Seven Young CEOs
Honesty Diva

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After having their own thoughts, the twins came out of the room for dinner, this time their nature was no longer childish. No need to get into the elevator and so on. They are very polite than usual, I don't know maybe the last time huh?

'Where's your sister?" ask Diva.

"We're here, Mom," not the twin who answered but the triple A.

"Now eat first, tomorrow is the day of your engagement" Diva said. As usual Diva serves her husband and triple A. They only want to be served by their spouse. Vera smile.

"It feels like just yesterday met you, now you want to get married, it turns out Oma's granddaughter is an adult" said Vera, wiping her tears.

"Why Oma is crying, we're not going anywhere" Ram said.

"Oma happy, baby. Oma is very happy you found a suitable partner" said Vera.

"Had eaten later" Jordan persuaded, stroking his wife's shoulders.

They ate without speaking again. After they finished eating they gathered in the family room, only triple A went straight into the room.

"This is sitting near Oma," Pinta Vera told Ram, Ram said. Sitting beside Vera and leaning her head on Oma's shoulders.

"What's your plan?" ask Jordan.

"I mean Opa?" ask Ren.

"You get married young must have careful preparation. Getting married is not just a one-bed friend. To get married must be steady with all the preparation of birth and inner," said Jordan. Actually they are still hard to let go of married twins, besides being young, they are not satisfied to enjoy the same time together.

They were only seven years old and only a few years old together they separated again for eight years. It felt like their time together was so short.

"God willing we are ready Opa" replied the steady twin simultaneously. Jordan mangosteen.

"Actually Daddy is also still hard to let you off to get married, but Daddy also can not get in the way of your wishes," said Darmendra.

"Dad we married not to stay away from you, we just want to feel happy life with a small family. Like Daddy and Mommy who always live in harmony and happiness, we hope the happiness and harmony of Mommy and Daddy stay awake" said Ram at length.

Diva blushed only.

"Already hubby, they are also not going anywhere, most if they move house is still around here, not to another city or another country," replied Diva.

"Daddy's too dramatic, '" joked Ren.

"When we were boys it was as if we were Daddy's only girl." Rasya.

"Better young marriage Dad, rather than dating for long even fear fell into the unwanted," said Roy.

"Hahaha, Daddy forgot you guys are super geniuses," Darmendra laughed blandly.

"There's something Mommy wants to say, maybe it's time Mommy should be honest with you" Diva paused.

Darmendra, Jordan and Vera look at each other, the three have guessed the direction of Diva's conversation.

"Mommy can't hold this for long, actually Mommy isn't your real mother, your real mother who actually died when you were born" Diva said. Quietly surprised of course and they all looked at each other. There are no words they say there are no comments they make, they are just mocked.

"I'm sorry hubby, I have to be honest with them, after this it's up to you to assume what Mommy? The important thing is that the burden on Mommy is reduced, by keeping everything a secret makes Mommy always think," said Diva. Darmendra stroked his wife's shoulder so as not to get emotional.

Ram got up from his seat and rested on the legs of the Diva, then followed by Ray, then Roy also did the same thing, and his other brother also joined the leg of the Diva.

"Whatever happens Mommy is, our best Mommy. God has sent a wingless angel to help us and care for us. Don't tell me that Mommy's not our birth mother, don't tell Mommy" she said. They were still squabbling on Diva's legs while crying.

As strong as they are, they will certainly be fragile if they accept the reality they did not expect at all.

"You don't hate Mommy?" ask Diva.

"No way," answered simultaneously.

"We will always assume Mommy is our birth mother" she said. The diva pulled the twin into her arms, and they cried massively. Darmendra was crying too.

"I didn't expect the Diva to honestly admit everything" Darmendra told Vera, nodding in utter disdain, only tears could reveal everything.

"I'm sorry Mommy for not being honest with you guys before, forgive Mommy who is too selfish for being too loving and loving you, forgive Mommy" said Diva with tears. Twin shook.

"Mommy wasn't wrong, Mommy didn't need to apologize, we thank you for being saved by Mommy. Mommy is our role model, guiding us so we can be what we are today" Ram said. The more tears they shed.

Then Diva kissed the cheeks one by one, they even more crying.

"So many sacrifices Mommy has made to us, and we will not be able to repay them. Mommy's love and affection for us is not like a connecting mother, but like a biological mother" Ram said again.

"Tomorrow we make a pilgrimage to your mother's grave, ask her for her blessing her prayer, her struggle to give birth to you is very great" said Diva, and sikembar nodded.

"Now you rest, tomorrow morning we go there," said Diva again.

Once again embracing the Diva, this time they took turns hugging and kissing the cheek of the Diva. Then they each went to their own room.

Diva sits next to Darmendra, and Darmendra quickly hugs her, Vera also hugs Diva and wants to calm her down. Diva is okay.

"How are you feeling, baby?" ask Darmendra.

"I'm relieved by, the feeling that has been stuck now feels plong," replied Diva.

"I don't care if you want to hate or stay away from me, the important thing is that I really feel calm" said Diva again.

"No, they've been living with you since they were just one day old, your affection is already inherent in their hearts and themselves" Darmendra said.

Diva turned and leaned her head on the chest of Darmendra's field. Darmendra hugged the body of Diva. Vera coded her husband not to bother the two.

"Honey we go to the room yuk, rest tomorrow we will also go on a pilgrimage to Mona's tomb," asked Vera.

"Well," answered Jordan and got up from his seat, pulling Vera's hand slowly.

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I swear, I write this part also shed tears. I don't know what it's like to touch my heart.

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