Destined with you

Kring!!! The morning alarm on the nightstand rang loudly. A hand came out from under the blanket, beckoning the nightstand to look for the source of the sound.

Struck by intense sleepiness, the hand had difficulty finding the off button for the alarm.

Brak!!! The ringing of the alarm finally stopped when it hit the wall.

A beautiful woman chuckled at her husband's childish behavior, which remained the same year after year even though he was almost four.

"Arka!"

The mound of blankets was torn away to reveal the slacker who had been rolled up in the blanket.

"Morning, darling!"

Still the same sweet smile. Arkana Kenjiro Wijaya. The man still looks handsome at 39 years old.

His slanted eyes looked mischievously at his wife who stood not far from the bed. Lizzya Pinkan is the woman who is still loyal to him until the tenth year of marriage.

"After work, don't forget to buy a new alarm clock!" Lisa annoyed.

Arka laughed, then sat down after pulling up the covers. His wife even forgot to put down the spatula in her haste to get to the room.

"You want to wake me up with a spatula, don't you?" Arka grumbled.

"Your alarm sounay to the kitchen, you know! Uh, what time is it?"

"You know I'm working late, you shouldn't have set the alarm. Come here for a moment!"

When Arka called her to bed at a time like this, he must have wanted a little pampering. Lisa placed the spatula on the corner table and walked over.

"Hurry up. Afraid of being bitten? I'm used to this!"

Arka tugged on Lisa's arm and twisted around her waist, then tucked his chin between her tiny shoulders.

With her hair rolled up, Arka could freely inhale the scent of perfume emanating from Lisa's nape.

"It's already the 1st."

"Why, Ka? Did you get paid?"

"You only know about money. It's been two weeks, right?"

"What? You're not talking clearly, darling."

Arka pulls the drawer latch to open it. He picked up a light rectangular object on top of a stack of books. A test pack.

"What if it's negative?" she asked.

Arka smiled slightly. He brought his lips closer to the side of Lisa's ear.

"Yeah then, I'm good."

Lisa chuckled. That was Arka's way of persuading Lisa not to be afraid of whatever lines came out of that thing.

Just as she was about to welcome Arka's sweet kiss, a noise was heard approaching. More precisely, the clatter of footsteps that sounded hunting.

"Mama! Papa!"

Arka grunted in annoyance. He abandoned his pampering and collapsed on the bed. Lisa chuckled, burying her husband's head in the dark blue blanket.

"Don't do anything."

Lisa smiled, patting Arka on the back.

"Whatever!"

A handsome boy appeared from behind the door. He was already very neat in his blue school uniform. His skin color contrasted slightly with the color of the uniform.

The ebony-black hair was very neat with the typical combing of young people. He was very handsome despite being 9 years old.

"Mom, where's my lunchbox? I'll be late," Farrell whined.

Lisa got up and reached for the spatula on the table. She took the boy named Farrel by the hand.

"Sorry, Farrel, I have to wake up your little brother."

"Papa's not up yet?"

"Let it go. Come on, let's go downstairs! You can have breakfast first! I made a special lunch for you."

After Lisa and Farrel left the room, Arka came out of hiding. He glanced at the wall clock which showed half past seven.

"There's still time until the scheduled surgery at noon. I'm sleepy!"

Arka pulled the blanket back over his body. Ten years had passed, these were the days. Everything changed so quickly, passed with love and patience.

*

There were many breakfast items on the menu, but only two people were enjoying it.

"Did Grandpa have breakfast, Grandma?" asked Farrell.

His grandmother - Wendi - tried to smile to fade her handsome grandson's sad expression. Although she had been following Farrel's gaze, she turned back to her grandson.

"Grandpa will have breakfast later. He's reading the newspaper, so breakfast will be later. You just eat with me. It's already this hour, hurry up!"

Farrel rubbed his eyes. His chubby, puffy cheeks began to thin as he managed to crush the bread more finely.