Fisya and Adnan sat down and ate their ice cream, while Dipta stood guard behind him. The man's feelings began to go awry. He had never hidden anything from his master. Then how? He really felt sorry for Adnan, who kept whining for ice cream and feeling bored every day at home. Honestly, he had considered Adnan as his family because, after all, they had been together since Adnan was born.Serving to be the bodyguard of the Adzura family is a way of repaying him to Regan. When he lost his direction and purpose, the man came and approached him to provide assistance. At that time, Dipta was in a state of chaos because her parents had an accident and had to go to the hospital with very large costs and treatment.It is undeniable that someone who looks bad in the eyes of others has an incomparably kind heart. Yes, every human being has a bad side and a good side. He is Regan Adzura, a ruthless man who is very arrogant and cruel. To him, it was all like bullshit because, in reality, Regan w

Arriving at Regan's mansion, with fast steps, Fisya looked for Adnan into the boy's room. The woman who became Adnan's mother was worried. Remembering that the child was forcibly taken by his bodyguard—Dipta, plus the scratch on his knee, from falling in the park earlier. Finally, Fisya met Adnan, who was groaning to treat his own wound in his room. "Adnan," she called, hugging the child. Adnan sobbed. He felt guilty because Fisya and Regan had a fight, even though Fisya was innocent, but seeing her father so angry made him think that it was better if he never whined at Fisya from the start, then everything would be fine. "I'm sorry, Mom ... all my fault," he whispered. "Don't cry like that. You know what? That boy has to be as strong as steel?" Fisya jokes by wiping Adnan's tears. “Besides, why apologize? Nothing happened, everything is fine," he consoled. "But, because of me, Mom and dad got into a fight." Fisha shook her head slowly. “There is no such thing. Your dad

The days had just passed, it didn't feel like it had been a week since Fisya had lived in the Regan family mansion. She tries to enjoy her role as a mother to Adnan, she positions herself properly as if Adnan is her past self who lacks the love of her parents. Therefore, she did not want to make Adnan feel the same way. After the incident that day, Regan suddenly did not return home with the excuse that he was going to go on company service for a few days. Fisya didn't know if it was true or just an excuse, but whatever the reason, she still felt happy because his absence made her a little more comfortable. She felt that it was not only her who felt that way, but Adnan as well. The boy looked a little relaxed even though he was still being watched by Dipta. At least, they didn't feel the usual great pressure even though they had to stay inside this huge mansion. This morning they got up early, cooked a good meal and also got ready to go on a picnic. Even though it's just a picnic in t

Fisya wanted to immediately refuse, but seeing Adnan, who was so enthusiastic, made her think about doing it if she was alone with Regan. She held her breath slowly, trying not to be carried away by the momentary emotions that would change her image as a good mother in Adnan's eyes. "Can we talk first, Sir?" invited Fisya in the hope that Regan would give her a chance. But unfortunately, the man did not have time. He was worried that his father would come soon and knew that he had only lied to the woman his father ordered him to. With a formal marriage certificate, that would be enough to stop the old man from making future blind feasts—he thought. "We can talk in the car." "I mean. We're talking in the bedroom—" "You're very impatient, apparently," Regan teased as he covered Adnan's ears, who was now smiling happily because he could finally see the two officially married. "There's Adnan here." Fisya was completely speechless, the man was very cunning and annoying—she thoug

Fisya felt tremendous pressure from the two men who were now attacking each other with stares. No words were spoken, the father and son had the same character, so cold and intimidating. She, who was now in their midst, was like a rabbit in front of two terrifying predators, her guts completely gone. Let alone run away, she didn't even dare to raise her head one bit at this time. A waiter came to bring them a drink, as well as some sweet treats. "Please enjoy your drink, sir, madam." "Yes, you can go. Make sure Adnan doesn't come out." "Yes, sir." The servant walked away, leaving Regan, Adyatama and also Fisya. The situation became more and more awkward, it felt like it was difficult to even breathe. "So she's your wife?" asked Adyatama in his trademark deep voice. "Yes, she is my wife." "When did you two get married? Why don't you ask my blessing?" “I think you said once that you would no longer care about me if I set foot from home. Now that I'm no longer at your house