My Dowager Montes
#38. Can Be Crazy
Chelsea slumped herself after a shower. He looked at the sky of the 3mx4m room. The shadow of their conversation at lunch was stirring his heart and mind.
flash back on
"When the aunt gave birth, her aunt's husband, Ares, was in Hong Kong to sign a company merger contract. The prediction of giving birth is actually still a week away, but somehow the moment arrives the stomach feels heartburn. The process of giving birth includes a brief, I don't know, belief aunty says if the aunt does not want to bother the aunt, does not want to make the aunt suffer" a drop of liquid escaped in her eyes. We hearers could only look at him wistfully, full of sympathy. But only 1 person looks indifferent, as if bored with the story of Betty's past.
"When that not-so-tight crying sound was heard, the nurse placed it over my body for the initial initiation after cleaning it, then put it back into the storage box. One thing the aunt clearly remembers when she was breastfeeding, the red birthmark on her neck, when it looked small, but the aunt clearly remembered, it was like a cat paw. And then the nurse put him back, and the aunt fell asleep tired. When he woke up.. he did not exist... aunty was severely depressed, because aunty had been waiting for his presence for 2 years" his cry broke instantly. Mama Carol rubbed the back of Aunt Betty's hand, and whispered a word of patience to her. While Siska, his son who he said was newly found, cool with his Mocca latte. There was no sadness in his expression. But that's him, who I've known all along. Never cared about anyone but himself.
flash back off
For some reason, Betty's aunt's story affected her mind. Bad thoughts about his parents abandoning him. Could it be that the story is also as bad as the story of Aunt Betty's son?
But another shadow disturbed his mind when Brian said something while in the car while driving him home.
flash back on
"Darling, what are you thinking?" Brian stroked Chelsea's head because all the way, he just fell silent, his eyes glazed over looking at the window beside him, his eyebrows looking furrowed. His gaze instantly turned to his handsome lover.
"That's it, just nginget nginget again"
"What target?"
"Since when did Siska have my birthmark? as far as I know, he's got a birthmark on his neck?" said wonder.
"hmm.." she replied just nodding.
"Oh yeah, just from earlier I was thinking like, actually if you look at it in terms of physical, which is suitable to be Betty's aunt's son you. Face shape, eye color, lips, nose. I'll see you in the middle-aged version, like you're the other twin generations."
"Nothing you"
"Eh really, seriously. But yes, no need to think about it. There are many whose faces are similar but the mace of family relationships"
flash back off
"Couldn't you think Betty's aunt was my mother?" his gaze still looked at the sky of his faithful room's sky overshadowing his room.
"What the hell am I thinking? bego really if ngarep. Then, mending bobo" he closed his eyes, but his brain could not be invited to cooperate
"aaaargh"
Chelsea were upset because after 30 minutes he closed his eyes, but could not sleep. Finally he decided to clean the house, in the middle of the night.
Elsewhere, in a luxurious room, a middle-aged woman looked at the strands of hair she had placed on a white handkerchief. Grasping it tightly, while shedding tears. He grabbed enough clear plastic to hold his toothbrush and also a handkerchief containing the strands of hair.
"May my instincts not be wrong God, please."
