The Love Flakes of Nauvara
Must be happy

Yura remained silent during the journey. Usually the little girl is always cheerful and tells a lot of stories on the way wherever it is. Vara also enjoyed the trip staring out the window. He knew that his daughter must be very sad apart from her mother who was used to pampering Yura every day.

The car entered the black high gate of Rangga's parents' house. In front of the house, their arrival was already awaited by Mita and Lala. Rangga got out of the car, opened the door for Yura and carried her on the tail of Aidan. Yura drowned her face on Rangga's neck, she did not intend to speak in the slightest to show people that she was sad.

Lala walked towards Rangga to take over Yura from Rangga's sling. "Onty eating why stay still, hem? Is Yura not happy living here with onty, grandma and grandpa?" Yura did not rebel when her petite body was taken over by Lala. He did the same thing in Lala's arms.

Aidan clucked annoyed at the behavior of his sister who always liked to get the attention of others. He knew very well that his sister was looking for attention to show her sadness. Aidan treats Mita and Lala in turn. Mita smiles happily at seeing the very polite Aidan behind her cold demeanor which is exactly the same as Rangga, her son.

Mita turns to embrace Vara tightly, she is very grateful Rangga get a wife like Vara who is meek and polite. Seeing the attitude of Aidan and Yura so far to the people, Mita can judge if Vara has succeeded in educating her children well, even at the young age of Vara.

Rangga took out the suitcase from inside the car, handed the key to Bayu's private driver to put in the garage. Rangga approached Vara and Mita who were having a conversation.

Rangga watched around looking for his invisible papa figure. "Where are you going, Ma?" ask Rangga.

Mita approached Rangga, kissing Rangga's forehead at a glance. "Papa went out for a while to the neighbor's house, Ngga. There's business he said." Answer Mita.

Vara who saw Rangga being treated so sweetly by Mita could only hold back her smile. He did not expect, if Rangga who looked cold outside, was still treated very spoiled by his parents.

"Take Vara to the room first, Ngga. Mama wants to play with her two grandchildren in their room" said Mita smiling.

Rangga nodded approvingly, "Come," said Rangga glanced at Vara who was also looking at him. Rangga walked ahead of Vara, climbing the stairs to his room which was on the top floor followed by Vara.

Vara rounded her eyes watching Rangga's room was much larger than her room. He noticed Rangga's room was so neatly arranged with a masculine aroma that Vara liked. "Give me the suitcase, Ngga. I'll put my clothes in the closet. Vara looked around looking for where the closet was.

Rangga directed Vara to a door located far from the door of the room. Vara followed the direction indicated by Rangga. Vara walked towards the door indicated by Rangga and opened it. Looking for a closet that is still empty and tidying up his clothes.

Vara came out from the walk in closet, her eyes were fixed on Rangga who was busy playing a mobile phone. Walk towards Rangga and sit his body beside Rangga.

Rangga turned his gaze towards Vara who was beside him. "Is it done?" ask Rangga.

"Yes, I just finished." Answer Vara briefly.

"I'll rest here, Ngga," said Vara who is still awkward if sleeping in Rangga's bed. "Agh, yes. There's something I want to talk to you about, Ngga." continued Vara slowly.

"Speak, what do you want to talk about?"

"Look, can I change my call to you? I don't feel good calling you like I always do in front of your mom and dad." Vara lowered her head, clutching tightly at the end of the shirt she was wearing. He was very afraid if Rangga did not agree with his proposal.

Rangga lifted Vara's chin, noticing the innocent and beautiful face that was already his wife. "What do you want to call me, huh?" rangga said slowly.

The breath of Rangga that was so warm on his face made Vara nervous and his face felt hot. "What if I just stumble?" said Vara quickly.

"Yes, it's up to you. I hope you can be comfortable living here and in our house later. If you need anything, you can just tell me."

Vara nodded, "Can I still work to help mom at the cafe, Rang—eh mas?"

"Yes, I could. You can divide your time well. And also you should've been home before I got home from work."

"Alright, thank you mas." finally Vara felt relieved because Rangga still allowed him to work at the cafe. At least not one more house but he and his mother can still meet every day at the cafe, Vara thought.

"Are you happily married to me?" the question that suddenly came out of Rangga's mouth made Vara flinch. Vara can see the look of sadness from Rangga's face.

"Of course, I'm happy and should be happy. Do you know what makes me happy, mom?" asked Vara looking at Rangga inside. Rangga shrugged his shoulders a sign he did not know.

Vara smiled gently, "The biggest reason I am happy is Aidan and Yura. I'm so happy to be able to give them the complete family they've been hoping for. After meeting you, I can see the look of sadness starting to disappear from their faces. For me, there is no happiness other than happiness for mother and children. They have been the spirit for me to work and live my life. Maybe they were presented to decorate my days that had not been stained since my father's departure.

I always try to be a mother and father to the children, I think the more attention I give it is enough to replace your position in their lives. Turns out I was wrong, they remained just like me who desperately needed their father figure as their protector. Although Aidan did not show his happiness like Yura when he met you as his real father. But I know, behind his cold attitude, he's very happy." Vara wiped away the tears that started to drip on her cheeks.

Rangga stared fixedly at Vara's face that had been reddened by crying. He had no intention of chiming in on Vara's speech. Guilt returned to his body. Her chest was tight listening to every word that came out of Vara's mouth. The atmosphere was silent until the knock on the door shifted their gaze towards the source of the sound.