MY SUNFLOWER

I'm right here with you

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Tristan arrived in the ICU room of the largest hospital in Jakarta. Inside he could see the Typhoon lying helplessly in the gurney accompanied by the many tools attached to his body.

"The female patient can no longer be saved, the time of death is 10:47" the doctor said.

Tristan who was still standing at the door immediately flinched, he glanced at the other gurney where Intan was. "Sister," the man's cry then broke out.

The sisters immediately enveloped Intan's entire rigid body with a white blanket.

Seeing Tristan in the room, the doctor approached.

"Sorry, we can't save the woman's patient" told the elderly doctor. "While her male patient is still critical, pray for a miracle so that she can survive" the doctor continued and then left the room with the sisters.

Tristan's body was weak, limped he walked towards the brother's gurney.

"Sister.." call him hoarse. Seeing the body full of Typhoon wounds, Tristan's heart was sliced. When the last time they met, her brother was still healthy and fine, why is it now like this?

"Not awake, brother!" He approached her body and whispered in her ear.

Slowly the 30-year-old man's eyes opened, "I-intan." he said raucously and weakly.

"Sister?" Tristan was shocked when he saw that Typhoon was conscious, he was happy to finally open his eyes again. "I'm calling the doctor now." The man wanted to turn away but the Typhoon's cold hand held him back.

"Why, Brother?" ask Tristan.

"In–tan?" ask Typhoon with my eyes and weight.

Tristan bowed, unable to feel to tell his sister if his beloved wife had been called God first.

"Tris–tan?"

Tristan finally shook his head weakly. "Sister Intan is gone, brother."

Hearing that Typhoon's eyes instantly closed, water slowly flowed from the corner of his closed eyes.

"Sister!" call Tristan to panic.

Slowly the Typhoon reopened both of its eyes. "To-long watch A-ra....."

TITTTTTTTTTTT

The monitor next to the Typhoon gurney rang out loud, straight lines appearing to decorate there.

"SISTER!" tristsn choked when he saw Typhoon turning a blind eye. "Wake up Brother! Don't leave me, don't go, sister, Ara still needs you!" With fear enveloping his entire body, he tried to shake the body of Typhoon. But nil, his brother prefers to follow his beloved woman to heaven.

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Tristan stared at the two navels of his two loved ones. So quickly the brother was called by God and then again they left a child who is now an orphan. One by one the people who loved him had left him, starting from his mother, brother and sister-in-law. Now he has no one else. Her dad? He did not care about the old man.

"Goodbye, sister, I promise to take care of and love Ara like my own son." That's Tristan's promise right in front of her sister's belly button.

.......

Tristan reached the Gautama residence, where his brother and family lived. In there he was immediately greeted by Teguh who indeed first came home from the funeral.

"Son..." The old face looks dirty. There is a clear look of sadness there.

Tristan did not care about the situation of the father, he chose to go to Ara's room. The Typhoon princess fell asleep before the funeral and Jovanka accompanied her.

Cclek

The door opened, on the bed was seen sleeping Jovanka lying on the bed while stroking the head of her nephew who was sleeping peacefully.

"You're home yet?" The woman who was disturbed immediately woke up from her bed.

"Yes..." Tristan nodded and walked over to his little nephew's body. He sat next to her and then stroked that head dear. "How is he doing?" ask Tristan.

"From that moment he kept delirious to call his father and mother, but not anymore" replied Gara's lover.

"You can go home, thanks for taking care of Ara" Tristan said.

"Are you okay?" Jovanka felt a little anxious leaving Tristan in this state of shock. That guy's gonna need a backrest.

"Yes, it's okay." Hearing Tristan's flat reply, Jovanka could only comply.

"I'll go home first, if there's anything, let me know!" his message was only taken by the man.

After Jovanka left, Tristan immediately threw herself beside Ara, tightly hugging the small body in her arms. "Now I'm your parents."

Thankfully Ara did not follow her parents when the accident happened, if she was there then Tristan would have no one else in the world.

.......

Later that night, after all the mourners who had come to utter sorrow had left. Tristan came out of Ara's room holding a beautiful boy, who had never let go of his arms when he woke up.

"Where are you going?" tanya Steadfast as she saw Tristan slouching unceremoniously out of the house. A large bag was in his right hand.

Tristan did not heed the father's question, he walked back to take Ara to his car.

"Tristan!" With difficulty because the body is starting to be frail, Teguh chasing his youngest child. "Where are you taking my granddaughter?" ask the old man.

