My Beloved Baby Sitter's

Eps. 86

Jason drove his car at a moderate pace, the road was not as crowded as this morning considering the day began at noon.

He did not say much, but occasionally looked at his wife warmly.

While Wulan is cool to enjoy the atmosphere of the streets of the capital.

Jason turned his wheel into a fairly quiet area.

Wulan doesn't know where exactly.

On the left and right of the road which is only made of cement castings there are many florists.

Wulan did not know much about the area in this city.

The woman only understood when she saw the sign that read funeral.

What'd Jason want to bring him here?

"Let's go down" Jason said as he opened the door for his wife.

Wulan was unaware since when Jason came down and was beside her to open the door.

The woman nodded then grabbed Jason's hand which helped him down.

There were many questions in Wulan's mind, who would he look up to? Who died?

But she chose to shut up and follow her husband.

Jason bought a bag full of flowers, holding Wulan's hand down a small path in the middle of the cemetery.

A road full of grass at foot-high.

"I want to get to know you to my family" said Jason answered all the questions in Wulan's mind.

The man smiled as he said that sentence, but his eyes could not lie. Spoons.

The sun rises almost above the crown. The heat was quite stinging to the skin, but the wind was blowing slowly blowing away Wulan's hair that was scattered.

Their steps came to a halt in front of the three neatly lined headstones.

The weeds began to grow on the dried up ground.

"This is my mama's grave, this one is my papa, and that's my brother," Jason said, pointing to the mounds.

"Mama, papa, know this Wulan, Jason's wife," said the man, crouching and stroking the name engraved on one of the gravestones.

"Beautiful moon, right ma? If you still have mom, you'll love Wulan." Further.

Wulan looked at the gravestone Jason was touching, then at the face of Jason whose lips were smiling but with teary eyes. Bemoan.

Wulan's heart felt like it was being squeezed so strongly at the sight, her hands stretched out tightly grasping her husband's hands.

A tight hand grip as if channeling strength.

Isn't that how love is? Strengthen each other when fragile.

"This is my brother, his name is Raymond. Rayyan's father" Jason explained as he shifted closer to the side of Raymond's headstone.

"Abang knowsin, this is Wulan's wife Jason. Now I'm married, not single anymore" Jason said in a trembling voice.

"Rayyan is very affectionate with Wulan you know bang, she is happy to have a new mother. Brother don't worry, we'll both continue to look after and raise Rayyan as best we can, Brother who is calm there huh." He continued with tears that suddenly escaped the corner of his eyes.

Wulan was dumbstruck, the tears that had been held in her eyes finally fell as well.

This was the other side of Jason that he had just seen, the man was not always as strong as Wulan thought. The man who is now her husband looks very fragile.

His sturdy shoulders bear the responsibility of feelings he was never able to share with others.

Wulan slowly stroked Jason's trembling back.

Her heart ached to see Jason so sad.

He would not be so pitiful when in front of the graves of his parents.

The loss of his brother was many times more painful than the loss of both parents.

Wulan was only able to close her lips tightly, many things she did not know, and certainly aroused curiosity in her heart.

But, this is not the right time. At least Wulan should wait a little longer.

Let Jason do what he feels relieved to do, let him rest until he calms down.

"Mas, we better pray for them, don't be too late in sadness yes, kasian them if you see your condition like this." Wulan said softly while continuing to pat her husband on the back.

Jason looked at his wife, nodded slowly then rubbed the remaining tears flowing down his cheek.

Fervently Jason and Wulan recited the prayer quietly.

Gifting beautiful sacred verses to the three people who lay in peace forever in that place.

Jason's feeling was much calmer and better than before.

They both plucked the weeds that grew without permission in the mound of soil that had dried.

Then water the flowers, and sprinkle the flowers that Jason had brought.

I don't know how long it took, finally the two pairs of legs stepped away from the cemetery area.

Jason was silent again as he played the wheel of his car.

His mind wandered off somewhere.

"Yes..." Call Wulan slowly.

"Hmm?" Jason turned his head, then his left hand stroked Wulan's hair gently down.

"I want to ask you something, okay?" Ask Wulan carefully.

"What's wrong?" Jason frowned, what Wulan was about to ask.

"Did Rayyan know about the real papa?" Wulan asked, and Jason shook his head.

"Why?" Wulan did not understand.

"She's too small, and all this time I'm all she's had. I don't want to make a kid as small as he's confused" Jason explained.

"What do you mean? Doesn't she have a mom? got you an Andini?" Wulan still did not understand Jason's reasoning.

'ckiiitt'

Suddenly Jason stopped his vehicle, pulled over the car they were riding in.

The man's face was suddenly gloomy, as close as a hanging cloud and ready to pour into rain.

"Andini wasn't called mother, she's the meanest woman I've ever known!" Firm jason with an inflamed heart.

"You know for yourself how the lady behaved to Rayyan? To his own son!" Jason sighed then dropped his head on the back of the car seat.

Wulan looked straight ahead, glaring at that moment, the day that for the first time she saw Rayyan so hurt by Andini's treatment.

But Wulan also did not understand, why Andini could be like that.

"Se... What really happened? If I could know?" Wulan asked slowly, she did not want to offend Jason let alone get hurt.

Jason lifted his face, looking straight at his wife's face.

"You want to know?" Ask.

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