Mommy's? I'Am!!

Mommy's? I'Am!!
Chapter 32's



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"You and I are united by a destiny long bound. Maybe you forgot the red thread you tied to me yourself. But I never forgot it."


~Dea Amelia Wijayanto~


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The thirteen-year-old boy combed the streets in his alley. Not far from her standing, her two hearing senses could catch the sound of crying. He ran over to the eight-year-old girl.


The beautiful girl in a white dress with lace on the end looked like she was crying. He was crying because he fell from a mango tree.


"What's the matter why you're crying?" Ask the boy to bend his legs to equalize his height and the little girl.


The little boy looked up at the cute face of the man who was looking worried.


"My leg's hurt, brother, and I can't save that little cat." Point it at the knee of his injured leg and also at the branch of the tree.


Up there was a cat that looked scared. It can go up but it cannot go down. At first the little girl just wanted to see a mango tree that was fruiting. But seeing a frightened kitten wanted to come down. He felt sorry and wanted to help.


But his good intentions did not bear good fruit, he even slipped when going to climb up to the kneecap his legs blistering blood. The man sitting on the High School bench smiled at how adorable the little girl was.


"Sister will help him first and then drive you home." Her speech.


He climbed a tree that was not too tall. The two clear round eyes of the little girl looked amazed at the man who was six years old from her. He smiled broadly as the man's hand reached for the poor cat's body. He even forgot the pain from his injured leg when he saw the boy bring the cat down.


"Well! Great sister. Thank you for helping this cute cat." He received a cat greeting from the man named Lucas Sandoror.


"Sama-sama sweet sister. Oh yea! What's your name, hem!" asked Lucas who looked increasingly anxious to see the little girl stroking the gray little cat's head.


"Deans. My name is Dea Amelia Wijayanto, whose sister's name is she?" ask Dea to Lucas.


"Please. Waitaminute! What was your name?" repeat Lucas who feels familiar with the name of the sweet girl in front of him.


"Dea!" answer's short.


"You're Aunt Jenni's son?"" lucas asked, hesitating.


"Yes, but how did you know my Mama's name?" Dea asked curiously at once stopping the pace of her elusan on the little cat's head.


"Your mom and my mom are looking for you. Let's go home quickly !" Lucas told Dea.


"So Aunt Santi's son's sister?" It was Dea's turn to ask.


Lucas nodded, the cute man was relieved. His mother and the little girl's mother were in the fog looking for him. Lucas, who had just arrived home, immediately helped find him.


He heard from the mother that Dea was a girl who was quite hyperactive so often uncontrolled. Although he did not know the face of Dea, he only relied on the color of the dress called by the Mother. Lucas only realized that the dress that the girl in front of him was wearing a white dress.


"But how is this cat?" Ask Dea to Lucas.


"ah! The cat belongs to my neighbor. So relax, I'll give it to you. Let's just take it home first." Lucas.


Dea nodded her head in agreement. But when Lucas was about to step on his foot Dea grimaced in pain.


"What's wrong?" Lucas looked back at Dea.


"My feet hurt." Answer Dea spoiled.


Lucas smiled amusedly at Dea's behavior. He crouched in front of Dea.


"Well on my back, your legs must still hurt, right?"


Dea happily climbed onto Lucas' back. His two hands on the necklace right to Lucas' neck while still holding the little cat. And his legs are slit to Lucas' waist.


Lucas immediately stepped away from where he was.


"Sister!" call Dea.


"Yes, what's wrong?" Ask Luca slowly.


"Why does Big Brother look so cool?" asked Dea who made a red hue across Lucas' two cheeks.


Dea was the first girl to say that to him. Because usually women will say she is cute. And Lucas hates that.


"Be.. Really true?" ask Lucas who's a little groggy.


"Yes." Yeah." Answer Dea steady.


Dea was only eight years old. But because he was tall, he looked eleven years old. Her hair was long, her eyes round, her lips red and her nose pointed. He looks like a walking doll. Very beautiful as her mother in youth.


Wijayanto's descendants were born perfect. Like his Uncle Budi Wijayanto who was born so handsome like an ancient Greek god. But his eyes were so firm and terrifying. Makes many opponents not warty just one look at him. And Jenni Wijayanto, his mother, can no longer say beauty like a doll.


When young, the two children of the Wijayanto family were always the stars wherever they were. No one can resist the charm of her beauty and good looks. Until her beauty declined in Dea and also Mutia of course.


"If I grow up, will you marry me? I'm gonna grow up to be a very pretty girl. And I'll make sure I'm Lucas' sister's wife!" dea said with no idea of shame.


"Wouldn't you want to marry me someday?" Ask innocently.


Not yet Lucas answered the voice of two beautiful women running to approach him with a panicked face.


"Dee!!" Excite to both.


