Secret Marriage
Chapter 22 The Secret Marriage

If there is a happy heart, sometimes there must be a sad heart. As with any meeting, there will be a farewell. Either have to go somewhere else to find another happiness, or have to go for good. That's life.

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There was no satisfactory answer from Zian and Satya. The two handsome men in front of Dila sat down casually and asked Dila to make them a good meal. Of course after they cleared up some of Zian's 'people' that were battered by Satya.

"Darling, I haven't played a game with my niece for a long time, please make a nice fried banana." Zian was busy setting up games on his TV.

"I also want, inget ya with topping tiramisu." Satya also asked Dila for rations. Satya looked awkwardly present in the middle of Zian and Dila.

"Ish, you guys why compact so I'm a gini maid anyway?"  Dila throttled, but he continued to work on the request of the two men.

Zian and Satya laughed in response to Dila's grunts. Even the next few minutes the two men looked fun playing games. In the midst of his busy life, Dila smiled at the compactness of Zian and Satya. For Dila, seeing the two get along is a gift. Although Dila himself did not know, what reason made them no longer fight.

I don't know how many games Zian and Satya played until Dila appeared with two plates of fried bananas that he modified into a banana krispi. 

"Tiramisu to Satya." Dila put the plate in front of Satya, "green tea for you." Dila gave a plate of fried bananas in front of Zian.

"Thank you, dear." Zian gave a smile then concentrated again with his game.

"Udah, don't wear it baby, I'm here." Satya said without turning her head, her eyes still fixed on the TV screen.

Zian's laughter graced the atmosphere, slowly Dila moved on and replaced the exhausted drink with a new one. 

There was a strange sense in Dila when she saw Satya and Zian. But Dila himself did not know what.  At least the two of them got along well, not feuding was enough for Dila.

Dila also does not want to join the excitement of Zian and Satya, he prefers to go to his room. A novel that Zian has just bought.

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Dila opened her eyes, next to her was Zian staring at her, "ah, apparently I'm asleep." Dila closed her mouth, yawned.

"Don't look at me like that!" Dila realized Zian was looking at her, "Zian!" Dila threw a pillow beside her.

"Dihh, really cruel," Zian, instead of stepping aside because on the pillow, Zian actually hugged Dila.

"Remove, Zi, sultry," said Dila but ignored Zian. "Where's satya?" 

"Home home" Zian replied still hugging Dila.

"Zi, I miss my mother" said Dila.

"Mom's fine, I told people to take care of you."

"Really?" Dila looked at Zian.

"When does my wife trust me?" Zian chipped, he grabbed his phone on the nightstand. Swipe the phone screen and call someone.

"Can you go to Ratna's room? Someone wants to see it" Zian said on his phone.

Dila looked at Zian's cell phone screen while lying on Zian's side, there showing her mother's nursery. And it looks like his mother was lying like the last time Dila saw him a few weeks ago. There's no change.

Dila nodded, though,

"Okay, enough." Zian turned off his phone.

"Don't worry." Zian hugged Dila again, "as much as possible I'll take care of you and mom."

"Thank you" said Dila, and she leaned against Zian.

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This morning Dila returned with a busy like a few weeks ago. Preparing breakfast for her husband. Dila swiftly prepared breakfast and Zian's work clothes, of course with a cheerful face. 

"Morning, Honey." Zian kissed Dila's cheek as he entered the kitchen, then sat down at the dining table.

"Morning, eat first." Dila gave a plate of fried rice to Zian.

Zian smilingly looked at Dila's cheerful looking face. "Why are you so happy today?"

Dila sat down next to Zian, "iya dong, right in wait for the husband, usually alone." He set the plate to himself.

"You're fat like that."  Zian stared at Dila from head to toe.

"Seriously?" Dila immediately stood up and walked into her room, staring at herself in the mirror. It seems that Zian said no lie, Dila did seem to gain a little weight.

"Honey, it's not pa-pa, here accompany me to breakfast," shouted Zian from the dining room. Dila just kept quiet, staring at herself in front of the mirror. For him appearance is important, as with most women, slim body is a dream.

"Darling?" Zian followed Dila to the room, surprised to see a sad looking Dila staring at the mirror.

"No pa-pa, I don't care if you're fat or skinny, enough that we love each other is important to me." Zian hugged Dila's body from behind. "Don't be sad, dear."

Dila flirted, she did not respond to Zian's words even though it sounded sweet. 

"Well we eat, don't be sad this way," said Zian as he pulled Dila's hand towards the dining room, but Dila took off Zian's hand. Throw Zian's warm hand into the air.

"You why? just weight, right? if you want to be thin, you can take up yoga, gymnastics or whatever, it's done, right?" Zian looked annoyed that Dila was raising a trivial matter.

"It's not about weight" Dila said without looking at Zian. 

"Then?" Zian came back to Dila. "What's wrong?"

Dila looked at Zian. "There's a life here." Dila pointed at her stomach.

"What?" Zian held onto Dila's cheeks. "What do you mean?" 

"I'm pregnant." 

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