Mother is Not a Night Woman

Big house

Set them up in a magnificent building that for Via is more worthy of being called a palace. A man then opened the car door, so Via immediately got off the luxury car.

He circulated his gaze at every corner of the building in front of him that looked tightly guarded. There were many men in black uniforms standing in various corners.

How I escaped from here. Every corner of the house is even guarded tightly.

"Let's go in!" bring Mr. Gunawan.

"Tu-Tuan.. Whose house is this?" asked Via stammered as he followed in the footsteps of Mr. Gunawan who was about to enter his house.

"This is my house, come on in."

Via still looked frightened, his joints were limp, imagining what would happen to him. His mind guessed, if not the mafia, Mr. Gunawan must be an important person in this country.

Entering the house, Via again gasped. How beautiful and beautiful the house is. Each section is very interesting. Several maidservants were seen welcoming the arrival of her master. Then why did Mr Gunawan bring Via to the house?

"Come with me!" said Mr. Gunawan stepped into a room, making the entire body of Via feel bristled. Clear liquid began to bathe his eyeballs.

Feeling no other choice, Via approached, then knelt under the middle-aged man's feet. Sobs began to sound echoing.

"Master forgive me! I don't want to be a comfort woman. Please let me go, sir... I will pay the money you have spent to set me free today. But please, let me go."

Again the man grinned mysteriously. "Regend! And come with me to the room."

A young woman wearing a black and white uniform opened the door of a room, letting her master in. However, Via was still in a kneeling position on the floor, with tears streaming down, so a personal assistant Tun Gunawan approached him.

"Miss, sir asked you to go into that room, so go in there," he said.

Wiping away tears, Via ventured to get up, then entered the room. Now, he can only rely on the Power.

Via froze in the doorway. His gaze swept over a large and luxurious room. In the corner, Mr. Gunawan sits in a single chair. It wasn't Mr. Gunawan who got him riveted. But a middle-aged woman was sitting in a wheelchair. Slowly, Via stepped foot into the room.

"Sit down" Mr. Gunawan pointed to the chair in front of him. But his gaze could not be separated from the middle-aged woman who was sitting weakly in a wheelchair. A moment later, he turned his eyes to Via.

"This is my wife, a few years ago, she was depressed because of a sad incident that happened in our family" Mr. Gunawan said. "Can you help me take care of her? I'll give you more money and meet all your needs if you want."

Via froze, whether he had to answer what, but he felt very relieved because the man only asked him to take care of a woman who was sick. All his bad thoughts floated.

In a state of confusion, Via asked again. "Just take care of her, sir? Does that mean I have to stay here?"

"No ... You don't have to stay here. Come every day if you have free time, you just have to accompany him and talk to him. I hired a lot of nurses to look after her, but my wife didn't like them very much. After seeing you, I'm sure he'll like you."

"But what if the mistress doesn't like me either."

"He'll definitely like you. Our daughter-in-law Shera, very close to her, may be almost the same age as you. But baby, he's not here anymore."

"When can I start, sir?"

"As far as you are. Tomorrow too can. I trust my wife to you." The man glanced at the clockwork direction on his wrist, time had already indicated eleven o'clock at night. "It's late, go home! The driver will drive you."

How relieved Via was, what he feared turned out to be just his bad thoughts. Mr. Gunawan turned out to be a very good man.

After saying goodbye, he came home with a driver.

After Via's departure, Mr. Gunawan entered his study. Shortly after, Surya, a 30-year-old man who was his personal assistant, entered the room with a cup of warm tea.

"Mr ... Are you sure you want the girl to take care of the madam? Wouldn't we be able to hire a professional nurse if the one taking care of the mistress was still lacking?" ask Surya.

Mr. Gunawan took a deep breath, then smiled faintly. "That's it. . from the first time I saw her, I really liked that girl. Especially today, when I saw him taking care of a little boy in an orphanage with great affection. I can see the sincerity of his attitude."

"But can the girl be trusted?"

"I'm curious to know too." Mr. Gunawan then sipped a warm tea brought by the assistant. "Let's see, I'm very interested in that girl. There aren't many girls like her who are willing to sacrifice so much for a child who doesn't even have a blood relationship with her."

"Yes, I hope she is a good girl" said Surya. "It's late at night, sir. You better get some rest."

"Did the hero never come home?"

"No, Mister. It seems like he is now living in his new home. I haven't seen him in a few days."

Mr. Gunawan leaned his back on the chair while taking a deep breath. Thinking of his only son who recently became a drunkard.

"Leave it ... She must have been depressed after everything that happened to her. Losing her child must have hurt her a lot."

"Good, Sir. Do you still need anything?"

"No, rest."

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The night was getting late when Via performed his night worship. This is what he does every night. Praying and praying to the Creator will come a miracle. The tears that accompany each prostration as if it will not be enough to represent the regret of having plunged into the dark night world.

Man must surrender and believe that nothing happens without a reason. The reason is, Via tries to be sincere and patient in undergoing.

After performing the service, he approached a little girl who was asleep with a pale face. He kissed the toddler's forehead carefully so as not to wake her up.

"Lyla Darling ... Forgive the mistake of the mother who took a shortcut to finance Lyla. But, the mother promised, after this will find halal money for Lyla to seek treatment. Mother loves Lyla so much that she forgets to surrender."

He grabbed Lyla's little fingers and kissed the back of her hand. It feels like nothing hurts more than seeing her child lying weak as it is now, even though Lyla is not a child born from her womb.

Suddenly, he again remembered the doctor's message, that Lyla can be helped by a spinal cord transplant from her family donor.

"Where should I find Lyla's family? Why are they so willing to throw it away?" That question had been on Via's mind all along.

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