We Are Together
Forty six

Sultry and tired.

The two words that were engulfing the middle-aged man who had a face that still looked handsome. He was putting his office bag right on a square table that could not be said to be small and could not be said to be large.

The middle-aged man took a slow, he immediately took off his pitch-black suit and placed it on the back of the navy-colored living room sofa, then he loosened his tie and opened the two top buttons, which he had been given, his shirt is white, after that he rolls both arms of his shirt to the elbow.

Slowly but surely, he dropped his ass over the navy living room couch. A second later he leaned his back on the sofa, occasionally his eyes closed. Both of his sons have not yet returned home. He pulled the corner of his lips when he imagined his two children were surprised because his daddy had come home from abroad—exactly from the land of uncle Sam. The middle-aged man was named Jovanka.

"Bi Ani, make me hot coffee like always!" Jovanka exclaimed with a heavy voice.

"Yes, sir" said the middle-aged woman who was in the kitchen.

Two minutes later, the middle-aged woman named Ani walked in a hurry to approach her master who was sitting on the living room sofa, his palm he used to carry the hot black cup of coffee that his master had requested.

Ani sat down on the floor, then she placed the cup of hot black coffee on the table—in front of her Jovanka—tuan. "Please sir" he said, looking down politely.

Jovanka nodded with a faint smile. "Varo and Sherly haven't come home yet, bi?"

Ani looked up then she shook her head slowly. "Not yet sir, maybe soon den Varo and non Sherly come home,"

Jovanka only ber-oh ria as a response.

"Then I say back again, sir." she said politely and then she got up from her seat and stood up.

Jovanka did not say a word she just nodded while smiling thinly.

Ani returned her body and then she walked back to the kitchen again.

Jovanka turned her gaze towards the black coffee cup that was gripping sweetly on the table—asapnya steaming sign that the coffee is still hot. He pulled the corner of his lips up. Why when he saw a cup of coffee he was so reminded of Deolinda— ex-wife, huh?

The palm of his right hand stretched out to grab that cup of coffee, he brought the cup closer to his handsome face. Inhaling the aroma of coffee that gushed into his nose. The aroma is so soothing—rely he misses coffee made by Deolinda.

Jovanka sipped a little coffee of hers, a second later she smiled. The taste is not the same as made by Deolinda, but the coffee can slightly treat the longing to Deolinda.

Varo and Sherly's sister how are you? Jovanka has never met her youngest daughter. Jovanka is sad, why did she stupidly divorce Deolinda, huh? Jovanka should not have divorced Deolinda because of trivial problems.

Jovanka regrets. Ah errat, that means very sorry. Jovanka rubbed her face with a rough look. "Stupid!" Meaning to himself.

The vague roar of the car managed to distract Jovanka. Jovanka glanced at the living room wall clock, the clock was three o'clock in the afternoon. A second later Jovanka smiled. "Sherly must have gone home." Mumbled slowly. He knows very well the roar of Sherly's car.

Jovanka went back to sipping her black coffee. He really misses his two favorite children. During his time in the land of Uncle Sam, Jovanka never gave news to his two children, because he was really busy taking care of some of his companies that were there.

Sherly immediately released her seatbelt. Then he opened the car door and got out. "Hopefully bang Varo hasn't come home yet" he said faintly, so faintly almost inaudible.

Sherly turns her gaze to the right and left to ensure that her Varo— motorbike does not exist. He smiled with relief. His brother's blue ninja bike is not in his garage. Both of her hands were raised to wipe away her tears that had soaked her cheeks.

Sherly put her foot off. He looked up his face— stared at the main door of the house in white. He looks like a crazy person right now. Just look, his white uniform looks shabby and wet—because of his own tears of course, his gray skirt also looks shabby, his hair that is beautifully scattered is now disheveled, disheveled, and lastly his eyes were swollen and his nose was reddened from crying for too long.

Jovanka who was busy drinking coffee was immediately choked himself. Jovanka squinted her eyes when she saw Sherly running into the house crying hysterically. Sherly's palm was used to cover her mouth and the palm of her left hand she used to carry her car keys. Sherly does not know that her daddy has returned from Uncle Sam's country.

Why does Sherly now look like a crazy person who's often on the streets, huh?

"Sherley!" Jovanka called by raising her baritone sound—hal managed to make Sherly who was about to climb the stairs suddenly stop her steps and silently sculpt. The voice was familiar to Sherly's ears. The voice clearly belonged to his daddy. Sherly cursed to herself, she should not have been rash to enter the house in a state of crying and chaos like this.

Sherly turned her gaze to sofa—right towards Jovanka who was looking at him with a gaze that could not be interpreted.

"Huaaa.. daddy!" Sherly screeched happily, yet still cried hysterically. A second later Sherly ran towards Jovanka, to hug her daddy's burly body.

Sherly falls in Jovanka's arms. Sherly cried so much in the field of Jovanka, making a white shirt owned by Jovanka become wet. Ah, errat, that means very wet because of Sherly's tears that drained profusely from her eyes.

Jovanka just froze, a second later Jovanka tightened her arms, her chin she put on Sherly's hair, sometimes her eyes were buried.

Jovanka rubbed Sherly's head fondly, hoping that she would calm down and stop crying. Jovanka could not bear to see her beloved sister crying. After five minutes passed, Sherly became calmer, her cries subsided, only to still be heard the sound of sobbing. Jovanka let go of her embrace slowly.

"Why is this pretty daddy's kid crying, huh?" Jovanka asked to the point while pinching softly Shery's nose looks flushed.

Sherly gulped her saliva violently, she looked up to look at her two daddy eyes, she shook her head slowly. "Why not dad," the lie.

Jovanka shook her head, she really could not believe Sherly's answer, could it not be that Sherly was crying for no reason?

Jovanka did not ask back, of course she did not want to force Sherly to be honest. Maybe Shery wasn't ready to tell him why? Sherly needs time, doesn't she?

Sherly was silent, she smiled cunningly when it came to a good plan in her mind, why not just from the past, why did she just now come up with an idea that she thought was very good, huh?

"Dad?" Sherly called out while shaking Jovanka's left arm.

"Hm?" Jovanka said slowly, her right palm still rubbing Sherly's hair that looks so disheveled.

Sherly looked up at his face, looking at the handsome face of his daddy. "Daddy wants Sherly to be happy, right?

Both of Jovanka's eyes widened, why did her son ask like that? Doesn't everyone want to see their child happy, huh?

Jovanka pinched Sherly's smooth arm, causing Sherly to complain of pain. "All parents would want to see their child happy, dear Sherly,"

Sherly tenderizes her smile, she insists on having Darel. What does love or obsession feel like?

"If so, Sherly wants to be paired with her uncle Arsen's son, Darel,"

Jovanka agreed. Jovanka doesn't mind doing that. Of course he just wanted to see his daughter look happy. It was easy for him to do that, because Arsenio's company was under his company. So most likely if he's going to take down Arsenio's company and Arsenio is going to ask him for help.

"Yeay, thanks daddy Jovanka baby!" Sherly screamed happily, a second later she re-hugged Jovanka's burly body. Jovanka didn't say a word. She just smiled, then dyed Sherly's hair in love. If the child is happy, he is happy too.