Marsha, Between Love and Revenge

Trying to end

Hospital in Singapore.

An elderly man named patient Valent Xavier has just been discharged from the hospital after several days he was treated for a heart attack which resulted in him being too enthusiastic to meet his grandson.

"How's my grandson doing?" he asked the secretary who pushed his wheelchair.

"He's fine sir. You should not think about it, your health is more important, because if you are not healthy, you will not be able to do a DNA test. You've never met your granddaughter at all, so I think there will be a lot of hurdles for you to meet her. Moreover, your besan is very slippery like an eel."

"From your words I'm sure the engagement was fucked up."

"It's still not too late sir, it's just that we have to run plan B, because plan A we've failed." He lifted his boss' body into the car, "but once you've been completely healthy. Then we will carry out the plan."

"Ck, the older I get, you like to manage me as well as your heart." Valent Xavier saw the streets of Singapore, his car began to drive towards the hotel where he was staying.

"All for the good of you and your grandchildren sir, you'll get custody of your grandchildren."

"He's not a minor, once we can do that DNA test, he'll decide for himself, who will come? I don't want to argue with my ex, either," Valent Xavier said, looking ahead "where do you think I and my ex are?"

The secretary held back a laugh, wanting to feel like she had shaved off the slippery head of her boss who only lived a few black strands.

* * *

Marsha's hand trembled looking at the line two on the thin blue-white object, this was already the tenth tool she tried with different brands, from cheap, to the most expensive, to the most expensive, the result remains the same.

It's like a nightmare for her, where an innocent little angel grows in her belly. Marsha could no longer hold back her tears, after one week of continuing to remove her entrails every morning, she finally ventured to try the test kit.

He wanted to scream as loud as possible, spitting out all the burdens that plagued his life. Soon Marsha might pick up objects strewn across the floor of her office bathroom. Outside it looks dark, some of his work has been home, including Melati who he has told to go home early. Marsha's current destination is a luxury bar in the PIK area.

Marsha drove her four-wheeled vehicle as fast as possible, with clear circles continuing to flow from her eye sockets. Marsha's mind is so chaotic right now, she wants to end all, including some of Zidan who is now living in her.

"I can't make it Zidan's life, I hate you, I won't be able to see his face." Marsha kept speeding by crying.

I don't know how many glasses he downed Martel Cordon Blue, sitting alone in the vip room he ordered specifically. He does not like the company of others if it is sad like this, in half the consciousness of his soul that floated, Marsha still had time to remember the fate of the fetus that was in her heart, as great as guilt fiddled with the heart of Marsha, Marsha, but it did not stop him from re-drinking the remaining drink in his bottle, hoping that he did not live in him, along with the disappearance of Zidan in his life.

"I'm sorry dear mom, but I can't accept you." Lirih Marsha looked at her flat stomach.

Outside, since Marsha's arrival a narrow-eyed man keeps looking at the vip door that Marsha enters, he keeps an eye on when Marsha comes out or maybe a friend of Marsha joins in, but since then no one has approached.

The man scratched his head, curiosity made him ask directly as if the barista was on guard, he was afraid that the woman he saw was not Marsha, because as far as it was, he was afraid, Marsha has never been to a bar or come to a nightlife or anything like that.

"May I know who's in that room?" ask by pushing a few bucks on that long bar table.

The barista who was a woman squinted her eyes. "He's very private, sorry." he refused to push back the man's hand.

"I was his upperclassman, and I couldn't have committed a crime against him."

"Everyone if curious will make a lot of excuses" he said "if you can pawn your weapons I can just tell you that" he continued arrogantly not afraid at all, if anything happens to her, Marsha will definitely back it up.

The narrow-eyed man chuckled, he puffed up his cheeks moving his tongue inside, brainwinding in order to get the information he wanted, his curiosity very high. The last option, he then took out his business card, giving it to the barista.

The barista looked at the business card the man showed, then looked at the man's face, and his business card alternately. It turned out that the man was the brother of the owner of the bar where he worked, he let out a sigh.

"Call your brother, I can't break the rules that have been made, if he allows, I'll tell him."

Now it was the man's turn to sigh, "despite my brother's great craze, you're quite stubborn apparently." Then he put the cheek object to his ear, after the call was connected, he pressed the spekaer button so that the sexy woman in front of him could hear. And after getting permission, finally the barista justifies if the inside is Marsha Mahardika, the grandson of the conglomerate of business owners who spread almost throughout the country.

"Make sure you don't touch her one bit, because your family's possessions aren't worth it."

"You're pretty brash as it turns out," she moved her body pretending to be scared, "and I'm afraid of your threats." Then he laughed leaving the barista who was staring at him sharply towards the space where Marsha was.

The man pressed the spare card given by the barista to enter Marsha's room, and he was astonished by what he saw.

* * *

Elsewhere.

Already a few days Zidan did not do any activities, he just followed the wishes of his mother accompany Misya shopping, or go to a place that Misya wants. Zidan will search for Misya's rot, and uncover the lies he suspected were perpetrated by his grandfather and mother, after he gets a lot of evidence, he will re-assure Marsha and her family.

But now Zidan is only following the wishes of his mother and grandfather, he is very sure if Marsha is currently pregnant with his baby, he will keep Marsha from the plans and threats of his family, he said, if he keeps an eye on Marsha.

"Zidan, thank you for being with me all day" said Misya when she reached her home. And Zidan simply replied with a mutter. "I don't feel good about being paid a lot like Aunt Naima."

Zidan did not answer, he wanted to leave quickly, because it was so curious, what had Marsha contacted him since.