Love Me Please (Related cruel husband)
Chapters 2. Sandy Story's
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Sandy got in her car. As usual, he'll be home late. That's how his work every day just circled there, no change at all. Especially since he returned to Indonesia.
"Ahh I miss Triple G so much, how are they?" muttered Sandy.
The man put on a music stel and enjoyed the ride while listening to his favorite music. Sometimes as a human being he felt lonely. Can't deny a normal man like him really wants to caress like Rayyan. However, Sandy realized that was not true. He did not want to sin again after he had sinned too much.
Until his residence, Sandy immediately went down. Yes the mansion, only he lives with Benedicto who is now enjoying his old days at home as an unemployed man.
"You've gone home, Son?" Benedicto immediately welcomed the return of his adopted son.
"Dad not slept?" Sandy shook the middle-aged man's hand.
"Yet. I'm waiting for you" said Benedicto. "Clean yourself. Accompany Dad to chat," he said as he sat on the sofa and resumed reading with his glasses turned back and forth.
"Yes Dad" Sandy smiled
The man went straight into his room to clean himself up. He was sultry and his body smelly and sticky.
After cleaning up Sandy immediately approached Benedicto. The two of them rarely eat dinner together because Sandy always comes home at midnight. Sandy usually eats at the hospital or in the office.
"What about the office?" benedicto asked but he was busy with the fur in his hand.
"As usual Dad. Slowly I began to enjoy this work, although it was difficult at first. But the longer I get, the better I understand" Sandy said.
Yes Sandy has to learn from scratch about the company. About how to do business and get many benefits. Even this month, Sandy has benefited a few percent of her sales.
Benedicto nodded and smiled proudly. "Thank you Son. You were great. Not only as a doctor but you as a business person, too" Benedicto said.
Sandy took a long breath. "I'm actually just used to it. Yes, as I said, it can be because I'm used to it," Sandy said with a big smile.
For a moment the two men of different ages were silent and busy with their own thoughts. Yes this is how their lives are flat and flow like water. Especially since the departure of Nirmala, Benedicto's life is completely empty. She's lonely. Although Ramos and Rachel repeatedly invited him to live with them in Sidney, the middle-aged man chose to settle in Indonesia in order to always remember his wife.
"Sandy," call Benedicto break the silence.
"Yes Dad," Sandy glanced at Benedicto. "What's the matter Dad?" ask her while smiling warmly.
"Don't you want to have a family like Ramos? You're all grown up and old. You can't live alone forever. Rise up son, I can't always accompany you here. One day, I will return to the Creator. Before I leave, I want to see you happy" Benedicto patted Sandy on the shoulder.
"Dad, don't talk like that. Dad won't leave me. We'll be together forever" Sandy said, holding Benedicto's hand on his shoulder. Sandy loved Benedicto. He won't be willing to lose this man he already considers his real father.
Benedicto. "No man can survive Sandy forever. Death will come to every human being. No human can avoid it. Before I leave, I want you to get married" he said.
Sandy's speechless. Be married? I don't know, until now he didn't find a woman who could fill the void in his heart. After Rachel couldn't open her heart to him, the man was numb and had no intention of opening his heart again.
"You should look for him. If you don't have any effort until whenever you won't find Sandy," Benedicto shook his head. Benedicto was surprised that Sandy had a taste for her daughter Rachel. "Don't be too picky in finding a partner. The important thing is that his heart is good and can accept you as you are. Physical problems. Treasures. All of this can be sought. But sincere people only exist in those who value togetherness" Benedicto advised Sandy.
Honestly Benedicto is eager to find Sandy a future wife. But he did not want to make Sandy depressed because she was betrothed to someone she did not care about. Let the man look for his own soul mate, hopefully Sandy will soon find the right woman.
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"Mas, thank you for helping me. Sorry to bother you," said Sandra unkindly.
"It's okay Mas's happy to help," the man fixes Sandra's slightly messy haircut. "Yes Mas came home first, there is service tonight," he said as he stood up and felt his bag
Bima is a Bintara in the police unit. Yes he is a police officer now on duty. Bintara is the backbone of the unity in the military that acts as a liaison between the Officer with Tammama or vice versa in terms of operations. Bintara also has the task to guide and head some number of Tamtama members the size of a squad led by a Sergeant.
"Yes, be careful" said Sandra smiling.
Bima pulled Sandra back into her arms. He was quite concerned about Sandra's situation. But he couldn't help much because he was just as difficult as Sandra. Although the salary is quite large but Bima is financing his sisters to college.
"Tomorrow came again. Don't be sad, you must be okay," said Bima.
"Again, thank you for always being there for me. I don't know how to repay Mas's kindness to me" Sandra's eyes re-glazed.
"Stttt, don't talk like that. This is my duty and responsibility. The storm must have passed" he exclaimed with a smile. "Yas Mas said yes" he said.
"Yes Mas" Sandra waved her hand and drove Bima to the door.
Sandra closed her mother's outpatient. The woman took a long breath. The cost of her treatment has not paid off while her mother has to do further checks to ascertain what actions need to be taken in dealing with the mother's illness.
The girl was weak again. He opened the brown envelope Bima gave him.
"At least this money is enough to teach Mother medicine," he murmured with a long sigh.
The woman again glanced at the mother who was still lying helplessly on top of the hospital cage. His hand rubbed his mother's head.
"I promise you, ma'am, I will find funding for your recovery. Promise me, to endure whatever happens," Sandra gave a brief kiss.
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