Miss Yeti is No Ordinary PSK

Between Baby Shirt And Flower Brooch

A woman, who was not too old, but was also not young anymore, sat alone in a rocking chair, on the porch next to the small house, which Yati had visited, along with Grandpa.

Not far from the woman's seat, there was a small garden, which had its swings.

Said the waiter who takes care of the woman, usually the woman will play a swing, if she is playing with her child, the doll that is currently in her arms.

So, the woman sat on the rocking chair in a state of hugging her doll, who she thought was fast asleep.

Yati felt sad to see the state of his woman Grandfather, who was now in front of him. In fact, according to Yati herself, the woman is quite beautiful and white, although without any meaningful treatment, as long as she is here a state of depression.

There was a strange feeling that Yati felt as she gazed towards the woman's eyes. The feeling came, as the two of them, accidentally looked at each other and collided with an eye highlight that Yati herself could not interpret. Even though it was only a few seconds, because the woman immediately looked down and hugged her doll again.

"How's Kiara?" asked the Grandfather, who was beside Yati.

"Why didn't he see me, cake?" ask Yati to know. He did not answer the question from Grandfather, and instead threw the question himself.

"Yes, that's how it is."

The answer given by the Grandfather, made Yati turn her head quickly.

"Did Grandpa never attempt to give her treatment or take her to the spikiater?" ask Yati to know.

"I've brought a spikiater to this house several times. But he went on a rampage and did not want to speak anything, when the spikiater asked him," replied the Grandfather telling him, what he had done for the recovery of his woman.

That is why, he just put his people, to take good care and care, and still treat like a normal human being. No one can treat him badly. Therefore, he also installed some cctv, to monitor the condition and situation in this house.

Yati let out a long sigh, then tried to approach the woman.

"Mom," said Yati, with all her uncertain feelings.

The woman did not respond to Yati's greeting. He actually further tightened his embrace on the doll, which was in his lap. Maybe he thought if, Yati would snatch the child who was in his arms.

Yati closed her eyes, to neutralize her own facial features and feelings.

Slowly, Yati took out something from inside her bag. And it turned out to be a small shirt and of course, it was a baby shirt, which she used to wear at the time Minah found herself.

The baby clothes were also attached with Flower Brooch, with the exact same position and location, as Mbok Minah told Yati at that time.

The Grandfather looked at it all with eyes of disbelief, if he would have seen the same baby clothes, with the baby clothes he had handed over to his bodyguards decades ago. And the Grandfather became increasingly convinced that, the girl before him at this moment was the son of his woman, the result of his affair with the man, his own bodyguard.

'Then why did he tell Ginting that he was of noble descent, who no longer followed the traditions of his extended family, and went abroad, long before Yati was born.'

The Grandfather wondered why all this was done by Yati, to his granddaughter.

'And the report given by Andre, why the same as Ginting told me? What's with all of them? Is this a conspiracy against me?'

Question after question, it appeared in Grandfather's heart. He had no idea what was really happening to the people around him at this time.

"Mom. Do you remember this baby shirt?"

Yati is trying to recall, the woman's memories, to her past. Perhaps, by looking at the baby clothes and the Flower Brooch, Grandpa's woman, will remember some things, which may still be in her brain memory, even though Yati does not feel sure, if that effort can work.

The woman seemed to catch a glimpse of Yati, then switched on the baby clothes, which were being held by Yati. But as it turned out, the woman looked back down and hugged her son, the doll, tightly.

Yati, almost desperate, folded back the baby's shirt, as Grandpa's woman looked up her head again.

"Infant... Baby..."

Only one word was said by the woman. He did not continue with the other words.

"Yes, this is baby clothes. Do you remember anything?" tanya Yati, trying to help and recall the memories of the baby clothes.

"Infant... Baby...my baby... huhuhu...!"

The woman repeated the word baby, and lastly, she cried and thrashed herself, hugging the doll, even tighter, though no one seized her doll.

The woman continued to cry and thrashed herself, then ran into the house.

"Baby..my baby! Where's my baby?"

From inside the house, there was a cry from Grandpa's woman, who was looking for the whereabouts of her baby. She kept screaming for the baby.

"My baby, give me back my baby!"

Yati turned her head towards the Grandfather, who remained silent in his place. Perhaps, the Grandfather felt guilty, for his actions on his woman.

From the look on Grandfather's face, Yati saw a regret. Although Yati also did not know, what kind of regret the Grandfather felt for now.

"Look. Does Kiara have to try again?" ask Yati, to Grandpa.

After a few minutes, the Grandfather answered the question that Yati had asked him. But it's not an answer, but a question as well. "What do you think, when you see and know what it is?"

"I mean Grandpa, can Kiara deduce that?" asked Yati, affirming the question from Grandfather.

Nodding his head, the Grandfather did not need to answer a question from Yati. He asks Yati, in order to judge for herself, what really happened to her. Which is most likely the mother of Yati herself.

"My baby! Where's my baby?"

Suddenly, the woman appeared from inside the house, and attacked the Grandfather. With the doll he was holding.

"Ouch!" shouted the Grandfather, who felt pain in his head.

The doll, about Grandpa's head. Although it was not too loud, of course, it made Grandpa feel surprised, and reflexively pitted, at the moment the doll hit his head.

"Infant. Where's my baby?"

The woman continued to scream, asking the whereabouts of the baby, at Grandpa.

"You remember? this baby suit, this Flower Brooch too?"

The Grandpa asked for the baby clothes in Yati's hands, for her to show her.

Two servants and the housekeeper, trying to calm the woman down, were prevented by the Grandfather.

"Let her. Let him remember everything again."

The woman immediately grabbed the baby clothes, which were in Grandpa's hands. She kissed the baby's shirt many times, saying, "baby, baby where?"

Grandpa, let that woman do whatever she wants.

After smugly kissing the baby clothes, the woman turned her attention and attention towards the Grandfather, with a sharp look in her eyes.

"Say, where's my baby?" said the woman asked. He seemed to care again, with what he would get, if it was rude to Grandpa.

But Grandpa was silent, and said nothing about the baby and all the questions asked by his woman.

"Bros. This Flower Brooch... Brooch, You!"

The woman began to notice the baby clothes that were now in her hands. He also noticed the Flower Brooch, which was on the baby's shirt.

"Bros. Ye... Andre, Andre!"

The Grandfather frowned, hearing a shout from his woman, who was calling out Andre's name.

Yati also looked in bewilderment, between the Grandpa and the woman, who was currently suddenly knocked unconscious, after shouting Andre's name.

I don't know who the woman meant, with the name Andre, when she saw the Flower Brooch on the baby's shirt.