I Love You, Ma'am Kunti

the open veil

In another hospital...

Secretary Erik was still silent looking at Delia's face lying in a special ICU room.

The accident was so severe that the girl had to have a severe brain hemorrhage that left her in a coma.

Recalling when he asked Liliana to come, due to her severe condition.

Flashback is on

"The doctor needs a blood donor for Delia. You should come here, give your blood to our son." Secretary Erik begged.

"Why ask me, the hospital usually provides."

"He has AB+ blood type, very rare. Hospitals and PMIs have no stock. And you're the only one that fits, Zaeni or I don't have that blood type."

"Ck... indeed in this country only me and Delia have that type? You can find someone else, right?"

"Liliana."

"That's it... I have a meeting, this morning I have to go to Dubai. You know the schedule." Liliana is across. Because at that time, they were talking via cell phone.

"Can't you take your time? Not long Lili, just a few minutes."

"Can't...! Like I said, just find someone else. Just pay no matter how much you don't bother me." Piccke...

Flashback is off

Secretary Erik clenched his hand, furious.

*Such like when you didn't care about Zaeni. When deciding to marry Mr. Hari.

Now you're doing the same thing. You said for Zaeni's future, but now? When Delia was fighting for her life, you didn't even want to help*.

Erik took out the ring, looked at him later. After that glanced at Delia who was still closing her eyes, with a series of medical aids filling her body.

He looked back at the ring and held it tight. I don't know what's on his mind right now, which he must be daydreaming about something.

***

Devan has arrived at the funeral park.

The two of them walked up to the neatly arranged paving stone. Tracing a large area, until arriving at the destination.

A fat woman stood in front of the tomb she had questioned, her own.

"Mu Asmia–" his call hesitated. The woman sighed softly, before twisting her body.

"Young Master?" Ms. Asmia bowed politely.

Devan's lips were flattered, delighted. Apparently the assumption was right, that the woman was Ms. Asmia who had been a chef in her home first.

"It's good to see you again, Ms. Asmia."

Ms. Asmia smiled. "I am too."

Devan walked closer, touching the middle-aged woman's shoulder.

"Mother is healthy, right? Why do you look like this? Sorry, I didn't recognize."

"Because I have to change my appearance. For my own safety when I'm closer to you."

"Security, you mean?"

Ms. Asmia handed him a brown envelope. Which was hesitantly accepted by Devan.

"This what?"

"Just open it, Young Master will see for himself."

Devan didn't think long, he opened it. Apparently there are some photos inside.

"Whose picture is this?" He felt foreign, showing.

"Master can see it, one by one."

Devan complied, he looked back at the photo. At the top of the pile was a portrait of a girl. He simply considered it unfamiliar, so replaced it with a second one.

Same, but with a different pose. After the third one, he froze.

When all he found was a picture of the girl with her late father. It looks like this picture was taken when they were young, seen from the clothes they wore.

Devan opened the next pile again, they both posed friendly with a very graceful wedding dress.

Devan is getting curious, he re-opened the others. The woman, whose stomach was getting bigger, saw Mr. Harison holding her from behind while holding her stomach.

Devano reopened the latter. A weakly drooping woman on a hospital bed.

"Read, the note behind it." The Order of Ms. Asmia.

Devan flipped the photo sheet over then.

(January 23 of XX. The birthday of my little prince, but also the last day I saw the queen in my life.)

Unable to speak, he raised his ears again.

"What does this mean...is it all, Mom?" Her voice raspy.

"That woman is your real mother, young master."

The deg...!

A little shrewd, he stepped back while shaking his head. The pictures fell and splattered on the grass.

"Cannot be. That's impossible." he murmured.

"Look at this tomb." Ms. Asmia pointed to the tomb. Devan looked at him, his eyes now caving the river. "She, Mrs Karlina... Dear wife of Mr. Harison Atala, the real Mother of the young Master."

"No Ma'am...!! My mother is Liliana. You must be lying. Papih never told me anything this whole time." The clear thread just flowed, Devan no longer wanted to listen.

Ms. Asmia was silent for a moment, because indeed since childhood no one should tell the fact who Liliana was. Mr. Harison did it for the happiness of his son, who was very fond of Liliana at the time.

"It looks like I've been wrong to meet you here, I don't know what purpose you're making up a story like this?" Dev twisted his body, feeling annoyed and unaccepting. So choose to go.

"No biological mother, who loves her stepson more than her own. Unless his stepson is his real son."

Devan stopped his steps...

"What do you mean?" Devan looked quickly.

"Young master needs to know, Lady Liliana had already married Secretary Erik before remarrying Mr. Hari. They already have a son, young master Zaeni."

Devan scolded. "Don't try to make up a silly story. You think I'd just believe it?"

"what right does the young master know, if all this time Mrs Liliana did not provide education to you fairly, like she gave an exclusive education to young Master Zaeni, to Manchester?"

The deg...!

Devan. "Manchester?"

That's the country I want, to continue studying there. But Mamih forbid under the pretext, if Diamond's foundation is better. (Devan)

"Zaeni takes specialists in Surabaya. That's all I know" Devan said.

"he did not take specialist studies in Surabaya. Except abroad, the country I spoke of."

"A–what?"

"Know Sir. Lady Lili and Secretary Erik were two people who had been in cahoots since the beginning. For the sake of obtaining Atala's family property, they even have the heart to eliminate your father and biological mother. Even the great madam Briana did not disappear, but because it was hidden by them."

"Stop Miss Asmia!! You've talked enough nonsense!"

"I'm not talking nonsense, sir." Cut off Ms. Asmia. "if she really is a mother. He won't put his son in the position of a regular employee."

Devan was silent, if thought to be true... Her mother had been like blocking her position to rise to the commissioner's seat.

"Open your eyes, sir. Because she will still look like a kind mother, before getting what she is looking for. It's a gold stamp."

Devan's frozen, gold stamp?

"Do you know if the ring I gave you was a gold stamp?"

The...!! Devan's eyes are round.

"Stem– gold stamp?"

"Yes, sir."

Devan looked quickly, at his hand. At that moment he realized that the ring was still lying on the table.

"Oh my God." he muttered as he raised a little bit of his hand. Only the scuff marks on his middle finger remained.

Seriate...