My Beloved Baby Sitter's

Eps. 92

Night crept up, the moon and stars adorned the darkening sky.

The sound of the night beast was as simple as the melody between the solitude.

Bianca, the girl was crying while hugging her own body.

Her clothes were so shabby, with slow and slight steps dragging her bare feet barefooted the girl towards her car.

Leaving Ibram unconscious after all this.

Bianca was so disgusted and disgusted at the man, the man who had already destroyed her self-esteem and future.

'blamm' the sound of a car door he's covering violently.

Once again the girl wept bitterly, bowing her face resting on her hands on the wheel.

Both hands clenched, hitting the steering wheel and dashboard of his car, any direction.

His heart was filled with pain, disappointment and anger due to the depraved deeds he had just received from Ibram.

What was his fault with that man, that he should accept all this?

His hand continued to hit until it left a wound on some of his fingers.

But Bianca did not care, the pain in her hands was not worth her current suffering.

With the rest of the power at hand, the girl wiped away the remains of her tears.

Drive the car at high speed to get back to his apartment.

Want to get as far away from the cursed place as possible.

Even to look at Bianca is really not Sudi.

The girl swore, this was the last time she saw Ibram.

A disgusting depraved man he'll never see again.

Although the wheel of fate will force him to meet again, but during that time he will try to avoid.

That determination and vengeance was the only last strength Bianca had in her heart.

***

Jason kissed the wife's forehead, still moist by sweat.

The woman pressed her body against the husband's body.

Their innocent bodies were only wrapped in white blankets.

The hotel bed, which was originally decorated with millions of rose petals, has been a witness to the struggle and relationship of two human children who want each other.

Which for more than a week long held the desire that felt had peaked to the crown.

Even when their bodies were clearly weary due to the length of the grand reception that had just taken place a few hours earlier.

But all the fatigue was gone was replaced by something rustling when they were finally just two accompanied by bubbling gells in the chest. Without leakage, without a child hugging Wulan every night, and without other silly things.

"You tired?" Jason asked as he stuck his chin to Wulan's head in his arms.

"Hmm" wulan nodded.

"Yes, now that we're sleeping, yeah" Jason pulled a blanket over his wife's body.

Feeling a soothing heartbeat, a heartbeat that begins to stretch after previously racing and hunting unpretentiously with their roaring and stinging breaths.

Wulan smiled embarrassedly to herself considering everything she had just experienced.

Undeniably, the pain is still very pronounced at the bottom. But a magical taste he had never imagined before, a sense of drifting, his head felt light and strange, his stomach was always rippling funny, and the amused sense of what his name was made him want to feel it again.

Again Wulan smiled while trying to close her eyes, this time her body was completely exhausted and achy, different aches of course.

Once again Jason landed a kiss on the crown of his wife's head before finally closing his eyes with a satisfied thirst.

Meanwhile...

Everyone had returned home after the reception was over.

Only Jason and Wulan stayed at the hotel, lucky Rayyan did not insist on staying with her 'father and the bunch'.

Bi Irah promises many things so that the child complies to come home, brown ice cream one big box full, the latest robot rangers and dinosaur clothes with a smiling T-rex (yes, it's hard. Emang the Rayyan).

Tiredness really hit the whole house.

But it was all worth the happiness of the host's wedding reception that was so lively and running smoothly.

Everyone was happy, they were asleep with an expanding smile ushering in a beautiful dream that night.

Except one guy...

Its body had stiffened, with bulging eyes staring upwards.

The foam that came out of his mouth was turning blue.

Even the remains of a puddle of tears still imprint on both of his sunken cheeks.

Andini has chosen to go her way, bringing all the wounds, suffering, love and even the mounting heart-breaking decisions that stifle her chest cavity.

The chest cavity that is now no longer filled with air, the chest that no longer beats because the heart is stopped by force by drugs that are drifted beyond the usual dose.

The woman chooses to bury her unrequited love, burying that love with her.

Leaving the child born from her womb, the child who faithfully loved her, though repeatedly Andini continued to chase her away and hurt her with harsh words.

If time can turn, it would be like to be able to ignore his love for Jason for a moment.

It was like stroking Rayyan's hair gently and taking her for a walk to the swing playground and eating a box of ice cream together.

Laughing with that child. Make the boy happy and feel loved. It made the boy feel that he still had a mother.

But Andini is too selfish and blind because of her stupid love for Jason.

Ah, now it's all meaningless. The woman had chosen to leave Rayyan.

Would the boy be sad without him?

Didn't he always make the boy sad?

Regret means nothing now.

Even to say goodbye to Rayyan, Andini would not dare.

She was too humiliating herself before the innocent soul of her innocent son, who knew nothing but had to bear the consequences of her selfishness as a mother.

*Goodbye Andini*