Marrying a Mysterious Man

Makes you Happy

After waking up, Jackson fell asleep. And right in the middle of the night, the weakly lying man regained his senses.

Jackson opened his eyes slowly, then turned his head to the right side, looking at the old man sitting asleep on a chair nearby.

“Dad,” he said very slowly.

“A-Dad,” called him again, grimacing in pain as he was about to move his hand.

Baker was still asleep with his sleeping position sitting. There was no one there, except for Jackson and Baker.

Jackson kept trying with all his might to reach his father's hand. He continued to move his steps slowly, until at last. His hands drooped and fell touching Baker's thighs.

Baker immediately blinked awake as he felt a touch on his body. He looked at Jackson, who was smiling.

“Jackson! You're awake, son?” baker asked her to bring her body closer.

Jackson nodded slowly. Still with a smile emanating on his pale face.

“A-Dad, am I in the hospital?” jackson asked, Baker said.

Jackson was sniffed, and Baker offered him a drink, but Jackson refused, and was offered something else and Jackson still did not answer.

It's very quiet. Jackson looked back at his father's body. However, something caught Jackson's attention.

“A-Dad, ji-jidat Dad why bruise like that?” jackson asked with a voice that sounded raucous.

Baker immediately felt the eel that might still cause bruises due to his fight at that time with the criminals.

“Oh i-this, it's nothing, Dad just tripped and Daddy's head hit the pole.”

Jackson knitted his eyebrows together. “Really?”

“Hm, you don't have to worry about this wound. Dad is fine.”

“Does it hurt, Dad?” the question is, like a child who asks the pain of parents.

Baker was silent, so he remembered Jackson's childhood. Where if he after action with members of his mafia, it is not uncommon for Baker to go home with bruises or cuts on his body. And since long ago, every time he hurt Jackson will definitely ask the same thing ‘does his wound hurt, Ayah’ ‘Daddy is okay’ ‘Dad don't get sick, I love Daddy’.

Baker could only smile bitterly as he recalled those questions in Jackson's childhood. And this time it's the same. He could only nod, holding tightness in his chest. It is also impossible that Baker said that he currently has an incision wound due to a knife in his stomach.

“No, this does not hurt,” replied Baker smiling.

The situation is back in silence.

While silent daydreaming, Jackson's mind seemed to be working hard to restore the memory that occurred before his accident. And various kinds of shadows like a round of film, clearly drawn in his eyes. Where, he remembers from himself who was chatting with Akash, giving gifts to Kalala, then driving Akash home, until the shadow when he was in the water and the shooting happened, and then he was, everything was now clearly drawn, reminding him of everything, including with his mother.

Suddenly, her tears came back. Making Baker see her a little freaked out.

“Jackson, why are you, son? Why crying? Do you feel pain in your body?” ask Baker to worry.

Jackson nodded, looking at his old father's face.

“In which part hurts? Here, let me see,” said Baker.

Jackson slowly raised his hand, sliding it into the middle of his chest.

“Here, Father,” he replied as he returned to shed tears from both corners of his eyes.

“What does your chest hurt?”

Head shakes. “My heart hurts, Dad. Ha-hatiku hurts to remember i-mom,” he said stammering, holding tightness and heartache in the chest.

Baker understood. He realized that his son's memory had recovered.

“Where's mom, Dad? Why don't you take care of me here?” ask her with her voice that sounds hoarse and heavy.

Hearing the question, Baker could only be silent, his heart rumbled violently as he remembered the bastard woman who had harmed his son. Baker was still so emotional if his mind went back to remembering Asten. Even now Baker is still not satisfied, because Asten should be sentenced to death only, not let him live in prison.

Baker took a long breath. His eyes looked slightly reddened, even his jaw hardened, as he was trying to fight the emotions in his chest.

“Already, forget that woman! She's not your mother anymore!” baker replied firmly, then passed leaving Jackson just like that in the room alone.

Baker was sitting limp, on a waiting chair outside the room. The state of the time was very quiet, in the hallway there was only himself, while bowing his body and moaning to hold back the cries and upset in the chest.

“Yes God, why my son's life should be like this, God. Truly, he is innocent of God, do not let my youngest child suffer. If indeed this is karma from my past actions, please God, just punish me, not my children,” he groaned in his sobs and cries.

A woman was seen walking alone in the middle of the hallway, her steps halted when she saw the grieving Baker wipe away her tears in the chair there.

Kalala sighed, also saddened by the current state of Mr. Baker's family. Kalala has just returned from Shira's new home in downtown Singapore. He was seen carrying a large bag and a blanket in his hand.

