Never Gone (Health and Obsession)

Almost

Clarinda Residence.

The large and luxurious house filled with servants and guards has now begun to turn into a comfortable home.

Since the departure of her husband and son, the woman looked uninspired, silent and cold.

But the situation melts as she begins to make the girl she hit become her adopted daughter, a joy that re-unites in the luxurious residence

Calesta flipped her body repeatedly to the right and to the left, yet she was still unable to put her eyes to sleep.

"Ainsley's? The name is good too but I don't normally use that name?" his muttering back of this begins to plague his mind as his adoptive mother wishes to completely erase his old identity and live as Calesta Quete.

He got up, walked to the door of Clarinda's room and knocked.

"May? Already sleeping?" he asked, opening the door after knocking.

Clarinda stopped the reading and stared at the door, looking at the head of the girl who had appeared behind the door with her long hair down.

"Geez!" his cry was surprised.

"Why Mah?" calesta asked without knowing while entering her foster mother's room.

Auchs!

"Ouch! Sick Mah!" ringis the girl as her ears are pulled as Clarinda approaches.

"So bad of you! Already the heart of Mamah is not healthy anymore is still surprised!" said the woman while stroking her chest when finished picking up the girl in front of her.

"It's healthy! Mama, don't be sick!" calesta said as she hugged her foster mother, she did not feel foreign but felt comfortable.

Clarinda laughed at the spoiled attitude of the girl, her hands stroking the fine hair that was hugging her, "Makanya don't be naughty, so Mamah can be healthy continue..."

"Yes, not bad! If Calesta lived her hundred years Mamah would have to be two hundred years!" said the girl smiled.

"Then Mama will be alone again? What if Calesta lived a hundred years Mamah also lived a hundred years?" Clarinda offered the girl's wish.

"Hmm?" Calesta thought for a moment that she turned her head, "Jude!" answer them after agreeing.

Although no one can guess his age but every life still has hope, hope that is entitled to have anyone.

"Why are you here? Can't sleep?" clarinda asked as she walked to her bed.

"Yes! Go to bed with Mom!" answer the girl quickly and go inside her foster mother's blanket.

Clarinda simply smiled as she hugged the girl and stroked her back gently. From the first he really wanted to have a daughter but because he was difficult to get pregnant made him only have one son.

"Mahs...

If I don't want to be Ainsley, I can still be Calesta, right?" asked the girl softly, since told all her he was always afraid of being thrown away while he did not know and remember anything.

"You will be the most important Calesta or Ainsley now you will still be my son" replied the woman as she looked at the girl's face.

"But, I'm not.." said the girl softly.

"Blood is indeed thicker than water, but there is some water that has been mixed with other ingredients at the end will be thicker right?" clarinda asked the girl.

"What do you mean?" Calesta did not understand the words of the woman in front of her.

"Would it be a blood relation or not it does not affect one's affection" Clarinda replied to the girl.

Calesta was silent, but she hugged her adoptive mother tightly, she did not know why she liked her hug so much.

It was like a feeling he had longed for and wanted long ago.

"If the husband is with Mamah's son how? Maybe they don't like me." asked the girl in a hoarse voice.

"You crying?" clarinda asked as she let go of the girl's embrace and looked at her face, "Why son?"

"Mamah's embrace is warm...

L'm...

I want to be hugged Mamah continues." answered him who unconsciously dropped his tears.

He does not remember anything but far from his heart he still desperately wants affection, affection that he never got.

"Every Mamah hugs must be crying, see her eyes red right...

Cup..cup.." said Clarinda as she wiped the girl's tears.

"You're asking me if Mamah's husband and son are still around they'll like you or not? The answer is definitely like, Zen was always wanted to have a sister so he would definitely like you while Robert he would also like it because I also like to have children like you..." clarinda smiled.

"really?" the girl asked, thinking that having a father and an older brother was fun too.

"If we had met sooner they would have known you too" said Clarinda, who began to imagine what her family would be like when the girl came in and made her family more complete.

"Eh? Why do I have bad thoughts? Surely you also have parents who love you, how can I take you for granted." connect her who feels if the girl's parents are also the same as her who really loves her son.

"Of course, all parents love their children" replied the woman gently.

"But I don't remember them." said Calesta.

"So Calesta was afraid Mamah threw it away, right? The one who is afraid should be Mom...

Mamah was afraid that Calesta had remembered, Calesta did not love Mamah again continued to forget with Mamah.." said the woman stroked the face of her adopted daughter who she had treated like a biological daughter.

"Where possible! Calesta is dear Mamah! Calesta doesn't remember them! Cales Fear! Now you want to be with Mama!" answer the girl immediately.

Clarinda smiled, although the girl would later prefer her family too she would not be able to prevent because she knew the pain and sadness of losing a child.

"Yes...

Already, sleep now. It's night, "His reply while stroking his adopted daughter to sleep.

......................

7 Days later.

Hotel

The man looked at the glass walls featuring streets and tall buildings that still displayed the classic atmosphere in the big city.

He arrived in Madrid the day after he saw the picture of the girl he had caught on camera.

Richard was looking for sure, but there was no information he could get.

"Now I'm going to look for you" he murmured as he drank champagne in his hand.

It is like he has a new hope in his life.

...

Sean came back after his business meeting all went smoothly not a single obstacle.

"Get me a coffee," she ordered the driver who was carrying her car.

He was not with secretary Jhon so he asked the driver to buy him a drink and he waited in the car.

The man looked tired, he could not sleep but he also still needed rest.

Sean sighed heavily leaning his head against the car bench while looking out the window.

He turned to look at the cafe which was in the street where the driver bought coffee for him.

The deg!

Ainsley's?

His inner being jolted at the range and posture was very similar to the girl he was looking for, though, although not clearly visible and only from the side was also blocked by the glass door of the cafe but he could recognize what he saw.

"That's her nwnar!" speak it and go straight out.

He ran so that he could immediately rush to run towards the girl.

TIN!!!

The sound of the bus horn makes him surprised and immediately retreated so that he did not have an accident, he was waiting for the bus to pass and directly cross even though the sign and crosser had not been lit.

He opened his cafe door and looked around, there was no Ainsley there. Just another visitor he didn't know.

"Is there anything less, sir?" asked the driver when he saw the face of the master in front of him confused and looking for something.

"You see her? The girl who was wearing black clothes and the short skirt of light gray earlier? Her hair is tied up, her height is 160 cm? You saw him, right?" sean asked without caring about the question of his driver who was carrying his drink.

"So there is something like that. But he came out after buying his drink" the driver replied to Sean.

"Where? Where was that direction?!" ask Sean immediately.

The driver pointed to the girl after buying her drink.

Sean immediately followed him running and in the direction pointed without knowing where exactly the path he took.

Huh.hah...

His breath was heard after he ran without direction, trying to find any trace of his girl's whereabouts.

But nihil, he found nothing but a passing person who walked, but the girl is now no longer visible existence.

Ainsley's? You're not that?

You're still alive, aren't you? I'm sure!

I can't possibly misidentify you...