At last Tristan turned around, his eyes staring intently at the father. "Now Ara is my son," he said before going into his car leaving Teguh standing stiffly on the spot.

"I won't let the man who killed Mom take care of Ara. She could have fared the same as Mom," said Tristan before running her vehicle to the apartment.

.......

"Where are we going?" ara asked after getting off Tristan's car which had reached the basement of her apartment.

"Now Ara lives with Uncle huh?" ask the gentleman.

"Papa mama, where?" ask the little boy. He does not seem to understand if his parents can no longer be with him.

"Hm... Ara from today lives with Uncle, huh? Later we buy a lot of toys," persuaded Tristsn. He tried to distract the little girl from her parents who were no longer there.

"Ala want uncle, later buy ice clim as well huh?" the door with sparkling eyes.

"Yes dear." Tristan looked at the nephew. It is very easy to persuade small children with something they like, but in his heart he feels sad. He may be able to give Ara what she wants, but is he able to give her full affection for her sister's child. Tristan doesn't know for sure, but he'll try.

.......

Arriving at the floor where his apartment was located, Ara suddenly asked something that immediately made Tristan shut up.

"Uncle, aunty Ela is at Uncle's house, right?"

Tristan did not reply, he was busy watching the niece's innocent expression that seemed to be expecting Stela's presence. Wanting to be honest if her aunty Ela would never see them again, she felt like she had no heart.

"Uncle?" Ara patted her uncle's cheek which was silent.

The man flinched, then smiled looking at the confused face of his nephew. "Now his aunty goes first, the aunty will return. Ara who's patient, baby." That was all Tristan could say to comfort Ara at the moment.

The little girl's face was bent, making Tristan feel guilty. "There's still aunty Jo, baby. Later we call aunty Jo to accompany us to play, huh?"

"Hm..." The girl just blinks.

"I'm sorry Uncle, Ara..." Tristan pulled Ara's head leaning on her shoulder.

Tristan continued his steps, soon they would arrive at the apartment unit he lived in.

Get there...

DEG

Tristan looked at someone standing leaning against the door of his apartment.

.......

"Here you go, son, don't cry anymore!" Ambar continued to try to calm Stela, who had been in the car, crying incessantly.

"Mom, pity Ara. He needs me" he poked in his mother's arms.

"Yes dear, but there is still a lot of family," Ambar replied soothingly while stroking gently the mane of the princess.

Ambar so heartless, he glanced at Anthony who was currently looking at the back bench where he and Stela were sitting. The Englishman simply shook his head as a sign to let Stela cry for now. Gradually his daughter will also forget the thing that made him cry.

.......

"Ela, come!" bring Ambar.

It was time to check in, but Stela remained standing in place with no intention of stepping in.

"Come princess!" Anthony tried to pull Stela's hand, but was immediately knocked down.

"I don't want to go home Mom... Dad. I still want to be here" Stela broke up.

"Don't joke Ela!" persemat Anthony's.

"I'm not kidding, Dad. I want to stay here!" stela said firmly.

After a heated debate between the parents and the child, Stela is finally allowed to stay in Indonesia under the supervision of Ari as her uncle.

"Thankyou Mommy... Dad. I'll be back."

.......

"Steel?"

Ara who heard the name Stela called her uncle, straightened her head.

"Alas County!" ara's cry was overexcited as her pair of black beads found Stela standing in front there. He asked to come down from Tristan's arms. After her little feet hit the floor, Ara immediately ran towards Stela and was greeted with great joy by the blonde girl.

"Aunty don't lose anymore!" ara Rajuk. Now he's leaning spoiled on Stela's chest.

"Aunty won't go, baby, aunty will be here with Ara."

"Why?"

"Yes." Yeah." Stela kissed the head of the toddler fondly.

Not much different from the reaction of Ara who was so happy because of the presence of Stela, Tristan also felt the same way. She was delighted and moved that she would rather stay with him than return to London with her parents.

"You're not going to open the door, brother?" stela's voice broke Tristan's short daydream.

"Yes." Yeah." The man immediately walked closer to the door and pressed a row of numbers that became the password of his apartment. "Come in!" After the door opened he invited Stela who was holding Ara to enter first.

"Ara sat here first huh, aunty wants to pick up aunty's stuff first." After sitting Ara on the sofa, Stela gave the little girl a moment's permission to pick up the suitcase containing her belongings that were still outside.

"I brought it." Just about to turn around, Tristan came by dragging Stela's suitcase.

Stela took her suitcase from Tristan's hand. "Thank you" he said flatly. After that, he turned back to the little guy.

"Ara's eating?" ask Stela.

