SUPPOSE THAT...

MOM, DAD AND MOM

Eva quickly took a handkerchief from her shirt bag, then wiped the bloodstains mixed with mucus on her palm. Swiping several times the tip of his lips that actually there is no stain or dirt, before then throw the gold Versace handkerchief into the trash not far from it.

"...Why is it so bad...?" asked Andreas when Eva again sat on one of the benches lined up in front of the operating room.

Eva just kept quiet, making Andreas annoyed with his attitude. "Why don't you treat him ??" andreas tries to be patient.

The woman sitting before him was still puffing her face which was making thick up with arrogance as usual. "I don't need anyone's mercy" he said loudly. "Don't ask anything, please.you enjoy your life with that woman and your children." he rose to his feet with both of his black eyes which were adorned with black eyeliner and his thick plump eyelashes staring at Andreas.

They stood parallel, and although Andreas was 185cm tall, but with Eva who was 168cm in height plus heels 10 cm, making both their faces could be straight to each other.

"...Why are you still this haughty...?" Andrew finally asked.

"Maybe it was my nature." he chuckled, but instead of sounding happy, his laughter sounded pitiful, and it made Andreas look at it with pity.

"I just feel like you're not as arrogant as you seem..." The man in a white shirt in a neat black coat looked at him. "I feel if actually when you say ketus and rough, it's to cover the fragility of your heart."

A flash of past memories, made Eva secretly clench her hands together, just so she could remain standing with her chest puffed up.

"I hope you don't have to pretend to be strong anymore."

Half-dead Eva was tough, but the shadow of the man reappeared and smiled at her.

"Forget all that hurts, and achieve your own happiness."

"...A Sanjaya doesn't need pity." Finally he could say after repeatedly swallowing his saliva and trying to get rid of his past memories.

Andreas's forehead immediately wrinkled at Eva's stupor.

"Our stratum is high with wealth that exceeds even yours." Eva raised one eyebrow. "Our blue blood descendants, cannot be confused with those of you who only have the capital of hard work and ultimately success." For a moment Eva bit her lower lip looked at Andreas who was now looking at her with an inflamed look.

"Banguun Reenn...."

He cried a few years ago almost to shake his arrogance, before he turned his face and pretended to allow the black veil that covered his head, even though he was secretly wiping the tip of his eyes that almost shed tears.

"Go back to your family." throw Eva out without looking at Andreas. "I'm sure Dave will be fine after receiving the blood transfusion." he immediately sat in the chair that was right behind him. He was tired from traveling Paris-Jakarta for almost 17 hours, and during that time he could not sleep or rest even though he was on a private plane. His mind continues to tighten will be worried about Dave who was in an accident.

Eva felt her breathing begin to weigh and her legs tremble, yet she was still able to cover up.

"Are we not Dave's parents either...?" the voice of a woman was heard, making both Andreas and Eva look at the source of the voice. "Why tell Andre to go home...?" marisa now stands among them.

"Marisa...?" Andreas immediately walked to the side of the small-statured woman who, if standing in line with her husband, looked very mismatched because of the towering height of her Husband, and he who was short. "Where is Kirana...??" tanyakanya.

"It's okay, there's Jon waiting for him." Marisa smiled as she stroked the hand of her Husband who was holding one hand to another.

Eva who sat leaning against the wall not far from them and saw the intimacy of the two looked away.

"If I were a Marthadinata would you not be ashamed to admit it...?"

"Miss...?"

Eva was surprised when Marisa was already sitting next to her and grasping her cold fingers.

"Bold her...!" Eva immediately rose to her feet along with her who brushed off the hands of the woman who is now the Wife of the Ex-Husband.

"Geev !" Andreas immediately snapped at him.

"Why ?" Eva looked towards Andreas pretending not to understand.

If not for his wife who immediately held his arm, of course he would not only yell.

"Look, even after all these years, this woman called me Miss..." Eva looked at Marisa with a condescending look. "It means that he himself admits that at any time, even though he has replaced my position as a daughter-in-law in the Marthadinata Family, he is still a person of low caste." Eva folded both her hands.

"What if it's from the lower caste ?" the sign in Marisa said out loud.

Andreas retreated, knowing that his usually gentle wife was now being emotionally ignited.

"Have felt great now for being a House Mistress in a wealthy Family...??" Eva folded both her arms haughtily.

Marisa's forehead creased deeper and deeper. "Why do you always talk about wealth and wealth ?" the woman who was shorter than Eva said.

Eve's mouth held up to hear Marisa's words.

"See what degenerate and wealth you are talking about that can make you happy...?" Marisa with her loud voice.

"I'm happy with my life !" snapped Eva. "Did you think that since you managed to snatch Andre from me, that's why now you're a great ass by trying to advise ?" Eva caught a glimpse of her Ex-Husband who was standing staring at her vigilantly behind his Wife.

"You know it's not about Andre." Marisa's voice made Eva turn her head. "Your crying back then was more honest than your current arrogance."

Eva immediately threw away her face.

"Until now I have never understood the way of educating you The rich who are said to be born of different descendants from us, does it really have to look perfect ?" marisa said again. "What's wrong with being honest with yourself ?" Marisa is getting fiery from remembering their bad past events

"SUFFICIENT !!" Snapped Eva with a dead red face.

He had already raised his right hand to slap the woman in front of him who continued to speak painfully, before his face stiffened and he coughed again.

"Miss ??" Marisa went straight to him, sat Eva on the chair and quickly took the eucalyptus oil from her bag.

As Marisa uncovers the black cloth that covers Eva's head to smear eucalyptus oil into her neck, it slumps and exposes her long gray-white hair.

Both Andrean and Marisa were surprised to see him.

"...Don't look pity me." Eva spoke in a haughty tone as usual, but her face looked pale with her sweaty forehead and thick blood that soiled the tip of her lips and palms.