Peaceful mornings, clear skies, and the sound of birds chirping add to how beautiful the day is. In a rather luxurious house, a woman, who is age thirty-seven-year-old, looks busy in the kitchen, the usual activities of a mother as well as a wife.

How proficient she is in using her kitchen utensils, mixing spices, and arranging dishes on plates to make them more beautiful. This time, she cooked seafood fried rice topped with heart-shaped beef eye eggs, then there was sausage cut and shaped into a cute squid. She placed the plate of fried rice on the table. The aroma was so tempting to anyone who smelled this delicious aroma.

Then, the mother of two children arranged the food in the dining area. There are three places to eat that she must fill with rice along with appetizing side dishes.

"Mmmh ..." a handsome man, and bespectacled was rushing down the stairs and straight to the kitchen. He saw his wife deftly prepare all the breakfast and lunch. He approached, "My beloved wife is great." His hands touched her buttocks and hugged her tightly. "Food always looks good with a tantalizing aroma, just like you when you're in the room!"

"Don't do that's, Dear! It's already early in the morning. The Kids would see us when you don't want to stop it," protested Naira. But she could not refuse what her husband did.

"Let it go! I've missed you already." Gunawan kissed the cheek of the woman named Naira. The woman he gets married to ten years ago is a widow. Gunawan loved her so much that he was against his family's will not marry a widow. He didn't care at all what his family and people said.

His hands moved quickly to hug Naira tighter. "Baby, it's still early. The children will see us to the danger," said Naira. He pushed his hand away, watching the doorway. She was afraid that her children would see what she and her husband were doing.

And sure enough, "Mom, and Dad are already dating this morning!" The five-year-old girl squealed. He saw his parents embraced affectionately.

"Don't look, Raina! It's dangerous!" Januar, the ten-year-old boy, rushed to close his young's sister eyes. He also covered his own eyes.

Naira and Gunawan rush off their hug. The two of them looked awkward and a little embarrassed, tidying up their slightly disheveled clothes. "Hei, you guys are tidy? Come on, have breakfast first. I has made your favorite fried rice. And this..." Naira patted the lunch box of her two children. "... make your lunch with a special menu," said Naira.

"Mom and Dad, are you done?" Januar asked. He still didn't dare to lower his hand.

"Yes ... a-already. Let's sit here!" Her tone was a little awry when Januar asked what she and his husband had done.

"So we can put his hand down?" Januar asked a little doubtfully.

"Yes," said Gunawan. Who was already sitting on the chair? "Let's hurry up for breakfast. We're going to be late!" said Gunawan patting the chair. Januar lowered his hand slowly, but Raina couldn't wait to see what her father and mother were doing.

January breathed a sigh of relief.

But Raina didn't say, "Mom and Dad, what were you doing?" The innocent boy was still curious about what her parents were doing.

"Hush!" Gunawan stopped Raina's curiosity. "Little kids don't know."

"Come on! You guys must have breakfast first. You'll be late." Naira is busy putting lunch boxes into each of the bags for her husband and her kids.

Naira, Gunawan, and their two children have breakfast together at the dining table. Talk to each other about school, work, and many other things. The family looked happy, yes, happy before things fell apart.

"By the way, Mother. I'll go first, okay?" The cute boy waved from the car, and Januar also waved. They prepare to go to school with Gunawan. Naira waved back with a smile.

"Be careful, dear! Study hard, you guys!" Naira exclaimed. Then closed the gate of her house. "Next, we wash clothes and rub," she said.

But her steps stopped, and the incoming chat voice sounded very disturbing. "Who are you, this early in the morning?" thought Naira reaching into her trouser pocket. She saw a foreign and unknown number raised on the cellphone screen by her eyes.

"Unknown number? Is this my mom's new number?" Naira's mind was guessing. She rushed to open the message, and she was surprised by the incoming message in his chat box.

'Mom, please help me, mom. Sabina need your help!'

"S-Sabina? How did she know my phone number? W-and what's the matter?" Naira murmurs between confused and happy.

She also replied to a message from Sabina, the daughter of her first marriage with her ex-husband. The name is Yogi.

'Sa-Sabina Amalia Putri?'

'Yes, mom! I am Sabina, your's daughter. Have you forgotten me? Until you don't know your child?'

Naira was silent when she read the message from her first daughter. She didn't expect her daughter to contact her after so many years of missing news.

"N-no way, s-she really is Sabina?" Naira starts remembering how she had to lose her child, which Yogi brought after the divorce. Yogi, Naira's first husband, never allowed her daughter to meet her even once. She remembers so well how Yogi treated her when she pleaded with her ex-husband that she knelt to meet Sabina.

But Yogi treats Naira very badly. He kicked and even cursed Naira, who only wanted to meet her daughter. "Listen to me, Naira. You have cheated on me, so don't expect to see your daughter again!" Naira still remembers Yogi's words very well. She can't forget what happened to her. He even remembers what Yogi said after that, "Now, you leave my house. And pretend that Sabina and I are dead. I don't want Sabina to know that her mother is having an affair with another man. It's disgusting!"

Naira is very hurt when Yogi has accused her of having an affair. She never did what the man accused her of. On the contrary, she found several times evidence of Yogi's affair with several women, including Liana, Yogi's officemate.

She covered her mouth with her palm. She still couldn't believe Sabina sending her a chat. It's been almost ten years since she hasn't heard from her, and she continues to be with her ex-husband and Sabina. "Oh my God, she is Sabina. And now, this was like a dream and a disaster for him. Because Gunawan hates Naira's past, which hurt her. "Perhaps now, she is already a beautiful girl!" Even so, Naira still loves him like before.

'Mom, have you forgotten about Sabina? Even if you want to forget Sabina, can you help Sabina just once?'

The message entered the chat box.

'No ... no ... I never forget you, Sabina. You are my child, you were born from my womb, until whenever I will always remember you, Sabina!' Naira replied so excitedly. 'Whatever you ask, I will grant. Let alone one, ten, or even hundreds, I will accept!'

'Thank you, mom! Sabina wants to tell you, that Daddy is now seriously ill. And Sabina wants you to come and take care of you, mom! Would you like me to come and take care of you?'

Sabina's reply made Naira speechless. She didn't know what to reply. "What, Yogi is sick? And-and Sabina asked me to take care of him?" She was confused to accept her daughter's request. She couldn't do Sabina's request.

'That's impossible, Sabina! Your father already has a wife, and I have a family of myself. So, I can't grant your request, Sabina.'

'Didn't you say you would grant all my wishes? If that's true, I ask Mother to come and don't make excuses!'

Sabina's reply took her by surprise. The content of Sabina's chat was so rude and a little threatening to her. "Sabina? Why is she talking to me like this? Does she hate me? But I can't grant her request. If I grant it, how will my husband feel? He must hate me, meeting Yogi, again!"

What is Gunawan's relationship with Naira's old life? Why does Gunawan hate Yogi's attitude so much? The man accuses him of being Naira's mistress with whom he was not familiar or chatted intensely. He only delivered once, when Naira and Gunawan worked overtime together on the same project.

What is the story of the two like?

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To Be Continued