Lost and Found Lovers

Chapter 25 - The swimming pool

"Krisha, Adish, daddy, and mummy need to do some work, okay?" Both nodded their heads without even looking at Aditya.

"Come!" Krisandra followed him.

"Adish, why did you cry just now?" Krisha asked.

"I miss daddy a lot, Krisha," he replied. Both Aditya and Krisandra's steps stopped halfway when they heard it. Krisandra feels guilty because she hid her kids from their father. She never thought they would miss him this much. Aditya continued to walk until he reached the study and sat in his place.

"Have your seat," he signaled her to sit in front of him. She had a sour face and she was looking down. She felt guilty and she didn't want to see Aditya's face at the moment.

"Look at me," he told her. She stared at him in anger and guilty too.

"Hmmm, Krisandra, I am not blaming you for this, I understand how you feel, believe me."

"I didn't do anything good to you, for you to forgive, forget everything, and accept me easily."

"I am actually very thankful to you for keeping them with you even though you were angry with me."

"That itself shows how good a woman you are."

"Please don't blame yourself, it's okay. Later, when they get used with me, they will stop behaving like this, and now, because I can't carry or hug them as they wish, they feel this restriction is too much."

"I even feel the pressure when I can't hug you whenever I want," he sticks out his tongue at her playfully. Krisandra squinted her eyes in anger. After a long silence, Krisandra opened up.

"If I had known they would have behaved like this now after meeting you, I would have looked for you earlier. I couldn't see them like this." Her tears started to stream down both her cheeks. She tried to stop it but she couldn't. He hugged her from behind and placed his chin on her head.

"It's fine, don't put the blame on you, okay?" He kept on pecking her head until she felt a bit calm.

"Krisandra, can you cook for us with your love?" Yes, for almost two days I didn't cook for my kids.

"That is a good idea and the menus will be from the kids." Immediately her mood changed and she stood up to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"To prepare for the cooking."

"You have a lot of helpers, no need to rush."

"Nope, I will prepare myself when I cook and that is why it is called love?" She left him.

"Wait, change me into casual please."

"Follow me," she signaled with her index finger. Aditya smiled cheekily and followed her.

"Krisha, Adish, what do you two want to eat? Mummy will cook today."

"I want the white-haired grandfather's fried chicken mummy," Adish told her.

"I want fried rice with Adish's fried chicken," Krisha added.

"Then I want Krisha's fried rice too."

"Okay babies done, give mummy a hug now." Both ran to her, hugged her tightly, and kissed her cheek.

Aditya opened his arms wide, waiting for them to hug, but they both laughed at him and refused to hug.

"We have hugged you a lot daddy, today it's mummy's turn," Krisha told him and walked while swaying her hip back to her place.

Krisandra looked at Aditya. Aditya looked at Krisandra in confusion. Lunch was fabulous and the four of them had a wonderful time. Krisandra was feeding Aditya and the kids were teasing him.

"Let's go to the pool!" Aditya suggested. He had delegated half of his job to David so he could spend time with his new family while healing from the wound.

"Oh yes!" Both Adish and Krisha were dancing on the chair when their father wanted to take them to the pool.

"Ermmm! Ermmm!" Krisandra sounded them.

"Opsss!" Both immediately sat back on the chair.

"Finish the food and clear your place, then we can go." She gave permission. They immediately finished the food, took their plates to the washbasin, and passed them to one of the helpers while smiling sweetly.

"Thank you, aunty," they said in unison, and went to their mother. They spend a few hours playing in the water since both also don't know how to swim.

"Can I get them a swimming instructor for them?" Aditya asked while watching them playing.

''Yes, both love water, I was planning to get one for them too."

"How about their studies? Want to get them private tutors to teach them?" he asked.

"Did you have a private tutor when you were a small kid?"

"No,"

"I didn't too, then why do they need. Let them learn themselves and I can guide them," she told him and he nodded. Aditya remembered that the "woman" was always busy watching television or going shopping with her friends whenever he needed her. If he asked anything she would throw things at him or beat him, saying he was troubling her. He still remembers there was a time when he showed his exam result. She pushed him away until he fell on the floor. He had never felt any mother's love since a small kid. He had no idea whether she was really his biological mother or not? He was taken care of by one of the old nannies who had passed away while he was overseas.

"Do you know how lucky Krisha and Adish are to get you as a mother?" Aditya told her, which surprised her.

"What do you mean by kids are lucky? I am lucky to have them in my life," she replied happily.

"Not all mothers love their kids Krisandra," he told her in a very low voice with a disappointed tone. His voice was very sad too. So many mixed emotions and the excitement he had earlier had gone with the winds.

"What happened?" She asked him, he simply shook his head with a long sigh.

"Did something happen between you and your mom?" Her guess made him look at her.

His eyes were sad and as though asking for sympathy with an explanation from her.

"The night you were admitted to the hospital you were crying in your sleep," she was searching for the correct words.

"You were crying and asking your mom not to leave you. What actually happened?" He didn't reply to her but was looking at his wounded hand in silence.