SHE'S YOUR MOTHER, NOT MY WIFE.
SECOND MEETING

Mas Reza said tonight we're having a second family dinner.

Hopefully this time there will be no mistake.

I've already told Aunt Rina.

We rushed to the place that Mas Reza had reserved.

"Bismillah, baby. Tonight is a good night for us huh." Aunt patted my shoulder. I'm nodding.

Tonight Glen didn't attend because he was busy with work. I was pretty sure he was reluctant to meet Papa.

CREET ...

In front of the table there is food and Papa and Davina are present.

I see that Mas Reza is already there.

I walked over to Mas Reza.

He pecked at the back of his hand as usual.

"Sit here, baby." she swiped the chair.

"Tan, does anyone want to add a menu ?" ask Mas Reza to Aunt Rina while offering a menu.

Aunty refused, "Enough Za, you think this much food will run out of us." pointing to a table full of dishes.

"It's okay, Tan. We rarely gather gini, the "bankey" does not come also" he said.

"Who ?" I'm making clear what the culprit means.

"Glen, baby. Who else likes to riot." His boisterous laughter made me pinch his stomach.

AW ...

His screams made papa and Davina who had been playing her phone glanced at us.

Shame on me in her eyes, "hmm. How are you, Dav ?"

"Good." he said ketus.

I'm nodding.

"Hm. Om, healthy ?" I glanced at my papa.

I felt a look from my left right. Yes Mas Reza and Aunt Rina were looking at me with a strange look. Maybe because I called Papa with the call "Om".

Davina raised her eyebrows and made her gaze.

"Well, thank you." Papa's answer was just that. I thought there would be another question for me.

I lowered my head in silence, Mas Reza chanting my thighs under the table.

"Already, darling. Slow down." whispered.

"Color has gathered all the yuk we started, so." Mas Reza's invitation is called by everyone.

We eat with silence.

Just the sound of spoons and plates clashing against each other.

After finishing Mas Reza expressed our purpose.

Asking for Papa's blessing and presence in our marriage.

"Om, I've known Bella for a long time. Three years is not a short time. Maybe it was too late I asked for this from om but, there were some things that accidentally happened to us at that time. Without prejudice to my respect for om, I ask permission to ask Om Bella Saphira's son. Even in these circumstances, we would like to give our blessing and prayer." Mas Reza held my hand.

"I'm sorry if I sassy om, proposed to princess om without my parents present. And we were actually married a year ago." This statement made Davina and papa Surya round his eyes to look at us.

"Yes, you might be surprised to hear this. We got married officially a year ago when Bella didn't know who her real father was."

Papa's face is a little grim. There was a bit of disappointment on his face.

"I'm sorry, if this fact hurt me as the father of Bella, my wife. I'm also pretty sure I know the real situation, right ?."

Papa Surya nodded.

"So how, um can be present at our party ?"

A moment's silence arrived, "Yes, I'll be there later. Either as an invited guest or as a guardian. Whatever it is I understand the condition." papa Surya's statement made me hold tightly to Mas Reza's hand.

This is not what I want, I want him to firmly call himself my guardian, my father.

"I'm not asking for a guest, but as a guardian for Bella, daughter of om." I know only Mas Reza knows what I want without having to scream.

"Yes." Yeah."

"What's om sure can be present as, guardian ?" Mas Reza asked for an explanation of the word "iya" in the words of papa.

"Yes, I'll be present as, his guardian."

"Woman of whom ?" Mas Reza confirmed his words.

Making Davina and Aunt Rina confused.

"From my daughter, Bella Saphira."

DEG .. DEG .. DEG ..

I squeezed my whole body.

The words I wanted to hear finally came out of his mouth.

MY DAUGHTER ...

Oh, God thank you.

Davina looked at her Papa, and Aunt Rina looked at Papa Surya.

Papa Surya lowered his head.

Mas Reza held my hand tightly.

With a satisfied smile on his face.