I thought You were Love

I thought You were Love
Only mine


"Do you need anything?" 


Kyra shakes her head, leaning against the headboard after Jeff forces her to return to bed. 


"Related?" 


"Remain assured, you're why the hell is this way." 


Jeff clucked, "Just worried. All this time you've been through a pregnancy alone, I just want to make up for the time that's gone by." 


"I'm not pregnant, so it doesn't have to be that way." 


Jeff sat down on the bed facing Kyra. "There's something we need to talk about, in terms of the future."


Kyra listened to what Jeff had to say. 


"Your parents want me to go back to Two Seasons and we'll stay with them despite the separation of the buildings, for your own good and the peace of Mother Kayla. How do you think?" 


"So I'm coming to Jakarta?" 


"Yes, there's no way you're staying here. Why do we get married," said Jeff who has a point as well. Indeed, the husband and wife should live together so that the relationship and communication remain well established.


"What about Sena's mother?" 


Jeff sighed slowly. “Kyra, however she is my mother and my responsibility, but will I make sure she cannot hurt you.”


“Hm. When do we go back to Jakarta?”


“Quickly, once you're ready.”


Kyra sighed slowly. “It looks like we should talk about it too with Om Reka and Aunt Nara. They have accepted me here,” Kyra said.


“OK, we talk after breakfast.”


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Reka and Nara face each other after Kyra and Jeff convey their intentions back to Jakarta. It looks like either Nara or Reka will feel the loss when Kyra returns to Jakarta. Kyra's presence is enough to treat their loneliness, as both sons have their own busy lives.


“When are you leaving?”


“Quickly Om,” Kyra replied. “Because Mama asked Jeff to return to Two Season to help Kak Keenan.”


“Hm.”


“Tante thinks you're going to give birth here, it's like you have a grandchild,” exclaimed Nara while chuckling.


The designer clucked at Nara's words, “We're not that old yet, dear. Ahh, or are we pregnant let Ken have a sister?”


“Ngaco you, who have Kai tell you to get married quickly continue to have children,” said Nara. “Honey, you're in good health right there. Later Aunty to Jakarta if you have given birth.”


Kyra and Jeff are already in her room again, preparing for their return to Jakarta. Jeff helps Kyra pack the clothes to be brought.


“Only the ones in the closet are alone,” Kyra said. “I heard Kak Keenan's assistant who is now female, you know?”


“No.”


“If I were Nana's sister, I wouldn't let my husband work alongside women. Moreover, personal assistant it ‘kan follow anywhere.”


“Indeed why if female?”


“Do not rule out the possibility of something else between the two. Whether it's mutual admiration, sympathy even affair.”


“You watch too many dramas. It will not happen if both are both professional.”


“But if I still disagree ya.”


Jeff just shook his head in response to Kyra's opinion on the job.


“Eh, Kak Keenan and Kak Nana are on vacation to Bali. So envious to follow.”


“You want to take a vacation too? But your stomach ..” Jeff approached Kyra who was sitting at the edge of the bed, rubbing the stomach plan that had been patterned.


Realizing that she has not been able to give anything to Kyra, even their marriage must be done very closed. Let alone fancy parties, prewed photos just don't exist.


“No, I am also self-conscious. Pregnant time for a holiday. But I'm going to want maternity shoot huh?”


Jeff nodded his head. “Original costume don't just open.”


“But ‘kan good, so look more sek_si,” joked Kyra.


Jeff looked at Kyra with a flat face, typical of Jeff's gaze. “You can only appear open only in front of me, can not be seen by others.”


“Why is that?”


“Because it's one of the rules in our household. You have to obey that, tell your husband because you're only mine" Jeff said.


Jeff's words just now were enough to make Kyra dumbfounded.


What does it mean that Jeff really likes me? inner Kyra.


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