My Amazing Husband's
He's my Papa

The expected moment has arrived. When meeting with the future father-in-law. How does it feel to meet a future father-in-law? Marisa will feel it soon.

The sun had changed with the stars when Elvan and Marisa entered the luxurious Restaurant. The sky that is now dark decorated with millions of stars looks so romantic when they have arrived at the spell Restaurant. Elvan deliberately ordered a table on the top floor of the restaurant, to make a less formal impression of the three of them's first meeting.

Doubt in Elvan's heart as if lost when staring at the face of ayu that nourishes his heart. His bad thoughts this afternoon seemed to disappear along with a sweet smile that was always attracted from the red lipstick-polished ranum lips.

Marisa looks graceful with a white blouse combined with a black skirt with her hair left beautifully seared.

While Elvan looks dashing with a plain maroon shirt with plain black pants. As well as his usual fringe hair, now he has changed it so that it shows a smooth jidat clearly.

The two of them were smiling shyly admiring each other's looks.

Elvan and Marisa sat on a chair with a round table, decorated with large candles that produced such a bright light. There was a real flower blooming on top of that glass vase.

Tonight Elvan is so romantic with a smile that never leaves his lips.

Until there came a man in a blue dongker suit who came to them. The man Marisa knows as her boss in the office, as well as the father of the main director where she works as her personal secretary.

"Mr Erwin." Sapa Marisa with surprise that made her reflex stand up. She did not expect her boss at the office to come to her when she and her future husband would meet with his future father-in-law.

"Hello, Risa. You here?" He asked with a smile to Marisa.

Elvan who noticed Marisa's reaction stood up. He was still waiting for what Marisa would say next.

"Brother here too?" Marisa asked half-nervingly. He had been caught in the middle of the road with his son but now he was even with another man. I don't know what the middle-aged man would think.

"certain." Erwin replied and then watched Elvan. "I have an appointment to eat here." Said Mr. Erwin again. "On this table." Then pull up a chair to sit down.

"Are we wrong mas table?" Marisa asked Elvan, barely making a sound. He was sure Elvan would understand his point because Elvan was watching him.

Elvan caught a clear signal of tension on Marisa's face. He understood the language of the lips spoken by his future wife even without a voice.

"We're not at the wrong table, you sit down first." Elvan said, then he himself sat back in his chair.

"He's my Papa." Elvan said, waiting for Marisa's reaction.

Erwin smiled at Marisa. While Risa looks shocked. He simply blinked his eyes many times between dream and reality. How could his boss be his future father-in-law? Is this serious? Ah, surely her future husband was joking.

"Mas, don't joke." Marisa said seriously.

"I'm not kidding, baby." Elvan.

"You must be confused about Marisa." Said Mr. Erwin smiling towards Marisa. "Elvan is my second son, he's Alvero's sister, and he never wants to come to the office, so it's only natural that you don't recognize him as my son." Said Mr. Erwin again.

Marisa is still silent. He looked at the faces of both. It is so similar, as if Elvan is a picture of the youth of Mr. Erwin who is now starting to grow gray on his head.

Elvan who still saw the tension on Marisa's face again said. "Sir Erwin is my Papa Ris, me and Papa are not staying at home and long we separated, because me and Papa have their own lives."

Marisa and Mr. Erwin fell silent. Risa looked into the eyes of the man sitting right in front of her. Trying to dive into what her future husband said.

Marisa was still silent, then she nodded her head, understood.

"Mas, can I go to the toilet for a minute." Said Marisa who felt herself getting tense.

Elvan nodded, understanding that Marisa was still shocked by this fact.

Risa also left the table and headed to the toilet.

"You're calm, Papa try to talk to Marisa for a second." Said Mr. Erwin who then followed Marisa.

Marisa was still standing in front of the door of the female-only toilet when Mr. Erwin called her name.

"Can we talk for a minute." Said Mr. Erwin.

