Substitute Mother
Chapters 151. Let Her Go
Mark's waiting. Waiting for Jeanno to the last page. He had to make sure the cousin checked the entire contents of the envelope without anyone being missed. No more secrets to hide. Bitter bitter secret twin A, must Jeanno know.
Jeanno reinserted the file she had read into its original place. Nothing was said of the man's lips. Is his expression unreadable, between accepting, or even remaining in denial?
“There are other things you need to know”
Jeanno looked at Mark, what was the surprise?
Mark sighed, inwardly apologizing to Judith for dredging his life story so deeply, even the owner did not know that he had a twin sister.
“You remember Ethan?”
His opponent nodded stiffly. He still remembers the young motorcycle gang who had disturbed Nayara a few years ago. Fortunately, Ethan's obsession with Nayara did not last long, because the man had not been heard from until now.
As the water flows, Mark tells the full story of how Ethan's obsession affected Judith due to her resemblance to Nayara. Nayara who at that time was deliberately ‘hidden’ by Jeanno so that no danger approached, it even became a disaster for Judith. Destroying the life of the girl who had previously cracked. Harassment that became the forerunner to plunge Judith into the world of night.
“We have to imprison Ethan. Make sure he's rotting in jail”
Mark shook. Then took out a phone featuring a snippet of an article from four years ago. “Toooooooooooooooo. Four years ago, police raided drug parties and prostitutes. Some of them are captured, but the leader, Ethan himself, tries to escape. Until the police shot him in the leg. And still have the guts to fight even take out the gun he kept from under his clothes, pointing it at the police. But the apparatus was much quicker to disable Ethan before the man's shot wounded them”
“She died on the way to hospital”
“Since their leader was killed, his motorcycle gang just disappeared. Either disperse, or stay off the police radar. What is clear is the place that became their headquarters, now it is no longer crowded like before”
Pause for a while to give Jeanno a chance to talk, although until this moment the Alexander is still silent. Mark then connected. “Whatever your evil plan is now, please. stop Jeanno. If you don't want to do it for Judith, do it for Nayara. They are blood brothers. If you hurt Judith, I'm sure Nayara isn't happy there” either
“Do not bring Nayara..”
Mark doesn't care, he continues. “Judith has suffered even since the birth of Jeanno. They, Alana and Aleta have received a severe ordeal by being born to the mad couple Maharani and Johan. Only, at least Alana has a little luck, she is far from her biological parents, but in the orphanage, she gets warmth like a family and a qualified education. Not to mention he has you and Aera”
“But Judith, she has nothing and nobody, Jeanno. Please, with all my humility, please let Judith go. Forgive him for any mistakes he made consciously or unconsciously. I'm willing to pay off the rest of his debt whatever it is. But. if you stick to your plan at the beginning, then I guarantee we will be opponents in court. You're not just against Judih, but also me, Hannah, my parents, Nora and.. Aera. We are all on Judith”'s side
“I hope you are willing to give up for this time only, Jeanno”
End the unidirectional conversation, Mark turned to resign and gave Jeanno time to think. He still wished for a speck of mercy left in the young master's heart.
**
“Judith where?”
Hannah turned off the faucet when it was felt that the volume of water and temperature were enough to fill the bathtub. He was seen by the husband who was taking off his work shirt, leaving a plain white shirt wrapped in his field chest. Hannah approached, grabbed Mark's shirt to take to the laundry room later.
“He returned to the apartment this afternoon. I was suggesting to come back tomorrow with you all going to the office. But he still insisted on going home today. He also said he wanted to say goodbye and say thank you in a message. Did it get the message?”
Mark grabbed the phone, right Hannah said. There was one incoming message from Judith that said thank you for accommodating her in the last few weeks. Mark let the message go without him retaliating, maybe tomorrow he will meet Judith in person. Tell me slowly about him and Alana.
“Already. Maybe tomorrow I'll see him, I have something to talk about as well. You want to come?”
Hannah nodded. “Bole”
The couple shared a smile. Mark brought his head down on Hannah's forehead. “Omong-by the way, how is the little guy? no nausea right?”
Shake up while smiling. Hannah carried her husband's palm up her stomach. “No. He's behaving so well. Since yesterday I've been neither nauseous nor sensitive to smells. I've also eaten with raven”
“No, I was just thinking. I met Jeanno. I told him a lot about Judith and her family, which might help us not to proceed with the law. But I didn't tell her that Judith was pregnant with her child and miscarried”
“Jangan”
“Ya?”
The expression of the woman who was usually gentle and full of hospitality, now looked hard and full of determination. “Don't tell that to your cousin. I don't want Jeanno back in Judith's life. Let my best friend live without the shadow of Jeanno who has made him suffer”
“Sayang..”.
“Please, Mark. Don't let Jeanno know, yeah?”
**
The pair of legs were carried along the site by the site of an elite burial complex. No heed the drizzle that has been flushing the earth since this morning. He didn't care about the water droplets that wet his expensive suit. He just needs to rest in his beloved. Pray that he will be well and calm there by God's side.
Stop at a belly button that says the name of the woman he loves so much. Jeanno squatted down, putting Nayara's favorite bouquet there. The rubbing of the name carving on the tombstone, as if wiping the mane of the woman who had been lying down there.
“Hai. sorry I just got here”.
“Nana.. am I that bad? You must know what I'm doing here. I hurt your sister, even if Judith wasn't your sister, I would still hurt such a heartfelt woman in our family. You must be... disappointed in me, huh?”
Jeanno smiled softly. “I'm sorry, Na. Ironic, huh? when I hated my father so much, I unknowingly became like him. Or even more evil? At least papa wasn't playing with mom. While me? I broke Judith's heart, abused her, and threw her away like she was just trash. I... really, I'm ashamed of once”
“I even lost Mark. The only one who was by my side was even at my lowest point besides you. I am so blinded by a baseless grudge, it makes me lose precious people. Even Aera looked different, she became quiet and didn't often share stories with me. All my fault, Na..”
A weeping earth accompanied a faint stream of tears down Jeanno's cheeks. Last night since Mark left, he couldn't sleep. His father lasted only an hour, where he dreamed of meeting Nayara who looked on him sadly. Without a word spoken, the presence of Nayara gradually faded, giving farewell greetings in the form of tears that somehow means. Then disappeared.
Jeanno let himself be in Nayara's grave for some time. Pouring out all the evils that overshadow his mind. Conversations that still satisfy his needs. His mind was a little light, though he was not yet completely calm. Until the next second Jeanno just realized, there was a sprinkling of dried flowers on the green grass navel Nayara. Who is visiting? Because Jeanno never sprinkled flowers, he always carried a bouquet.
After ‘pamitan’ with Nayara, Jeanno then rose to the security post at the entrance of the cemetery.
“Excuse”
A densely mustachioed security who was blowing coffee, immediately got up and looked down respectfully. “Oh, good morning by noon, Mr. Alex”
“Yes. Sorry, there's something I want to ask”
“What's up, sir?”
“Do any visitors make a pilgrimage to eat Nayara besides myself?”
The security guard by Agus' name-tag nodded without needing to think. “Every month there are women who come carrying flowers. He always comes here and rests almost an hour”
“You know what his name is?”
Pak Agus nodded, opening a list of visitors that must be filled by any pilgrims who come. Visitor books are rarely filled, but intensely full of the name of the same person.
Aletas.
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