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Time has passed, it does not feel like several days have been passed by a pair of newlyweds. Namely, Zicko and Lunika. While taking a deep breath, Lunika wet her entire body from head to toe while cleaning herself when after her moon guest ended.

The tiredness that had been lingering in his mind was gradually fading with the passage of time. Although heavy with a roomy heart, Lunika still tries to toughen up and give up all her memories in her past with the time that has been decisive in each soul mate.

Now, there was no longer such a heavy burden for him to bear. Although Lunika herself still has a little burden, which is about who she is. However, he did not have the power to immediately open up about his origin.

When remembering a memory in her childhood, Lunika suddenly remembered when getting torture from a woman who was so cruel to her In fact, so bitter to remember.

After he finished cleaning, he immediately put on his clothes.

While Lunika herself still with her position in front of the mirror, she continued to look at herself with worry.

'Why come I think of my past, and I hate it so much.' He is full of memories of his past. Without Lunika knowing, the husband was behind her while bending his body and hugging his beloved wife full of affection.

"Darling, why are you daydreaming? have you missed mom?" ask Zicko to his wife in a surprising way.

At that moment, Lunika was amused when her husband was near her with his seductive attitude.

"I'm reminded of my childhood, of many friends but not of having friends." Lunika replied as she looked up at her husband, Zicko smiled. Then Zicko arrived interested in the answer from his wife, then he immediately pulled a chair near him and sat parallel to his wife.

"Your childhood? well, why don't I think about it until there. Are you willing to share that story of your past, with me?" ask Zicko while asking a question.

Lunika who felt reluctant and afraid, she tried to convince herself. Lunika believes, if her husband is really trustworthy one hundred percent, she thought. After he weighed it up again, Lunika nodded.

"So the more curious, it may be if you are willing to tell a story with your husband. I wouldn't mind if I needed something, I'd always be there for you, baby." Zicko assured him.

"I am reminded of the difference in attention, what I am is that I may be the son of the unlucky bearer. Perhaps, my fate is not as good as that of my friend. I was always left out at that time, very painful and heartbreaking." Lunika said starting to tell a story, Zicko who heard it also began to be interested in his wife's own childhood story.

"It's not good you talk like that, baby. Every thing that we have passed and we live, surely we will reap in the future. You can be sad for so long. But do you know? that the happiness you get can be much longer than your sadness that you have lived." Zicko reminded.

"Yes, I know that. But I used to be so fragile. Even the time I spent begging, when the one who took the street children was a very rich man. But .. I don't know, I still can't digest it. It was so painful for me to remember, that I found it hard to think.

Instantly, Zicko was suddenly shocked to hear it. Zicko continued to think about his wife's past.

"Did you still remember the name of the man who made you the son of a busker?" ask Zicko who keeps investigating.

Zicko who still did not understand, he just nodded his head.

"Oh yes, dear. Looks like we've already had this conversation, we'll continue again. Since today I've started active to get into the Office again, you don't mind, do you?"

"It's okay, baby. I know, you're very busy with your world of work. Then I will not protest with your busyness, I will wait for you at home. But ..." arrived Lunika hung up her words, then she tried to cover what she wanted to say.

"But why, baby? do you want anything?" ask Zicko curiously.

"I don't want anything, I just want to get out of the house. That's even if you agree to it, I'll never force you." Lunika replied with her attitude that looked so relaxed.

"Later after I get home from the office, I'll take you for a walk. For the time being, I can't keep you company. And I strongly forbid you to go out without me accompanying you, I don't want anything to happen to you. Whatever it is, I will always take care of you. Although one life should be a sacrifice, I'm willing to do it to my love wife." Zicko reassured his beloved wife.

Lunika who understood the meaning of her own husband, she just nodded and smiled at him.

"Yes, if there is no problem, I want to be ready to go to the office. After that, we'll have breakfast together." Say Zicko and get ready soon.

After breakfast, Lunika checked the appearance of her own husband. After nothing else bothered him and left behind, Zicko immediately said goodbye to go to his office.

While in front of the house, Zicko kissed his wife's soft forehead with a friendly kiss. Then she got into her car, while Lunika herself could only see the shadow of her husband's car was no longer visible.

On the way, Zicko kept thinking about his wife's past.

'Why did I arrive so curious about my wife's childhood? is it true what Lunika's mother told him? do not let the birth of Lunika was not expected by his family. But ... is it possible, I can find my wife's identity? I think it's very difficult.' Zicko's increasingly dizzy mind thought about it.

After taking a long time because the road is jammed, Zicko has arrived at his Office. When he got out of the car, his gaze suddenly fell on the male figure who was sitting with a huff.

Due to his curiosity, Zicko immediately approached him. However, when Zicko walked towards the man, he undoes his intention to approach him. Zicko chose to have one of his employees still in front of his Office to deliver a message from himself.

"Sir, here." Call Zicko who is still near his car. With his hasty steps, the father immediately approached his young boss.

"Sorry boss, what's wrong?" tanyakanya.

"Please take someone sitting in the corner to my study, right now." Zicko's orders to his employees.