His Second Wife

Chirpy to Sad.

Barq raised his eyebrows in confusion at the delivery boy, who stood with two large parcels. "Your parcel, sir," the delivery boy said with a small smile. Noya and Amayra squealed and quickly toddled in front of him, respectively pushing Barq aside. "Hello! Thank you for the order," the girls said in unison, making Barq amused. Noya took the food parcels, rushing into the kitchen and then her room to get her wallet. Meanwhile, Barq asked the boy and paid for the dinner.

By the time Noya came back, the delivery boy was gone. She frowned and asked Amayra, "Did he leave?" Amayra nodded in agreement. "Daddy paid." "But I was about to pay," she said, frowning. Meanwhile, she heard Barq's voice. He was now serving the food on the table. "It's alright, today the dinner is on me. Take it as a treat, Miss Noya," he said with a hint of teasing. She narrowed her eyes, walking towards the dining table. "Treat? For what?"

He stood straight, looking directly into her eyes, making her gulp at his intense gaze. "For taking care of my amor," he said, shrugging. Taking Amayra in his arms, he made her sit on the high chair. Noya gave a small nod, not liking his favor towards her. "But it is my duty. At least take my parcel charge? Or else I won't eat," she said, firm in her decision. Hearing this, he sighed and Amayra gasped. "I won't eat, Daddy, if Nany doesn't eat!" said Amayra, crossing her arms near her chest.

Barq couldn't help but agree with these stubborn girls. "Fine," he mumbles, and Noya happily counts coins from her wallet. Amayra and Barq cup their faces, waiting for her counting to end so they can start dinner. They exchange looks and sigh. Noya is a bit slow with counting. Barq can see how she easily forgets, her fingers are shivering as she counts the coins and collects them in her small hand. He softly approaches her, "Let's eat first, you can continue your counting session afterwards," he says softly, understanding that she has a syndrome.

Noya finds it logical and gives up, sliding her wallet aside. She looks at the biryani with sparkling eyes. Amayra giggles with her spoon in her hand. But their smiles vanish when Barq serves biryani to himself and salad and fried fish to them! They gasp dramatically, making Barq flinch! "What's wrong now?" he asks in a bored tone.

"That's our order, sir," Noya says, drooling over the biryani. "Yes, Daddy!" Amayra agrees too. "Is it? But it's mine now, you guys have salad and fried fish," he says, shrugging, making their jaws drop.

"Daddy, don't mess with me when it comes to biryani!" Amayra said, looking like an angry bird. Noya licked her lips, drooling over the biryani. "Alright, alright, stop drooling over my meal. Here, have some," he said, serving them too. Noya smiled cheekily and ate as if she had been hungry for ages. Barq shook his head and professionally sliced the fried fish, removing its bones.

As he served it to Noya, she scrunched her nose and moved back. "No no, I am not having this, please," she said and choked badly, coughing hard. Her eyes turned red. Amayra looked at her with a horrified expression. Barq quickly stood up to help her. He softly patted her back and helped her drink water. "You better not speak while eating," he said in his stern voice. Noya coughed and struggled to breathe. While he patted her back, he asked, "Don't breathe through your mouth, breathe through your nose. Take it easy, Noya," he said in a low whisper. She coughed and followed his advice. Within a few minutes, she was back to normal. Apologizing, she felt embarrassed and awkward. Barq pulled his hand back and returned to his chair.

Post-dinner, Noya quickly rushed upstairs to her room, with Amayra following closely behind. "Nanny, nanny, are you angry with me?" she questioned cutely. Noya smiled and shook her head, indicating that she was not angry. "I need to pee!" she whispered, causing Amayra to giggle. Meanwhile, Amayra took a tour of her small yet cozy room while Noya took care of her business. "You have a room of your own? How lucky," Amayra said, liking the idea of having her own room too.

"Yup, but it's not safe for kids, especially for kids below 9," Noya said, understanding Amayra's excitement. Amayra frowned at her nanny's words. "Ok," she mumbled, pouting. Meanwhile, Barq finished up his kitchen work and went upstairs to his room. Not finding his daughter there, he called out for her.

