Neo Indri Na .«( Book 3 )».

Epilogue

      Heard of a term called ‘blithesome chaos’? Yes, a beautiful oxymoron!  That was an exact word that popped in Reya’s head at her current life.  And she was sure it is felt by everyone at any point in their life, the way she was experiencing it because of her two lovely angels, sometimes demons for sure.

     That day was of no exception.  “Hey, hey come here.  Paviiii!!!”  Reya’s slouchy voice said how tired was she feeling, her hand formed wrinkles, being soaked in the grained food for a longer period than it should.  That was such a moment when her fatigue brain would suggest her to offer her phone to her bratty daughter, to make her eat food at peace, but always chosen the contradictory, afterall the mothers do the correct thing for their offspring. 

     Her thought broke when she eyes how everywhere her daughter spat the food content. “Oooofff, Pavvviiii.!”  She screamed out.  The said angel ran away, room to room twerking her bum at her mom. “Amma is having Tuny in my hand and can’t run after you.  Be my buttermilk and have this bite of food.”  Reya literally had been begging her daughter for 1 hour who was fixed with two wheels instead of legs.  So far the flare which didn’t explode her, now searched for the fourth and the foremost person of their sweet family to do so.  “Where is your appa?”. She gritted her teeth.

     Jungkook, who had been hearing everything laughed his eyes out, seated in their room with laptop on his lap.  ‘You are an evil dad, Jungkook.’ One of his fan messaged with an evil emoji.  ‘Go help your wife like the best husband.’  Another one popped.  He guessed those messages are from married child bored women.

     “HEY, JUNGLE BOOK!!!  What the hell are you doing inside?”  Reya entered the room, bursting the door open.  She looked no lesser than a psychopath woman with red angry eyes. “You have three options.” She said with a sudden creepy smiley face. “First option – feed Pallavi, second – look after Tuny.”  

      Jungkook titled his head.  “The third?”

   Her grin disappeared somewhere between her scowl.  “THIRD – Give me divorce so that I can marry someone better than you, as a father for our kids, you idiot.”  She growled and was breathing heavy.  100% embarrassment was all Jungkook felt at that moment as he turned his laptop screen towards Reya.  Her earlier confusion soon replaced with a nervous smile, realizing his LIVE.  She smiled and gestured him to turn the screen away from her. 

     Soon many asked Jungkook to give a proper intro to his wife.  So he called her and got Tuny from her.  Reya got Pallavi on her lap.  “Armyyyy, meet Ms. Muffin, Mr. Cupcake and my Mrs. Pondati.” He wrapped his arms around her shoulder, gathering them into the camera frame.  They made a great family profile. 

     Song Pallavi, a spitting image of her father with Reya’s skin tone and curly hair, while Tuny Charan, a perfect depiction of Reya with Jungkook’s skin tone and hair.  “Nice to meet you. Army”  That phrase from Reya took many out of their awwws looking at the lovely family.  Soon many heart emojis, ‘Your wife is beautiful’ and ‘Your family is cute.’ Messages blurred the live. 

     For a particular question Reya started to answer, “Jungkook is not an evil dad, unless he is busy he would be at my side, being the best husband and dad.  Just I didn’t know that he was busy with his lovelies.”  She smiled wide at him and turned her attention to the screen.

     Reya was patiently answering some questions from the army related to their love story.  Everything went smooth until that one comment from a girl, ‘Isn’t she the author of the book ‘From India to S.Korea?’  Jungkook beamed instantly at that message and replied with pride.

     “Yes, she is the author of the book ‘From India to S. Korea’ and she has written two parts under the same topic.” Jungkook said as a gratified husband of the writer.