Replacement Uterus.
part 44's
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"Do you want anything?"Cristian and Ayana arrive at a night market.
"You want to buy me?"Ayana turned her head, glaring in Cristian's direction.
"Of course, we meet again Think of it as our meeting gift" Cristian commented on the very thin smile.
"I want that"Ayana pointed at a white teddy bear with a pink ribbon on its head.
"That doll?don't want anything else?"Cristian frowned, because Ayana asked for a doll, for her very simple.
"No, that's enough"Ayana actually confused herself.
She used to not like dolls, but since she was pregnant, every day she asked Bayu for dolls, so her room was full of dolls.
What is baby stuff?.
Ayana was in her heart, busy daydreaming made her unconscious Cristian had approached with a white teddy bear with a pink ribbon on her head.
"What are you thinking?"ask Cristian.
"No, I didn't like dolls very much in the past, why is it that since I was pregnant, I really liked dolls, how could my baby be a girl?"Ayana asked innocently.
"What if she's a girl? she'll be pretty like you"give up the doll, Cristian tucked in a little compliment.
"Thank you"Ayana reviewed a very thin smile.
"Wanna play something?"bargain again.
"No, I don't want my son to be hit by shocks, if you want to play I'll wait in the chair" Ayana refused subtly.
"We're sitting there, there's something I want to ask you" pointing at a chair, Cristian invites Ayana to sit there for a while.
"You're not a native Indonesian, are you?"
Ayana blinked her cute light brown eyes, looking in wonder at Cristian.
The question was actually very often Ayana heard from people, so she was not too surprised.
"I don't know, I was found in an orphanage, maybe I came from a shady place like a nightclub that sells comfort women, and one of them is my mother."
Ayana's gaze turned blank, her eyes condensed.From a small he kept on being despised, when playing with his friends outside the orphanage.
Maybe your mother is a comfort woman, so you can throw you away.
The words were always heard by Ayana from her friends at school, about who she was and her afterlife, as well as her family where.
"Why are you saying that to Ayana?"Cristian protest.
"Then what should I say? living in a parlour with many friends is not fun, I am always insulted, many say my mother comfort woman.”
Ayana turned her head, looking sharply at Cristian.The dislike was clearly visible in her eyes, there was a wound there.
Consider Ayana evil, because thinking badly about her mother.but her educational social environment, makes her more curious as evil as her parents.
"Yes, not like that.all mothers love their children, your mother must also love you.”cristian said very gently, facing pregnant women must be careful because they are very sensitive.
"Go to the heart of the conversation, are you asking me about my origins?"Ayana.
"You know I'm from Europe, right?I just want to tell you something?"Cristian breathed a very long breath.
"You look like someone I know."
Ayana's forehead frowned deeply, guessing at Cristian's intentions, but still he did not understand.
"similar?do I look like your boyfriend?"put on a plain face and pack it.
"No, you look like a woman but, if it's not wrong, she's long dead"
Cristian reached into the pocket of his pants, taking a picture of a young woman with a face very similar to Ayana.
"This.”
With trembling hands, Ayana receives a new photograph of the sodor by Cristian, her eyes glazed, a foreign feeling surging into the deepest recesses of the heart
"Him?"Ayana looked around, her face, eyes, nose and hair were exactly like hers.
"Where is this woman now?"ayana's eyes are glazed, is this her mother?the woman who did it, right?.
"She was dead, decades ago, because of an accident, when she just returned from the hospital after a bad dream, her baby was lost without a trace."
"Maybe I'm her daughter?"the question suddenly slid from Ayana's lips.
"Our guess is the same, I thought you were his daughter" Cristian replied softly.
"Hiks,hiks"Ayana bit her lower lip.
"The woman's husband will come to Indonesia tomorrow, she's my partner.you can meet her tomorrow, will you?"Ayana nodded slowly.
"It's late, I'll take you home.”
***
The next day.
At 11:30.
After painstakingly asking permission from Bayu, Ayana was finally allowed out even if only half an hour.
Want to see the mother of the parlor.
As a matter of fact, he did not want to lie to Bayu, but if he said honestly Bayu would definitely scold her and not allow her to go from there.
Using a taxi, Ayana went to a restaurant.where she and Cristian met this afternoon.
"You want me to meet who Mr?."
Cristian was talking to a middle-aged man who was a textile businessman in Europe.
"Someone, I'm sure you'll come back to remember your late wife.”cristrian reviewed a thin smile, making the middle-aged man named Alberto frown in confusion.
Chequek.
Cristian immediately stood up from his seat when the sound of the door opening.
"Yes you've come?"Cristian greeted the woman he loved with a very wide smile.
Silence.ayana has not reacted a bit.his eyes are busy looking at Alberto who is also looking at him meaningfully.
"Caroline Damanik?"the name just slid off the lips of Albert, the young girl before him very similar to his wife Caroline Damanik.
It's just that this woman looks very closed from head to toe, the rest of her everything in the possession of this woman is very similar to her late wife.
"Him?"Ayana looked confusedly at Cristian.
"The husband of the woman I showed you yesterday."
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