If they had children, there was no doubt who would be the person to tell the bedtime stories to them. But now while waiting for babies. The man himself wanted to listen to some interesting stories. Stefan smiled handsomely to the narrator and lecturer.
Wirata could not help but bent down to kiss on his forehead. He was so cute. But she would not say the word 'CUTE' to his ears. She knew he was not a big fan of this word.
"The opportunity to be born as a human is extremely difficult. That opportunity is as a parable of a blind turtle in a big ocean. He dives deep under the water. Every one hundred years the blind turtle will pop his head up to the surface once."
"Only once in a hundred years?" The voice inserted with curiosity.
"Yes. And in this ocean, there is one small floating rubber ring. Its size is only a little bigger than the turtle's head."
"Who puts it there? Why can't they give the turtle a bigger one?"
