Befawa, Incorrect Marriages

Part 50#Complicated

Lee took the wife to a place where she could be happy. During the pregnancy, she hopes everything will be fine and is ready to do anything to keep Yoshi and the baby. Only, he was also thinking about a job that was currently starting to feel so difficult.

It was all because of the command he had just obtained. How he did not get dizzy when the young master asked them to immediately move to another country. Moving country? The status is to have two wives, then how to tell one of them to stay in Indonesia.

This only applies to Zoya. He can only bring one wife who can be a companion to life. Yoshi is not the first wife, but the girl is the main one, while Zoya? Without needing proof, he knew that right now, the first wife was having fun in Arvind's arms.

A truth-clad reality always comes at the wrong time or indeed that is the will of the Creator. What cannot be done must be resolved immediately. Right now, his thoughts were so chaotic, that he could not decide which was right and which was wrong for the next step.

Another truth restores the feeling in the heart that he always feels so peaceful whenever he sees Yoshi. The second wife taught me the meaning of unconditional love. He never thought he would get the wife he wanted.

Even so, his self-awareness made him not forget about Zoya. As a failed husband. Honestly, he wanted to see the girl happily get a decent partner. At least be able to accept without having to pounce with the look of the eyes of hatred.

In fact, he had intended to let go of the marriage relationship that hurt each other. Everything has happened, but the future can still be changed. Isn't that?

That thought, made Lee daydream something that he thought was certain and could not be expected. On the other hand, a cruise ship has already left the port. The whistle sounded so loud.

A new long journey begins, which is inside one of the special rooms. A woman lay weakly helpless with her eyes closed, accompanied by several medics who were busy checking the supplies of drugs and heard the sound of crying babies but neglected.

Four members of the medical team who were busy doing their respective activities were seen standing on their backs to the gurney so that they were unaware of the patient's hand movements. The eyelids begin to open slowly trying to adjust the light around them.

The woman was trying to remember what happened when she started to regain consciousness. Memory fragments that fill the head with hot air in the body. Anger that had been forgotten now took back his calm.

The thumping of the heartbeat was so fast with the hunting breath flowing heat that spread ambushed his consciousness. The heart can't remember, it feels like it's all just a nightmare. His hands were raised trying to check if the baby in the womb was okay, but his stomach was flat.

My lips could not speak, but he wanted to ask. Disappointment that increasingly drown themselves is diverted because the sound of baby cries that sound louder. The body feels so weak defeated determination to get out of place.

The hand consciously draws the infusion tube until the pain increases its awareness. Footsteps slowly approach the baby box without regard to the wound on the hand. I don't know who she's staying with because no one's watching her baby.

Enveloped petite body that continues to wriggle cry resist thirst. Seeing that, without a word he cut out the blue clothes of the hospital that blocked the fields the source of the baby's intake. The tiny lips that were happy to get right after being ignored looked so happy.

The glare of her eyes made her smile. The baby was so handsome that he felt so close to his son. The heart said her little angel had come to say hello. The closeness between the two of them really brings calmness, she is relieved to be able to hug her own baby.

That's what Ameera thought until she didn't realize what had happened and where she was. After ten minutes, the sound of the baby crying that began to stop because of getting the first intake from him made the doctor look back.

They were shocked because Ameera was already conscious and was holding a newborn baby. As doctors see patients in good shape, of course they are also happy. Gratitude that could reduce their work but the gaze of one of the sisters stunned staring at the patient's feet.

"So, the woman's bleeding!" the thrill made the doctor who became the head of the team rushed to Ameera and other doctors took over the baby who was so calm and even closed to enjoy the touch of a mother.

Everyone's footsteps rushed, they tried to save Ameera who was in an unstable condition. The bleeding, which occurred a second time, made the entire medical team work hard to save the woman. Struggles that are quite heavy for several hours until finally passing the critical period.

Not everyone feels that the world has beauty. Isn't that right? All living people no one can deny this truth. When we walk in the morning looking at the sunshine, then it is already the beauty of the evidence to the Creator.

But of all that, man forgets the fact that the world is full of deceit. So that sometimes what we see is good, it seems that it is not good, and vice versa.

Like Ameera's life Claudia's twilight. The woman had a complicated life. Where she has to support a sister by being a woman of the night. Then, married to Ryan who turned out to be a son from the family was.

Then get proof of the betrayal of the husband with his own best friend. What else is left? Life has sprinkled salt over his wounds. Now every feeling he considered worship became the greatest regret of his life.

Time rolls by so fast that all those memories are immersed in a memory no longer expected. Two years have passed that life has not changed drastically. Where yesterday all looks perfect both the world with the beauty of the rainbow in space.

Now, however, it was all about simple warmth. Where tiny footsteps walk down the green grass, making him stretch his hands without fading the sweet smile that adorns the plain face without his makeup. He waited for the presence of the son who walked over.

