Best Defense

Her plan

"Ah, shit!" I groaned feeling the pain that hit the area around my stomach as I tried to move my body.

It's the second day since I woke up after surgery to give birth to my son in an impromptu manner. Unexpectedly. I can't even feel those thrilling moments like when I gave birth to Ben first. But I'm grateful that at least my son is okay.

To this day I have met him twice. She was very beautiful and her face was exactly like my husband. Every time I looked at my son's face, I couldn't stop thinking about his father. He told me to forgive his father. But I'm still too angry for that.

I felt cheated, fooled, and betrayed all at once. Not just one person, but everyone at once. Again and again, for how many times, they always put my feelings aside. Act as if they are in control of my life. I can't seem to decide my own path.

Whatever the reason, I cannot justify their actions. Thisismylife. I have the right to decide what to do. The question of whether or not I will be able to is not something to worry about. I can definitely handle it. Hasn't they seen how I've progressed?

This is what I hated the most before. No one is trying to support me by giving me trust. In their eyes, I was still a crazy woman. No matter how hard I prove that I am okay, their thinking will remain the same. Franda is still crazy and will forever be crazy.

My mother, the most gentle woman I have ever known, the woman who always listened to my complaints, where I complained about all kinds of problems, now feels foreign to me. Then my brother, the man I trusted as my father's successor, he also underestimated me.

And one more, my husband. I don't know what to say about this guy. The time I spent with him was not too long, but in that short time I thought he could understand me. I repeatedly told her not to lie or cover things up for me, but what she did was always the opposite.

I couldn't stop thinking about how cruel their treatment was to me. But what hurt me the most about it was my own mother. He chose to leave me with others, never intending to see me, even until my mother begged him to remain persistent in his stance.

I cry about his death almost every day. I blame myself for thinking I was the cause of the accident. Never for a day in my life have I mentioned his name. I always pray to be reunited with him. And yes, God answered my prayer. But in the wrong way. All I ask in my prayer is to meet him after I die, not when I live and end up with a reality as bitter as this.

After thinking things over and over again for these two days, I still came to the same conclusion; I could not live with people who doubted me. And soon I want to cut all the chains that connect me to them.

I reached out to grab my phone on the table, then immediately contacted one of my old friends.

"Frandas?" his voice was heard from the other end of the phone after several attempts.

I smiled hearing it. "Hi, Zul! Am I bothering you?" I said, trying to sound cheerful.

"Absolutely not, Frans." said he relaxed. "How are you? I haven't heard about you in a long time, and just yesterday I was thinking of calling because of your comments that people were suddenly talking about. Did you know that kids keep asking questions about you?" This gleaming man had not changed at all. Her mouth won't stop babbling, and that's one of the reasons I called her. He's some kind of fresh breeze that can take my mind off.

I chuckle softly. "Nothing has made me forget my purpose in calling you, Zul." I grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the table, opened the lid, and gulped down a bit of its contents. "I'm fine, how about you?"

"Always amazing. You know, as long as handsome men still roam around me, I'll always be alive. By the way, when are you going to introduce me to your Handsome and Rich Mas? Geez, you're so lucky to know, say. I'm the one who's been dying every morning going to the fitness center still difficult to get a jackpot like you." he said again, and this will continue if I don't stop it immediately.

"Maybe you'll get it after you throw away that banana, Zul." I laughed loudly, and immediately groaned as I felt pain in my stomach.

"Hey, are you okay?" He sounded worried.

No, I almost died.

I took a breath and cleared my throat once before answering him. "Yes, I'm fine." I raised my body higher and leaned on the head of the bed in a half-lying position.

"My ears are still normal, say. Are you sick?" ask again.

"No, I'm fine. Only pain after giving birth." I reply.

"Oh my goodness, congratulations, say. Why is there no press conference about the birth of your child? Usually things that concern you will not be easily missed by journalists. Your sister's case has not gone out of circulation. I'm really pissed at those damn reporters! Their fingers are very cruel in writing things." He spoke with a fiery voice. I can imagine her mouth tilting to and fro at this moment.

I laughed again. "Zul, stop," I murmured before his words went further. "There's something more important I want to ask you."

"Okay, okay... Say, what's up? Wait, is there a storm hitting your house? The last time you called me was after the divorce and asked me to find an apartment. Is your goal the same this time?"

I could hear him take a rough breath from his mouth that was opening wide. "God, don't tell me you're getting divorced again. Gee whiz... Frans! I wasn't..."

"Zul, I don't want to talk about it right now." I have to cut him off or he won't stop until my ears bleed. "Just find me a rather large apartment. You know what I mean, don't you?"

I gulped down some more mineral water while listening to Zul speak. "Yes, yeah. Five rooms is enough?" I'm nodding.

"Frans, five rooms is enough or not?" I nodded again, not realizing the point of repeating the question. "Frans, are you still there?" As soon as I gasped, of course he didn't see me nodding my head.

"Yes, five rooms is enough." I replied hurriedly.

"note. What do you want it to be like? I mean, furniture and all sorts."

"It doesn't need to be that detailed, Zul. I want my son to have a big room to move around."

"note. One or two floors?" I just wanted to answer, but he spoke again. "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that you just gave birth, which means one floor, right?"

"Yes" I said in agreement.

"note. When do you need it, say?"

"Well, I'll be out of the hospital in two days. Can you get it back then?" He should be able to, I don't want to go back home. At least for now. I need time to calm down and stay away from people for a while.

Zul was silent for a while, until his voice came back. "I don't know if I can find a suitable one or not, but I'll work on it." he said, sounding earnest.

I took a breath while looking at the water bottle in my hand. "Yes, I'm waiting for some good news from you" my voice weakened. I know it's gonna be hard, but I really need it. "Oh, one more, Zul.." I suddenly got in touch when something went through my mind.

"Say."

"I need two nannies, can you find her too?"

"Hey, you're too much trouble! I'm sorry to pick up your phone." - Grunts, but I know he's just kidding.

"Come on, Zul..you're the only one I can count on." I muttered in a spoiled tone, and he snorted softly.

"Omong empty! You have to pay me double for this." at last, it makes me laugh while imagining his expression while speaking.

"It doesn't matter as long as you can get everything I need."

"Oh, yeah, rich people."

"Zul!" my sergeant, I don't like this one's joking style, and he laughs. "Let me as soon as possible, okay?"

"okay."

I hung up the phone after we chatted for a few minutes after I said my destination. Then I gasped in shock when the door of my room opened, just as I had just put the phone back on the table.

"Can we talk for a minute?"