That boy is my wife!
Jiya!!!

The song How I can love the heartbreak, Youre the one, I love. Have Akmu.

Apparently there were rumors about me and Clara being together yesterday in the meeting room. I don't know who spread the rumor. What is clear, the information has spread and become lips everywhere.

Surprisingly, Clara seemed calm and did not bother about it. Unlike me who started to keep a little distance from him. With the intention, so that this rumor does not get heated up.

In fact, my efforts have not been fruitful. Not that it can dampen the rumor, even make it more heated.

Jiya who saw me looking glum, immediately walked over to my desk at the penthouse. Then, he sat himself on the lap while tightly embracing my neck.

"What's the problem? Come on tell me here. Jiya is ready, make horror," Jiya bargained with a sweet smile on her lips.

I who saw the look of his sincere eyes, immediately dropped my head on his right shoulder. Dunking this face deeply, to be able to smell the scent of his body that can calm me at any time.

"No papa, maybe soy sauce." I replied briefly while hugging my little wife's waist tightly.

And still in the same position. Buried my face, until Jiya gave a small laugh because she was amused, when my warm breath came over the surface of her sensitive skin.

"If you're like this, Om Ferdi is funny. It looks like a little boy who is saddened to his mother if the abis is shunned by him. Very different from Om Ferdi who usually Jiya know cuek and Sugar Daddy able."

I felt Jiya's wiggly fingers stroking the top of my head. It made me feel more comfortable and started to get a little sleepy.

"You can do it, deh. Btw, are you going out today? A long time ago, didn't we catch the wind?" ask me, half-show my head.

I saw Jiya smile, then nodded enthusiastically. "You! Then Jiya get ready first."

Only when his body was about to move from above his lap. I held her back, which made Jiya turn her head immediately with one of her eyebrows frowning. As if to say, why?

I could read his facial expression and replied. "Kiss first."

The cup!

That brief kiss landed on the surface of my lips quickly. Which makes me feel a little disappointed, especially after I saw the figure of Jiya who just left.

Fuck, that little girl. The best way to ruin my feelings.

Unbelievably, fifteen minutes had passed. Jiya and I were on a bike ride together. Intend to circle the streets of the complex, while waiting for sunset.

At first I wanted that little boy to piggyback on the back. However, Jiya stubbornly refused my invitation. Instead, choose to ride his own bike.

Lazy to argue, I also agree. On condition that he must be more careful when riding his bike. Moreover, there was currently one more life that he had brought. So I had to overprotect her a little.

We cycled together through the alleys of a complex that was quite crowded by children. Passing through the rice paddies are right-left decorated with views of yellowing rice, is ready for harvest.

Feel the afternoon breeze that is so warm and also soothing. As well, admire the expanse of bright flowers that thrive and bloom colourfully along the way.

Honestly, it was so beautiful to be immortalized with memories. Especially when I see a portrait of Jiya that is so beautiful in front there. Unknowingly, I became smiling to myself behind her.

Ah, thank God. Because you found us, then made her my wife. Although it was difficult at first, I am grateful that Jiya is the one. Somehow, if it was someone else. I really don't know if it's going to be Ferdi now or if it's going to be a colder and arrogant Ferdi.

To be sure, Jiyaning Admaja was the answer to my prayers all along.

Too busy with my head. I didn't realize I was far from Jiya.

Despite being pregnant, the rese boy was actually pedaling his bike with enthusiasm and a sense of passion.

Waving her hand, I saw Jiya telling me to stop for a while under the bright blue street lights. Then, from a distance she beckoned me to pose on the bike while facing her.

Czechoslovakia!

"God willing, my husband's handsome, is no less like a Korean oppa-oppa!" peekik Jiya hysterical, while jumping up and down in excitement when seeing the results of my photo from his phone.

"One more time Om, this time it should be more okay well than before. If it can be candid, let's make it as cute as the sharable NCT Rejun," he ordered again.

I'm just a mangosteen. Then pose normally with a gaze gazing down towards the yellowed rice field, with one hand holding the handlebar of the bicycle.