Hearing his voice, Amayra pouted and toddled back to her room. "What? Can't I spend some time with my nanny?" she asked, throwing a bored expression.

He raised one eyebrow at her. "Excuse me? What about your daddy? With whom will I cuddle?" he said, kneeling down to her level. Amayra giggled and kissed his cheek. He wrapped his arm around her. After the hectic schedule, his daughter was his only solace.

Both father and daughter cuddle together, enjoying each other's company. When she asks, "Daddy, Miss Nanny is sensitive, we should be careful," Amayra says, sounding all serious. He rolls his eyes and says, "Elaborate, love." Amayra puffs her cheeks and sits on his chest, causing him to narrow his eyes at his daughter. "You should not look at her with such focus, her cheeks turn as red as an apple!" she says innocently, making him chuckle. "What? Shut up, amor. Forget about this and go to sleep now," he says, making her lay on her side.

"Huh? Don't tell me to shut up," she says, grabbing some of his hair in her small fist. Barq's soul leaves his body, causing him to hiss. "Alright, let go of me or else I will tickle you," he says, trying to free himself from her grip. "Tickle me and see my ninja kicks," Amayra says proudly. Barq drops the idea of arguing with his daughter. Can he win? Nope. Never. He joins his hands, making her giggle.
She lands a kiss on his cheek before hugging him and drifting off to sleep.
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The very next morning, she flinched when the alarm rang and turned it off. She gathered her hair into a messy bun and went downstairs to the kitchen. She needed a black coffee. Last night, she tried to call Nora, but she didn't answer. Noya was worried and confused as to why Nora denied recognizing her. However, the text she received from Nora made her mind go numb. "We are no longer friends, Noya. Forget me. I am sending you all the money you spent on me. Take care." This made Noya worried and feel left out. It was not new to her that everyone would use her for their own benefit.

Preparing her black coffee, she felt someone's presence behind her. As she turned around, she found him standing shirtless, scrolling through his phone. Her breath hitched, and she quickly turned back around, focusing on her already prepared coffee. "Good morning, Miss Noya," he said in his gruffest voice.

"Good morning, sir," she mumbled. "Shall I prepare a coffee for you?" She asked, not liking the idea of having it all alone. She does have some manners. Yes, she does. "Thank you, I will prepare it though," he said with a gentle tone. She held her coffee mug and stared out of the window. Meanwhile, Barq made a coffee for himself. His eyes unknowingly kept snapping to her, as she sat hugging her knees and staring out of the window. Her messy curls around her face gave her a perfect look. She was simply beautiful.

Her cute outfit, making her look cuter than Amayra, made him mentally slap his head. As his coffee was ready, he heard a sniff. His eyes snapped to her. Taking a step towards her, he called, "Miss Noya, are you fine?" He asked as he sipped his coffee. Feeling the manly figure beside her, she wiped away her tears. "I am fine. Thank you, sir," he nodded and sat in front of her, making it more difficult for her.

"You know it's better to cry and let out the frustration," he said, circling his fingers around his coffee mug. She turned to him with teary eyes. "Always?" She asked in a whisper. He shrugged, "Not always, but most of the time," he said and stood up to leave. She pouted sadly and sniffed. "Don't wipe your eyes with your hands. There is a tissue box to your right, be a little hygienic, Miss Noya," she heard him say. To which she rolled her eyes and did the opposite.

He chuckled at her antics and went upstairs, thinking about what made this clumsy, chirpy girl cry buckets.

Fast forward to breakfast time. Noya was shoving breakfast towards Amayra with her red puffy eyes, which made Amayra's heart sink too. She looked at her daddy, he shrugged, mouthing, "I didn't do anything, I swear." Meanwhile, his phone rang. The news was devastating and heartbreaking. Without a second thought, Barq took his coat and rushed out, leaving Amayra and Noya looking at him confusedly. "Take care of Amor," he said before leaving.

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