Lucas lowers Dea slowly with the help of Santi and Jenni.


"Why are you getting hurt?" Jenni asked frantically seeing the princess's knee bleed.


"He was hurt because he wanted to climb a tree to help the cat he was carrying was Auntie!" Answer Lucas.


"Geez, Dea you're so kind-hearted like your mother was when she was young." Santi was amazed to see Dea.


But little Dea's face looked sad. It makes Santi and Jenni wonder.


"What's the matter honey why are you so sad? Does the wound still hurt?" Ask her daughter.


Dea nodded her head. Lucas and Santi just stared at Dea with different facial expressions.


"Then why?" Now Gilira Santi asked his best friend's son.


"I asked Brother Lucas to marry me when I grow up but it seems Brother Lucas doesn't want me, Auntie!"" Dea's words made the two adult women speechless.


Lucas looked at Dea with a red face. He knew what Dea meant. It's different with Dea, isn't it?  Lucas knew that Dea would grow up to be a beautiful girl someday. Even Lucas would bet Dea would grow up to be a very pretty girl.


The two adult women laughed back and forth at Dea's words. While Dea put on a sour face and pouted. Lucas nodded his head looking at the two grown women.


"God! So that's why Dea feels sad?" Santi asked after controlling her laughter.


"Why would Dea marry Lucas' brother?" Now it is the mother's turn to ask after being able to control her laughter.


"Sister Lucas is cool, Dea will feel safe if Brother Lucas is with Dea. Because Lucas' brother is a Dea hero. Dea wanted to have a husband who would always protect Dea later. Because Dea doesn't have Papa protecting Dea. So Dea wants Lucas' brother to protect Dea!" Dea answered so honestly.


Jenni was struck with an answer from the princess. While Santi looked at Iba towards Dea. Lucas just grinned in surprise staring at Dea.


"okay!! Then Auntie promised to make Brother Lucas Dea's husband. Whatever happens Lucas will just be Dea's husband!" Santi's promise to Dea.


Jenni looked at Santi with two teary eyes. He was moved by what his friend promised the princess.


"Sister Lucas will be your husband later so don't be sad." Now it was Lucas' turn to speak up.


Dea developed her smile so wide. He dragged his feet closer to Lucas.


"Promise !" Dea thrusts her little finger at Lucas.


"Yes, promise!" Lucas hooked his little finger on Dea.


Santi and Jenni smiled. Jenni wiped her tears and smiled at how cute her son and the Son of her Friend were.


The two round eyes opened slowly. He rubbed the water that was attached to both corners of his eyes. He dreamed the same thing again. Dea doesn't know if it's her old memory or just a weird dream.


"Are you aware of Dea?" The wet hoarse voice made Dea's daydream crumble.


"Where am I, brother?" Dea asked Chandra who had been standing on the Hospital bed.


"Today we are in the Jakarta Hospital where Lucas was treated as well." Chandra answered and sat down on the bench next to the bed.


"Where's the Star, Brother?" Dea asked with a panicked face.


"Just calm down, the stars are with my secretary. I didn't tell anyone where you were. And I want to give you and Lucas one last chance. If your heart still can't accept Lucas after seeing his presence then I won't get in the way if you want a divorce." Chandra.


Dea was silent at Chandra's words. I don't know why his heart is still not ready to part with Lucas. He loved Lucas deeply.


"What about my baby is she okay?" Ask Dea slowly.


"Yes, he's fine. The doctor said she was a strong fetus." Chandra.


Dea let out a sigh of fatigue, he tried as hard as he could to stay afloat. For the stars and the fetus she conceived.


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"Talk to Lucas, I hope he'll open his eyes when he hears your voice." Chandra stood beside Dea.


They both entered Lucas' house at curfew. Where the two Lucas' parents were asked to go home by Chandra. On the grounds that he'll look after her for the night. His parents agreed that Chandra had been forced to do so for various reasons.


There is no answer from Dea's lips. Chandra came out of Lucas's room. Dea stepped closer towards the bed. He grabbed Lucas' wrist.


"If you're the one who betrayed me, why am I the one who was punished? You should have been the one in the law, brother. Why should I feel the punishment for seeing you like this?" dea said in a voice deep into the throat because she was going to cry.


"I'm stupid! I should be happy to see you like this. But why does it feel so painful, brother?" Said Dra again.


He was crying loudly in Lucas' field chest. His heartache was unbearable. Seeing Lucas lying with a heartbeat device and an infusion tube made Dea's heart crumble. Staring at that tyrannical and pale face made it seem as if the air was thinning nearby.


SREAK !


"Dea!" Exclaim a voice when the door of the nursery room is sliding.


Dea instantly froze when she heard his name mentioned. He knows whose voice it is. Dea slowly straightened her head staring at the face of the person standing at the entrance doorway.