"No, lapal.." he said funny while stroking his small stomach which was quite contained.

"What do you want to eat?" The blonde asked again. He wanted to make the food that Ara wanted.

"Syosis.." answered Ara. Toddlers really like sausages.

"Ok, will aunty make it. Ara wait here, okay, while watching cartoons, will you?"

"You..." Stela turned on the big sailing television up ahead there. Find a cartoon channel that is suitable for Ara's age and then go to the kitchen to make dinner.

Honestly, Stela hasn't eaten since noon. Hungry at the moment feels his stomach. After leaving the airport to let go of his parents to London, he returned to the hospital where Tristan and the others were, but apparently they had returned home. Then he contacted Jovanka to ask where they were, but nil. Lastly, Stela visited Tristan's apartment. Apparently there's no one there. As a result, for hours Stela simply waited in the park near the apartment building and returned to Tristan's apartment when the day had changed for the night, in the hope that the man would come home tonight, otherwise, perhaps he would barge in to hitch a ride to sleep. He still has the password of the apartment.

Tristan sat with Ara watching, occasionally glancing at Stela who was busy cooking in the kitchen. His feelings warmed up, from yesterday this was what he really wanted. Stela again accompanied her days in this apartment, not as a maid but as a friend who shared everything.

In less than an hour, Stela finished with a simple dish that she made from makeshift ingredients in the refrigerator. It was fortunate that there was a sausage order Ara left in the refrigerator, otherwise, perhaps the boy would be disappointed.

Seeing Stela who was arranging her cooking on the dining table, Tristan immediately carried her and took her nephew to go there.

"Where is Aunty?" The question was raised when Tristan and Ara had reached the dining table.

"It's the sausage." The stela held up a sausage-filled plate that was shaped like an octopus to Ara. A cheerful smile immediately rose on her cute face.

"They're funny, bribes Aunty?" spoiled door.

"Let's uncle bribe ya, dear." Tristan felt bad for continuing to trouble Stela with Ara's spoiled behavior, so she chose to persuade her nephew to just feed her.

"You want to miss Aunty, you don't want to cama Uncle," whined Ara.

"Yes, let's go with Aunty!" Stela immediately took over Ara from Tristan's sling.

"Sorry" said Tristan.

"No problem."

Stela took Ara to a chair she often sat in while eating, painstakingly feeding her the little daughter of the late Typhoon.

Tristan was filled to see Ara's attention to her nephew. The little boy was nobody Stela, but he looked very affectionate even like his birth mother Ara.

A young age does not always show a childish nature. Precisely now in the eyes of Tristan, a girl like Stela who was only 17 years old can behave very mature and motherly.

"You can take your own food, brother?" stela jolted as she saw that the man in front of her was still pensive without any intention of touching the food she had worked so hard to make.

"Ah, yes." Tristan smiled awkwardly then took food for himself. The last time he ate was when Maya brought him breakfast last morning and tonight he would eat a lot, considering that Stela was the one who cooked. The food that the girl made was always good and fitting on her tongue.

Hup...

Tristan's heart burst into happiness as he regained the taste of Stela's cuisine. This is what he wants and this is what he needs.

As promised, Tristan ate a lot of food. Even the cooking that Stela made tonight was ludes by her.

.......

After dinner, Stela put Ara to bed in her room. The boy looked sleepy when Stela ate earlier.

"I'm here for you baby." After Ara had a good sleep, Stela covered her to the chest and then kissed her forehead before coming out of the room to clean the dining table.

Getting there, everything is done. The dishes were washed by Tristan.

"Steel!"

Seeing that there was no more work she could do, Stela was about to return to the room. But his wish is delayed when Tristan calls his name.

The girl turned around and found Tristan walking towards her.

"I'm sorry, Stela." said Tristan as soon as he arrived in front of the blonde girl.

"For what?" ask the girl flat. "Sorry for your sass for kissing me back then, hm?" thought Stela.

"For all the wrongs I've done to you" he replied. "Including my forced kiss that time." He can only say it in his heart.

"I've forgiven you," Stela said still in her flat tone.

Tristan nodded his head, looking at Stela's flat expression, so he doubted whether the girl was right to forgive him or not.

"One more," he said as he saw Stela already wanted to leave.

"Thank you for coming back" Tristan said sincerely.

Stela smiled obliquely. "I'm here for Ara not for you."

DEG

After saying that, Stela left the sculpting Tristab. His chest suddenly tightened hearing Stela's speech. The girl is not coming back for him, realize Tristan. Don't expect too much Stela here for Ara and that's more than enough.

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