Don't Want to Split

Chapter 17 - Whose Baby?

When awake, sunlight penetrates through the window glass. The light was not as bright as this morning. Zefanya glanced at the wall clock that showed the time approaching five in the afternoon. He gasped, surprised to be able to sleep all this time without even taking his sedative.

A moment Zefanya circulated her gaze throughout the room. There was no Ezra there, her husband did not wait for her as he used to whenever he was sick. Ezra really let it go himself. It felt like something was missing from his heart, but soon Zefanya brushed it away.

'Isn't this what you want, Zie? You want your husband to stay away so it's easier for you to leave him?'

Trying to ignore his feelings, Zefanya pulled up the blanket and got out of bed. His body feels much fresher and more energetic, which is exactly what people say. Nothing is more comfortable than your own home. Unfortunately, this mansion will not forever be home to Zefanya. How sad.

In the corner of the room his bags are lined up neatly and his goods have also been tidied up in the closet of the room he occupies. Skincare and her favorite makeup equipment are also neatly arranged on the dresser of the room. Zefanya opened the wardrobe and quickly - quickly choose the clothes he will wear this afternoon. The choice falls on the white fabric toad pants and the fanta color blouse, a choice that contrasts sharply with the color of the skin.

After cleaning her body and styling her hair, Zefanya decided to get out of her room. He wanted to go to the guest room to see Laura Aunty. Her feelings said that someone she knew was staying in the room. Who else if not her favorite aunt.

Piles of question sentences had been arranged in his head, many things he would ask when he met Auntie Laura. Starting from why his aunt did not visit him. Why did the woman who was like a mother to him not directly meet him at this time? Ezra told her that Laura Aunty already knew every detail of the incident that had befallen her at this time. Most importantly, Zefanya must ask Auntie Laura to help her separate from Ezra.

Although he had yet to regain all of his memories, Zefanya did not feel at a loss to find the path leading to the guest room. Corridor - a long corridor through it while the servants he met. Most of him remembered his name, most of it he had forgotten. Only the head chef and butler she still remembered her face and name, their relationship was quite close before the accident.

While going down the stairs Zefanya thought - to think what Auntie Laura was doing at this time. It was possible that her aunt was drinking tea in the garden or relaxing reading a book in her room.

Zefanya's footsteps stopped right at the bottom of the stairs of the first floor. Faint - faint he heard a voice that made his hair bristling. Zefanya held her breath, thinking - guess where the sound came from.

It is impossible from the neighbors. The Ezra Mansion is very exclusive and large. The distance between his house and the neighbors is quite far, rarely can outside sounds be heard to get inside and vice versa. After all, the voice sounded not far from him, just that it was blocked by something so that the echo was not so loud.

Zefanya started to step up, this time slower than she had just done. The impatient feeling of wanting to meet Auntie Laura turned into the curiosity of the baby's voice who she heard. Which Ezra contacts are staying over and having a baby.

The moment the baby's crying voice stopped, Zefanya dyed. He was confused as to where his feet would go. As if answering the Zefanya rancher, the voice of the baby returned to echo in the hallways. Now the voice sounds clearer. From the sound of his cry it seemed not to be a newborn baby, but also not the voice of a child under the age of five years.

'Is it his own nephew? Louise's son?'

Zefanya does not remember how many years exactly the age of Louise's child, even her name was almost forgotten. But as Zefanya recalls, Louise's son was able to run when the accident occurred. So, it's definitely impossible for this baby to be his niece.

Throughout Zephaniah's memory, Ezra's younger siblings had no children unless there was a change he had not known during his time in the hospital.

Following his curiosity, Zefanya searched for the source of the voice. The closer, the baby's crying voice became clearer and louder. And this time, there was the soft voice of a woman who was persuading him.

Zefanya studied in London. In order to ensure Zephaniah's safety and security, Ezra forbade Zephaniah from living alone. During college, Zefanya lived in London, in the luxurious mansion of Ezra complete with servants and chauffeurs.

Every weekend or holiday, the man would drive him to Edinburgh back to his Papa's house. If he had a long holiday, Ezra would have given him time to gather with Papa and his brother and then come back to pick him up when he was almost in college. Zefanya's mother was dead by then, so Zefanya only lived three with her father and sister Louise.

Zefanya's instincts said that if she had to know who was inside, then the woman began to knock on the door of the room in front of her. A foreign and gentle voice replied, allowing the hostess to enter.

Zefanya was stunned when she found that the guest room was not like the room she had occupied before. This is not really a guest room! This room is a child's room. Light pink wallpaper coats the walls of the room, giving the impression of soft and comfortable. Ah, yes. The baby being carried by a woman in a baby sitter uniform is female.

'What's going on here?'

'What does all this mean?'

'Does this baby live here?'

Whose son is this? Why did Ezra overhaul the interior design of this room? A baby room with shades of pink, a full crib with security and CCTV. And more importantly, all the items in this room have the best quality.

The babysitter greeted but Zefanya's focus was only on the baby held by a baby sitter. The baby was struggling while crying with a high shrill voice and continued to wriggle.

Suddenly Zefanya was shaken, her heart breaking when she saw the baby's face up close. From his posture, the baby's back seemed to be more sturdy it seemed to be around six or seven months old. His face was oval with dark brown curly hair. Her cheeks were round and adorable, a whole new lifetime this time Zefanya saw a baby as beautiful as this.

However, those beautiful black brows like paintings and the firm and sturdy shape of the chin were extremely eye-catching. This face is like Ezra in the form of a little girl.

Her Zephanas breath jolted, both of her hands shut their mouths holding back the sobs that had almost jumped out of her mouth.

'This is baby Ezra!'

Zephaniah's hands trembled, they were only a few months apart, and Ezra had a child about six to seven months old. Zephaniah could not believe what was in front of him.

'So, did Ezra betray him even before he ran away from home?'