A scene that always gives a new spirit to fight against the cruelty of life. He does not care what people have because as long as he can live with the son, then it is enough. Life is always about change.

A feeling that always haunts him every night, until he finds a place with simple people who love him and the son with a sincere heart. The hope of togetherness suddenly faded as soon as he heard the familiar greeting sound.

"Good morning, dear. Tumben you guys are here? It was only six in the morning. Come on, tell me what do you want to eat?" A man with a head covered in a black hat mounted upside down offers his wares to an adorable woman and a child.

It looks like a housekeeper. Ameera smiled turning her head towards the source of the voice. Then he moved from his place, not forgetting to approach the son embracing the tiny body into his arms.

Walking steps around the park bench that there are only three to stop in front of a cart that says Mang Ujang snacks, "Si Mamang is still morning, you see. I'm just a god, watch out for the mpok next to the mamang ear jewel."

"Little, you know, Yank. After all, you are called dear to me, but never reply sweet. Try it next time, he replied, yes, baby. Eh, instead of the end call Mang Ujang again," Mang Ujang seemed a little annoyed, but had no intention of anything else. "Baby, failed cool gegara nickname amang."

The seller's complaint, made Ameera chuckle. Funny because the man's expression was very lively, even the son drowned to hear a chat that must still not be understood.

Like sunlight, his life was simple. Even if everything is just what it is. Honestly, he felt more alive without any ties of mutual restraint. Like the relationship between them all was like a brother without a blood relation.

Ameera is just one of the residents of the flats in the area. However, who would have thought the arrival of many people who were actually interested in seeing his son. The handsome toddler whom he always made passion and whip for a better life.

The son who has a face with Caucasian carvings, the owner of lashes and a smile full of charm with dimples that look so clear when smiling. He deliberately gave the name Eagle Putra Ameera.

A name that is expected to be a smart person, a responsibility with a sharp mind and good at carrying yourself in public. He wants the Eagle to have a better life and for that, he is ready to fight to realize all the wishes of the son.

Since living together, he had never thought about revenge. For him life is enough to prepare the Eagle for the future, where in life he wants the son to get all the rights that must be obtained as the son of a Ryan Mahendra.

On that day, he got off a cruise ship and was escorted by several doctors. The men in white clothes gave the suitcase which turned out to contain money and also an address. Needs and circumstances do not allow him to find heavy work so only receive money.

While the address he had read was thrown away. Even so, everything will always be stored in memory and the current life is better after getting rid of all the memories of the past. Especially when the heart releases love and considers Ryan never existed in his life.

Living life as a single mom. The woman tried to always be strong in every phase of life until now has enough effort to provide life with enough words. In fact, not infrequently he is still trying to help the people around him who really need help.

While on the other hand, Ryan and Laura's lives are so happy to have a son from their own child. Toddler owners blue netra and charming, making the two parents are always vigilant. The best facilities are provided as a form of comfort.

The age of the Eagle and the original son of Ryan are the same that distinguishes only the time of his birth. Although the same, the reality will not be the same because the life of Raymond Anggara Bryan Mahendra really became the only son who is usually called prince baby.

Raymond was so adorable that he was watched every time he was outdoors. His face was not exposed by the media, nor was Laura. Although publicly, the child and wife have been recognized so that no one can snatch the position of the two most important people in Ryan's life.

Indirectly, Raymond was the sole heir of the Mahendra family. More than that, the child is already quite have the luxury of having a papa who is a reliable businessman with many famous companies.

Back in the present, where Ameera stopped her laughter so accidentally heard the news of a great businessman. Who else, if not Ryan Mahendra. The news that of course spread so quickly, astonished everyone.

Some imagine wanting to be a part of life inside Mahendra's family home. Unfortunately that is not the case for Ameera, only when looking at the latest news footage from past men. It felt like a sharp incision pierced the heart.

The pain that he thought no longer existed, apparently still stifling the chest. Currently, he is trying to accept life without wanting to discuss the past, "Mang Ujang, how do you see the business news? I usually watch soap operas."

Ameera tried to relax and pretended not to know who the man was talking about in the news, making the mamang smile. Then, show the contents of the wallet where there is a piece of used newspaper that shows an address picture of a famous villa in the city.

"You are it, loh. Masa did not know the owner of the Grand Moon Villa at the end of the city. Actually, I really want to work there. Yeah, who knows if it could change fate, uh, but mending gini. Selling every morning can see a beautiful darling.

"Life is perfect, what less?" Mang Ujang explained with his usual attractiveness to tease Ameera.

Mang Ujang's confession was quite frank with no burden, "The world is not perfect, Mang."

*if this man knew, Ryan was not a good man and could even throw his own wife and child into the land of people. Especially just to get a new life with his mistress. Would you still want to live there?~batin Ameera monologues to herself as she cannot possibly say that directly in front of Mang Ujang*.