"Em, Mr. Erwin." Marisa was shocked to see Mr. Erwin had been standing next to her.

"As for Alvero, if you can you don't tell Elvan first that Alvero is approaching you." Said Mr. Erwin. "I don't want any commotion. Because I want to see Elvan happy with the woman he loves." Said Mr. Erwin again.

Marisa fell silent. Thinking for a moment. "I won't tell you a story, but if one day Mas Elvan asks I'll answer everything for what it is." Marisa.

"Yes it's better, now I'm going back to Elvan. Calm your heart first." Mr. Erwin said and left Marisa.

Marisa went into the toilet. He sat on a toilet sitting in the bathroom.

Mas Elvan was the second son of Mr. Erwin, the younger brother of Mr. Alvero. How could? Isn't Mas Elvan's mother dead? And then Miss Anita? How could? Is it possible that Mr Erwin has two wives? Ah, maybe so is the truth. I'd better ask Mas Elvan. Marisa Mumbled.

Marisa came out of the toilet and went back to the dinner table. It is not good if you leave the Prospective Husband and Prospective In-law for a long time.

Marisa returns to meet Elvan and Mr. Erwin at Restaurant's dinner table. He sat back in his chair, which he had left a moment ago.

Food is on the table. Elvan smiled at Marisa. And so did Marisa, she replied with a smile.

They also had dinner quietly.

"So how long have you known?" Ask Mr. Erwin when they finish dinner.

"It's only been a few months Pa." Elvan replied "How many months is the deck?" Elvan asked Marisa.

"Em, almost three months old." Answer Marisa.

"Well, you guys just got married?" Ask Mr. Erwin not to believe it.

"Yes, because I'm so sure of my choice." Said Elvan steadily.

"Papa is proud of you El, it is better to get married soon than long ago even toying with women." Mr. Erwin said with a proud smile.

"Yes, don't be like Papa toying with Mother's feelings, right?" Elvan said with a cynical look but her lips seemed to be smiling.

"Mas." Marisa held Elvan's hand and shook her head. He didn't want to see Elvan and Mr. Erwin clash their mouths.

"Em, Papa is sorry about that El, indeed it was Papa's fault, when Papa met your Mother, Papa just first felt in love for the rest of Papa's life, Papa, Papa, and papa doesn't want to lose your mother El." Said Mr. Erwin who began to open his old story.

"Although Papa has a wife?" Elvan asked still with her sharp eyes full of anger. But his tone still sounds ordinary.

Mr. Erwin took a deep breath and exhaled violently.

"Papa married Mama Al because of an arranged marriage, and after Papa fell in love with your Mother, papa could not stop, papa could not stop, then Papa decided to marry your Mother without their knowledge and your Mother also did not know that Papa was married. Papa lied to everyone, and when you went to school at the same kind of kindergarten it was finally revealed. Your grandfather, Papa's father was so angry, but because of your Grandma's request he finally wanted to accept you, but not your Mother. It was all Papa's fault. Forgive Papa El. Forgive Papa." Mr. Erwin said he shed his tears.

Mr. Erwin is still so bad, his deep love for his wife who has died, leaving behind deep regret in his heart. If he hadn't married the woman he loved so much. Maybe he can still smile happily. If he had dared to fight his father, his wife and son would not have suffered like this.

While Elvan was visibly enraged, he felt a deep pain, remembering how his mother had been neglected. His hands clenched, his sharp eyes now covered in tears that he could not bear. But Marisa's soft hands were able to calm her heart. Feeling the gentle strokes of the woman he loved, making him aware, he must be strong to keep Marisa from being like her Mother.

Mr. Erwin continued to cry, he did not care what the child and his future son-in-law would think of him as a weak man. He doesn't care. He spilled a sense of regret, tightness, and so pain that pierced the recesses of his heart. The feeling that he had long since been deep, now he spilled it all in his tears.

Suddenly Mr. Erwin felt a hand that was holding him tightly.

seriate....