his own hands. But for Dyra herself, this moment as her heart journey in treating the wounds of Ansel's betrayal. Although Dyra herself still considers Darren not as her husband, but just a man who has been considered like her own parents.

Darren still stared at Dyra's face. He never for a second felt bored if his eyes continued to be adrift with Dyra, because that is all Darren can do now, which is to love a Dyra Anastasya in silence.

"If I could be honest right now about how I feel, but unfortunately I can only hold everything in my heart" Darren murmured still staring at Dyra.

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