"Crazy! Visual Om Ferdi has no cure. Maybe if it's young, it could be an SM trainee." Jiya squealed again, which made me astonished.

It used to be Yeonjun TXT, although the edges are similar to Suneo. But, refuted because it looks like a local version of Taehyung. What now, Renjun NCT? Like Jiya's life is decorated with the same intake of handsome guys.

"Are you done with the photography yet?" I asked, just after approaching her.

"Udah. In fact, many are asking to send more photos."

Unconsciously I glared. "Are you post disosmed?"

"No, just in the WA group. But, Jiya did not expect a lot of who immediately joined because of the photo of Om Ferdi that Jiya posted on Twitter yesterday."

I exhaled a heavy breath for a moment. Says it's not posted in sosmed. What is the same Twitter WA? Online game?

Patience Fer, patience. Although Jiya was agenin she was also ngeselin.

"You're not jealous if they take my picture as PP WA? Or, diem-diem claims I'm his girlfriend?" ask me then who was only avenged by the slight ruckus by the rese boy.

"Not really. How dare they do so. Jiya is the handler. So, if anyone dares to decetin Om Ferdi. Jiya will be rude to everyone. Let alone children of Jiya's age. Aunt lemper too, Jiya is not afraid to make her fear," he explained at length, with a frowning look.

I, who was angry, started to soften again. Embracing the shoulder of the rese boy, while bringing his face closer to me, then gently kissed the surface of his forehead.

"Not to worry. I can keep my eyes together. You see, I already feel quite comfortable with one person."

I saw Jiya lean a little bit of her face towards me. And look at my pupils with curiosity. "Who?"

Smiling faintly, I cupped Jiya's cheek suddenly with both hands. Making the face of the rese boy immediately expanded, with the lips that were snarled forward, funny.

"The hell you don't know, who is he? And it's clear that the man is standing in front of me now."

In that instant I also saw Jiya's smile grow cheerful. "I love you, Om Ferdi!" the pekikang girang I replied with the same word a few seconds

***

At this time, I was again preoccupied with the business of advertising the company's beverage products. Especially with jawwal airing almost close to make me feel like being chased by a deadline.

Almost everyone in my office is busy. Aaron is too. I can see it from what they've been doing lately. No exception to Clara too.

Even though he is the most highlighted and only becomes an advertising star. But his presence helped many others as well. Until making the results of advertising our beverage products so trending.

Honestly, I feel happy. It's just, I didn't think that I would have to pay such a price for this.

Precisely, after we had a small party on the success of advertising our beverage products. Aaron asked me to drive Clara back to her house, who accidentally had a beer.

I actually banned the drink at this party. But some people seem to be secretly carrying beer without my knowledge. Then, accidentally put it in Clara's drink. Which ended, rendering the woman unconscious.

I feel bad, and praised by Aaron finally agree. Moreover, I know that there is Mila there. So Aaron couldn't have taken Clara back to her apartment.

With little force, I drove Clara to her apartment. Which either happened or I realized, apparently he lived in a unit not far from where I live, when I tried to question Clara who was still half conscious, before getting into the car park.

It's just that, as my head approached, I wanted to help remove the belt that was wrapped around Clara's body. The woman suddenly pulled my body forcibly to make the left part of my cheek smell her lips. Which Jiya accidentally witnessed from a distance when she was about to throw a bag of crackle filled with garbage.

"Om Ferdi!" he shouted from afar with a voice that made me instantly pick that second as well.

So surprised, I did not even immediately run up to the boy I saw from a distance, had shed his tears.

Waitaminute! It's not like this!

"Yes!"

Immediately I pushed Clara's body away from me. Then, I rushed to chase after Jiya who ran, somewhere.

"Stop! Don't go after Jiya anymore! Jiya hates Om Ferdi! Could be Om Ferdi with that woman ... Goddamn bum! Rubbish thing! Anyway Jiya, argh!!! Huhuhuhu ..."

Her tears broke and cut my heart. However, I couldn't step closer to her because Jiya was constantly rejecting me.

Until, that fateful thing happened. Right after I ventured to move forward. Jiya ran to the middle of the road and got hit by a truck in front of my eyes.

"Yes!!!"