[NOT] Beautiful Wedding
Ch.50 Oryza and her son

Damar has been smiling ever since. More precisely after Oryza returned to his unit. Damar released the sling arm that wrapped his arm while giggling amusedly.

"It turns out that calamity brings blessings" he murmured as he moved his arm slowly. There was a soft ringing as Damar tried to move his arm. An amused smile could not be separated from his lips considering how worried Oryza was also his attention to him earlier.

Damar was not pretending, but his hand was injured. But not as bad as Oryza thought he thought his hand was broken. But thanks to that too, Oryza so give excessive attention to him.

His hand was just sprained because he slipped on the project site which was quite slippery because it had just been rained. But not until it breaks. Because the workers were worried, they called a doctor. Damar actually did not really need an arm sling, but since everyone suggested it, he just complied. Damar was happy because everyone was watching and worried about him.

The flashback

"Astagfirullah, sir, sir, your hand why sir? Why wear that?" asked Oryza suddenly panicked because when he entered the Damar unit, he saw his boss sitting alone while leaning on the back of the sofa with his head looking up while closing his eyes. The focus of Oryza is not actually that, but the hand of Damar who appears to be wearing an arm sling.

Damar opened his eyes and glanced at Oryza. Just as he was about to justify his sitting position, Damar suddenly grimaced to make Oryza immediately scatter to the side of Damar, intending to help him. Because of their very close position, Damar can see every inch of Oryza's facial skin that is still plain, without a touch of powder at all. Very pretty she thought. When Damar's position was correct, Oryza suddenly raised his face so that their eyes were rubbing against each other.

Degh ...

Damar was glued to look at the pretty face of Oryza. His heart was beating violently, as if it was revolting from where it was about to jump out. Damar to swallow his own saliva with the net glued, without blinking.

His breath hunted, wanting to feel Damar leaning slightly, then scooping those pink lips with his lips. Peeling, sipping, then smearing it affectionately. Sharing saliva, obscuring every inch of its sockets, enjoying the struggle of the tongue with the hunting breath.

'Jeez Damar, mind loe kok ... But how else, Ryza is too tempting. But no, I can't do that. I don't want to make Oryza suddenly uncomfortable with me. I don't want him to suddenly stay away from me. I don't want to lose before the war.' Inner war within Damar.

Oryza was glued with a sharp look but put Damar down. He did not understand why the look was so attractive to his heart. The look was so sparkling and full of admiration. But there's no way he thought. It might just be his feeling. Mana may be as perfect as Damar has a sense and admiration for an ordinary widow like her. Oryza also immediately realized himself so as not to be more late in the gaze of his superiors. He immediately turned his face in another direction, anticipating something that could happen.

"Emm, what's the master's hand?" tanya Oryza finally ventured to ask with a view he pointed at the sling arm that circled his right shoulder until his right hand hung in front of the chest.

"Oh, here, I slipped on the project site. The road is a bit slippery because it has not been built yet" Damar replied.

Damar immediately moved from his seat to neutralize the rumbling in his chest and brain and then entered the room. He intended to cool his body under the water.

But only a few minutes into the room, he came out again to Oryza who was preparing to cook dinner.

"Emmm ... Za," call him slowly.

"Ah, i-iya, sir," answered Oryza, surprised that Damar was behind her body.

"That's .. Can you ask for help?" damar said as if in doubt.

"Yes, is there anything you need sir?"

"Yes, here, I want to take a shower, but I have trouble taking my clothes off. Can you help me?"

"Well!" exclaimed Oryza with flabbergasted eyes.

Looking at it, it does seem like Damar has trouble letting go of the short-sleeved shirt attached to his body. Oryza suddenly returned nervous. Oryza bit his lip, hesitating, should he help Damar?

"If you can't, yes. I asked Saturn to come here to help me" Damar said, sighing to make Oryza unwell.

'No papa, Za. Don't be afraid, your boss is a good man. He's definitely not gonna fuck around.'

"Master," call Oryza to make Damar turn his back.

"Alright, I help," said Oryza with a face that has been flushed especially when he slowly release one by one cloth from the upper body of Damar. Only the top yes, the bottom no.

Oryza appears to have buried his face in a pillow. His face was still a dead red considering how he took off the shirt and shirt in the Damar earlier. He also helped her with her clothes.

Oryza held his breath when he saw how sturdy his boss' chest was. His skin looks clean white. His body fragrant, to make Oryza difficult to breathe because the masculine aroma mixed fragrant perfume that disturbed his sense of smell.

"Oh my God, what a hell of a bitch is that! Haish, I should've just told his assistant phone boss. So mind right! But I swear, geez, that's a very hugable chest anyway. Jesus Za, don't be flirty!" muttered Oryza while patting his head to stop thinking no-no.

"Mother why? Your mother's head hurts?" the king asked when he saw his mother hit him on the head.

Oryza, who heard his son's voice, immediately raised his face and was shocked to see the King was in the doorway.

"Eh, king, aren't you asleep, baby?" asked Oryza while changing his sitting position and then patted his right side so that the King would sit beside him.

"The king can't sleep, mother. Mother why not answer the King's question anyway, mother's head hurts?"

Oryza shook his head and smiled.

"No. How can you not sleep, what does the king think?"

"Nothing. The king only misses mother. The king was afraid of the mother going again," the King made Oryza embrace the King's body into his lap and embrace him.

"Mother's not going anywhere, baby. Even if you leave, you're just working."

"Why should my mom work? Mother had never worked before" asked the King who still did not understand that their lives were not like before. He only knows, now they have separated from the father because his father was taken by aunty caterpillar, but he did not understand that their living expenses were not fully borne by his father because their father and mother had separated.

After his return, Hendrik did find an envelope that he knew was a monthly ration that is usually given Hendrik. He was quite surprised to see a brown envelope containing money which is now more in number than before. Actually there is a reluctance to accept it, but he does not want to be selfish. Money is the right of his children. He will only use it for the needs of his children. But he still needs a job for his own needs as well as Siti and Dodi. He can't just let go of Siti and Dodi. Besides because he needs Siti's help to stir up his children, he also could not bear because Siti only lives alone with Dodi.

"We will need to eat, if you want to eat must buy the material, then what are the materials used?"

"Money" replied the King quickly.

"Well, to get money we have to?"

"Work," the King's great-grandson lowered his head.

"That's it. So, how does the king cry?" oryza asked in panic as he sounded a soft sniff from the King's tiny lips.

"The king eats a lot, doesn't he? So you have to work in order to earn a lot of money. The king also likes snacks. Maafin Raja ya Bun, from now on the King will not snack anymore, do not eat much more. Later the King told the Queen also not to eat a lot so that the mother does not need to be tired of work anymore" he said as he sobbed.

Oryza was moved and felt amused himself to hear the King's words. Oryza then pinched the King's cheek. He didn't expect his son to think there.

"What then? Did you say you work because you eat the King and Queen a lot? Nope. Mother even happy mother's children eat a lot. Mother is actually sad if the children of the mother eat a little. Mother does not want the children of hungry mothers continue to get sick. So the king does not have much thought! Mother of work because mother dear you. Mommy is happy really," said Oryza gave understanding to the child.

My son is too young to understand life. He does not want to talk much which in the end makes the child mature before his time. She wants her children to grow up like other children. Play, learn, have fun, without burden because childhood does not last long. Later, as they grow up, we will miss times like these.

Enjoy the process, there is time. Life is full of tests, but do not be a burden because it will only make us lose the real pleasure. Including the pleasure of seeing the growth of the beloved baby.

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