YOU AND ME
CHAPTER 87 - LOVE YOU

Maudy returned home feeling down. Failed to meet with Joan.

Yoan's already taken a sabbatical. That guy must have spent time with that woman.

'Did I just come to his house?' his inner. But he immediately shook his head. Coming to Yoan's house, it's impossible. He could meet with Joan's parents.

"Where are you Maudy?" mama looked at the princess.

"Get out a minute, Ma." Answer Maudy. He saw his son being fed by his mother. It turned out that her mother had started to accept Jeri's presence. Pretty good progress.

"Jeri, let's eat it, boy!" maudy stroked Jeri's head.

"Ma... Ma-ma..." The little boy called his mother.

Maudy grabbed her son and hugged him tightly. He loved his son very much.

'Honey, we'll meet papa later! You have patience, son!'

That night after dinner, Maudy's parents had a serious conversation with Maudy in the living room. They should clarify Jeri's status.

"Maudy, who's Jeri?" ask Papa back. His grandson must have a clear status.

"My son, Pa!" Maudy still doesn't want to tell me who the father of the child is.

"If he's Yoan's son, we have to hold that man accountable. Tomorrow Papa will talk to Mr. Dana's family. They should know about Jeri. Their grandkids." Firmly the Papa. Joan cannot simply let go of her responsibilities.

Maudy's face suddenly turned pale. He couldn't let his father come to Yoan's family.

"Son, tell Jeri whose son? If it was Jeri Yoan's son. Your father will talk to them about it. You don't have to be afraid, son." Mama patted her daughter's back.

The middle-aged woman thought, if possible Maudy was afraid to hold Yoan accountable, because she had run away on the wedding day.

"Father, Mama. Let me solve my problem-"

"Why new now??? what have you been doing for 2 years???" snapped his father who was upset.

Maudy just left the country, without thinking about their feelings. And now go home, bring the child.

"Pa, relax." Mama calms her husband who starts to get emotional.

"Are you married there?" asked Papa still with sharp eyes.

Maudy. He's not married yet. He went abroad to pursue his son's future.

"Maudy!!!" snapped Papa. The leaves feel hot. Did his daughter have children without marriage? What would people say about that?

"Papa give you a week to tell Jeri whose child it is? Otherwise, Papa himself will force Yoan to do a DNA test!" Threaten an already emotional middle-aged man.

"Pa..."

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Yoan grinned on her phone screen. Every 10 minutes, Dara asks about her.

The man was moved, his wife was so attentive to him. Yoan kissed the photo of his wife being the wallpaper on his phone.

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"Lake in." Yoan Pinta.

"Sir-s"

"Let's go, El!" sela Yoan was quick not to mention El finished his words.

'OK. We'll finish it soon!' Yoan excited. He will immediately complete his responsibilities, then go home to meet his beloved woman.

A little while later, Dara had already arrived at the company lobby. He grabbed a cell phone to call Yoan. But the man's number is off.

Dara walked to the receptionist while carrying a package containing lunch. She made lunch for her husband. Yoan has a stomachache and can't eat spicy.

"Excuse me." Said Dara with a smile.

"Yes, Mother. Can I help you?" ask the receptionist friendly.

"I-I want to see Mr. Yoan." Said Dara telling.

The receptionist sees Dara, not the woman who was looking for Yoan last night.

"Have you made an appointment, Ma'am?" ask the receptionist back.

"Not yet, Ma'am." Dara answered nervously.

"With Whose mother, I will tell Mr. Yoan when I return. It just so happens that Mr. Yoan is out of the office." Obviously the receptionist.

"Sa-i'm Dara. I'm his wife."

"Mbak Dara wife.." receptionist speech was paused. He looked seriously at Dara.

"Mister, Mr. Yoan's wife?" ask the receptionist while swallowing her saliva. He did not recognize his superior wife.

"That's right, sis." Dara nodded slowly.

"Darling..."

Hearing her name being called, Dara turned to the direction of the voice.

"Mas Yoan." Dara smiled at her husband. He approached and kissed Joan's hand.

"I-I brought lunch, Mas. Yoan, is it still sick?" Dara put her hand on Yoan's forehead.

"Darling, I'm cured." Yoan looked inside. Dara was very worried about him making her feel very happy.

"Come, to my room." Yoan hugged Dara.

"Sister, I'm sorry." Dara bowed her head at the receptionist. And the receptionist smiled faintly.

"Oh yeah, next time my wife comes, just let her in my room." Yoan reminded. He did not want Dara to wait long.

"Bright, sir." Answer the receptionist.

Yoan was already in her room with Dara.

"Mas Yoan, let's eat." Dara served the food she brought.

"Dear, thank you." Yoan was very moved.

"It's Mas." Dara gave me a bowl of food.

"Darling, you must be tired. It's been cooking and delivering it here too."

"It's okay, Mom. Mas stomach can not eat spicy-spicy. So I've cooked something that's not spicy." Dara is back. No problem with that.

"Dear, thank you so much!" Yoan pecked Dara's cheek. She had Dara by her side.

"How does it taste?" dara asked while wiping the corner of her husband's mouth. Yoan ate a snack.

"Darling, this is so good." Yoan smiled broadly. His tongue danced to taste the delicious taste of isrinua cuisine.

"Darling, you can cook like this. What's the recipe?" tanya Yoan wanted to know.

"Reps?" ask Dara back.

Yoan nodded.

"I cooked it with love, Mas." Said Dara with a blushing face.

Yoan mentoel Dara's nose. "Say now! I want to hear how you feel!"

"I love you, Mas Yoan." Dara smiled shyly and threw away her gaze. The atmosphere in the room began to heat up.

Dara was fixated as Yoan hugged her tightly. The man's embrace made his heart melt.

"Dear, don't ever leave me. Whatever happens, you have to trust me!" yoan whispered right in Dara's ear.

"Good, Honey. Mas Yoan must also always trust me!" Dara hopes they can trust each other.

Yoan loosened her embrace. "What did you say?"

"Mas trust me." Dara.

"Not that one, the one before."

"Good."

"After that."

"Mas Yoan."

"Become..." Yoan pulled Dara's nose in a fit of rage.

"Yes, baby." Said Dara with a smile.

"Say it again." Yoan Pinta.

"Dear."

"Say 100 more times. I want to hear."

Dara grabs the phone. "Sa."

The woman records her speech and sends a voice message to Yoan's phone.

Yoan grabbed her phone and smiled at the voice message.

"Mau Mas Yoan listen 1000 times is also up to you." Dara. It is impossible to say such a thing 1000 times.

"Between." Yoan shook her head and returned to play the voice message.

"Sa."

"Sa."

"Sa. who..."

Dara snorted, Yoan continuously played the voice message.

"Mas, it's dong." Dara was embarrassed to hear her own voice.

"Not yet darling. There are 978 more. I have to listen to it." Joan will hear 1000 times.

"Mas Yoan!!!"

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