Husband For Keara
Father Returned

Keara and Ocha spend their holiday in Bali. There is no longer a troubled and troubled heart. Keara kept smiling and laughing all day. Plus Harris was now accompanying him as long as the two of them had fun.

Ocha, who knows herself, gradually moved away from the two lovebirds who were drunk with love. Give them more space to get to know each other and get closer.

Bara, whose job it is to watch over and guard Harris, continues to be around Harris. Although not too close. He acted like a shadow that had always existed but never glimpsed his master.

But now he began to be disturbed by the noisy girl who often approached him. Ocha. Obviously Bara is uncomfortable. He is a street thug who every day hangs out with sangar men and begajulan people. Not used to talking, let alone joking laugh with the setting of a beautiful Balinese beach with a woman. As a result, the stiff and sour suit remains in on mode, although Ocha continues to lure open chats.

In contrast to Harris and Keara who continue to show love that is blooming on the second day. They're playing on the beach. Running, throwing water at each other and hugging each other tightly. Laughter is always on the lips of both. Harris never took off his arms as if he did not want to be far away.

They walked with laughter that continued to accompany them. Then occasionally stop if you feel you have to fill his empty stomach. Then shop. Then playing again. And so on until the holidays are up. They should return to Surabaya soon. End a tasteful holiday that will not be forgotten.

Harris felt his heart was very happy. He never felt this happy. This little girl beside him had so changed her dark life into a bright and colorful one. There was nothing he wanted anymore other than to have this girl and love her for the rest of his life.

Keara's carefree laughter seemed to be the cure for all Harris' fatigue. Fulfilling his heart with a very uncontrollable thump.

"Darling, how about we change the order."

"Hm?" ask Keara not understand. They were currently on their way back to the hotel to pack their clothes.

"Mumpung we are again in Bali, how if we honeymoon first, only a month away we ijab kabul.."

Keara immediately glared and rained down on the man's chest with deadly pinches.

"Basic perverted brain."

"Aarrgh.. Your violence is back, baby.. I'm thrilled.." Harris raved while grimacing in pain.

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"Ciyee's.. Which is better.. Nempeeeell keeps kayaking leeches. Wkwkwkk.." slurping Ocha in a mocking tone.

They are currently in a hotel room. Pack their things and get ready to go to the airport. To return to Surabaya.

"Hih.. jijiy really how the comparison is like a squeaky leech.." Keara shuddered while laughing.

"I'm happy, K.. Mas Harris is a limited edition guy. Don't be wasted anymore.. The girl who had put the horses to marry him had a lot.."

"But I'm sure Harris's loyal to me forever.." Keara bragged while patting her chest in a lebay style.

"Yeyy.. Sombrooongs.. But I'm sure." They both laughed together. Not really, K.. Mas Harris is like a blend of Mas Rizky and Nico.."

"iihi.. Why is there a Niconya??" keara protest. For him, Harris is very different from the handsome Nico and playboy.

"Because mas Harris is handsome and charismatic. She's an idol of girls. Yes, some level higher than Nico anyway, if Nico used to be the idol of one school doang.."

"But Harris is not a playboy and likes to spread the charm of Nico's kayak."

Keara smiled and blushed hearing that. There is also a point in Ocha's speech.

Shortly the doorbell sounded. Keara walked towards the door to open it. Harris is the one who pokes out from behind the door.

"Darling, are you ready?" tanyakanya.

"Already, mas.. We can leave now."

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It was evening when Haris and Keara arrived in Surabaya. Harris, who escorted Keara to her house, parked her car in the courtyard of Keara's house.

The house is like a guest. Keara hesitated a little to step inside. Seen from the window, there was a man sitting in front of his mother and Mas Arman. His position was against the window so Keara could not see his face.

"Let's go in, baby.. I'm taking it inside." Harris said softly. Keara nodded.

They say hello when they are in the doorway. Making the three people who were sitting in the living room turn their heads.

Now Keara can see the guest. An old man of tall thin stature. Her black hair was already gray in several rows. Keara did not recognize the guest. But looking at the mother's puffy eyes, and Arman's arms embracing the mother, Keara was able to guess who the old man was.

The tall body that although it was old but still looked gallant it stood up and walked closer to Keara. Keara involuntarily rewinded her body. The more the old man approached, the more Keara walked backwards. Until Harris' hand reached out to catch the beautiful body and try to strengthen.

"Don't be afraid baby, there's me." whispered into Keara's ear. Keara turned to Harris, and found that her net was already covered in sweat. Her crying was ready to break. But the affectionate gaze of her man seemed to make her calm and feel safe.

"This beautiful one must be Keara, right..?" said the old man. His hand was about to touch Keara's arm. But K dodges quickly, getting docked to the burly body that embraces him.

"You're all grown up and beautiful, just like your mother when you were young." the old man chuckled. But only he himself. Everyone was silent and revealed a flat expression with a raging feeling of their own.

Keara grabbed Harris's backside shirt. The golden was felt by Harris, and instantly gave a tighter hold on her girl's shoulder. The man stared hard. As if preparing to hit if the old man touched Keara.

I could see her standing near Keara. Mas Arman stood up with a horrible flat expression.

Mother rubbed the shoulders of her daughter who looked riled. He had puffy eyes, but was trying to calm his daughter down. He knew very well, this daughter must have had a premonition, who the old man in front of her was now.

"K, he's your father, son." said the mother, her soft voice mixed with bitter tears.

"M-father?"

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