Substitute Husband For Miranda
Miranda's Worry
The honeymoon plan that has been neatly arranged by Vishnu a few months ago finally did not become Vishnu and Miranda did.
Because suddenly Prawira papanya Vishnu back in care because of a heart attack.
This made Vishnu and Miranda finally locked up his intention to go to Europe.
It was only after 8 months later that Vishnu and Miranda were finally able to realize their plans. Delayed long because both Vishnu and Miranda did not feel good about going on vacation in the state of the sick Papa. Not to mention the task of many corporate tasks that Vishnu and Miranda must take care of.
After 8 months of delay, then now they can go.
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"Ma, where did Mama go? Why is Jasmine staying?" jasmine asked with her lisp language.
Jasmine is now about two years old. Jasmine had been used to talking even though there were not many words she understood.
"Mama didn't go long, honey. Jasmine while equal Oma and Opa huh. The next week, Jasmine can play at Eyang and Kakung's house." Miranda said that night she said goodbye to the princess.
"Jasmine is smart. And don't be naughty. Mama knows Jasmine's a pinter." praise Miranda to Jasmine.
"But Mama promised not long, Ma." said Jasmine again.
"Yes, Mama not long. Come on, Mama read the story. Jasmine selects, what storybook does Jasmine Mama want to read." then Jasmine sips out of bed and walks towards the table in the corner of her room.
He then took a storybook and then he gave the book to his mother.
Leaning on the headboard of the bed. Miranda told her daughter a storybook. As a lullaby that Miranda always does every night on Jasmine.
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"Mir, his face is so sad. Why?" Vishnu asked Miranda when they were on their way to the airport.
"I thought of Jasmine." Miranda replied with an anxious look on her face.
If the wife is worried about her child. Vishnu then grabs Miranda's hand.
"I'm amazed at you Miranda. Even if you're a career woman. You're always around the clock and close to Jasmine. You know, long ago, my late wife Renata was actually pregnant with our son when she died. I should have been a father by now. But because of destiny. The opportunity was not so I felt. But, Jasmine's existence, even though she's not my flesh and blood. I love him so much. It was my own sister's son, Tristan."
"Stop." Sela Miranda's.
"Stop, don't talk about him. He's a coward." Miranda replied in a bitter tone.
"Sorry dear." said Vishnu, who realized that Miranda had not forgiven Tristan until now.
"Jasmine doesn't need to know who her biological father really is. He just needs to know, you're his dad. Mas Vishnu is not Jasmine's biological father. But bail is Mas Vishnu's nephew. You still have family blood ties. I want to, Jasmine knows if the papa is Mas Vishnu, not someone else. Even so, Jasmine's nasab has also been pernasab from my family not from the family of Mas Vishnu. I should be able to take care of Jasmine mentally. So that in the future he is not big."
"Yes, I get it. But anyway, Tristan is still my sister. Anytime he could come back and he could see Jasmine. I don't know how she'll react."
"He's a man who has no feelings. He alone from the beginning had already not admitted that Jasmine was his child. If he might come back. He'll just hate my son. Already yes Mas, don't spoil my mood to remember how depraved he is." Said Miranda, who sometimes still laughs emotionally when talking about Tristan.
"Yes, we don't have to talk about Tristan. I'm sorry." said Vishnu while stroking miranda's shoulder.
"If it's like he's back. I want us not to live in Mas's mansion. I want us to move to an apartment or anywhere else. Not at home. I can't be at home with him if for example one day he comes home" Miranda said firmly.
"Yes, I get it. We can talk about that later. After all until this moment Mas also does not know where he is and how his fate. Since his departure two years ago. He's completely disappeared. I've been trying to find it but the results are still nil. It's just the same mom. Because he kept thinking of Tristan." replied Vishnu sage.