“Master,” call Kalala.

Baker who was looking down while crying, immediately fell silent for a moment and hurriedly wiped his tears using both backs of his hands, not to leave a circle of eyes on his cheeks.

Then after that he looked up, looking at Kalala who was standing in front of him.

“Rest, Sir. Mr. Jackson let me take care,” said Kalala full of gentleness while throwing a smile.

Baker was silent, and he looked at the blanket and bag that Kalala had brought.

“Here there is a food specially made by lady Tessa, as well as a change of clothes for Master, and this is a blanket so that the Master does not get cold.” Kalala.

Baker who still looked sad, he could only nod speechlessly. Then slowly his hand grabbed all the items given by Kalala, he stood firmly in front of the tiny woman.

“Alright, I tipped Jackson first. He's realized, if you want, you can get him to talk,” Baker said.

Kalala looked surprised. “Really? Uh, ma-I mean, all right, sir. S-I will accompany Mr. Jackson first,” said Kalala was so enthusiastic, because since that time when Jackson had realized, until now Kalala had not had time to see him again.

Kalala was saying goodbye and went into the room to meet Jackson who was lying alone while daydreaming something, even until Kalala entered Jackson did not realize it.

“Mr Jackson,” call Kalala slowly, with a big smile looking at Jackson who is conscious.

Jackson turned his head, looking at the woman who was already standing next to him while developing her beautiful smile that was as sweet as pomegranate.

“Kalala,” reply Jackson smile.

“Thank God you're finally conscious. A-me and Edwin from the beginning always waiting for you to wake up,” said Kalala was very happy.

Jackson smiled at it. “Do you and Edwin always take care of me here?” jackson asked, Kalala nodded in embarrassment.

“Thank you yes, Kalala.”

“No! Don't thank me!” Kalala immediately held Jackson's arm in reflex. “Sorry, I shouldn't have told you this. I-I'm supposed to apologize and thank you, 'cause I .. k-you're like this, Jackson. I-I'm really sorry, Jackson,” said Kalala so sorry, even the look on her face that was smiling cheerfully suddenly turned mellow and cloudy.

Jackson just smiled, feeling anxious to see the sad face of Kalala but still look cute.

“It's okay, I'll be even more sorry if you're the one who got hurt. It's not your fault, I just want to protect you from my mom. And I should be the one apologizing, because it was my mother you were all in danger,” Jackson said.

Kalala could not deny anymore, she could only nod silently speechless.

While silent to each other, Kalala realized, if her hands were still resting in Jackson's hands, then she immediately kept him away and apologized again, while blushing shame, feeling bad.

Again and again, Jackson could only smile at the woman's behavior. Then, his eyes were now suddenly focused on a beautiful jewelry attached to Kalala's wrist.

He smiled happily when he saw Kalala wearing her bracelet. “The leopard is indeed suitable for you,” said Jackson suddenly.

Kalala immediately fell silent, then frowned for a moment because she did not understand, but after digesting the words, Kalala finally realized what Jackson was discussing at this time.

“Why are you wearing it?” jackson looked at Kalala's eyes with a very deep look.

Kalala was nervous. He scratched his head in embarrassment. “Ah i-this is yes, I-I wore it because that time you told me to. I-I just feel uncomfortable if you ask for it but I don't do it.”.

“Then, now you can let go. You don't have to feel bad for me. If you don't like it you don't have to wear it, Kalala,” Jackson replied.

Kalala was wrong. “T-no, that's not what I mean, I-I really like it anyway. I want to wear it ka-because there is a leopard, hehe,” he replied unkindly, afraid Jackson was wrong for his words earlier. "Look, pretty, right?" ask Kalala.

"Pretty."

Jackson breathed. Then linking his eyebrows together, still unsure of Kalala's words just now. "But, really, do you like it?” jackson asked convincingly.

Kalala nodded slowly. “Do you doubt me? After all you have given this to me ‘kan, so it is up to me dong want to wear it or not,” Kalala replied with full confidence.

Jackson turned the corner of his lips. “All right is up to you, I just feel good that you're wearing it.”

Meanwhile, behind the door window, Baker had not yet lifted his foot from his place. The man was still staring into the room through the small glass in the middle of the entrance. He looked at Jackson and Kalala who were chatting and joking together. Even Baker came to smile when he saw his son smiling cheerfully.

“Dad won't stay silent, Jackson. I will do everything I can to make you happy,” he said with confidence. “And now, Dad knows, with whom you can be happy.”

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Seriate....

Well, what would Mr Baker do for Jakson?