The (Un) Mr. Lukcy. Winter

Chapter 70

"Yojeum naneun eotteon jul ani (Do you know how I have been lately? Pyeonhi jameul jal sudo (I can't even fall asleep) Mwol samkyeonael sudo eopseo (I can't even swallow anything) Neol baraboda (Do you know) Jeomjeom mangojyeo ganeun nal algin halkka (That's me become more broken when I look at you?) Jugeul geot gatado (I feel like dying) Neon naege olli eopdaedo (Although there is no way you will come to me) Ttan gotman boneun neoran geol arado (Although I know you look elsewhere) Geureon neoreul nan (I don't think) Noeul sun eopseul geot gata (I can release you)

🎶 If is it you-Jung Seung Hwang🎶 (This song is not recommended for people who are heartbroken)

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That night Zehan sat down next to Hasya's bed, slowly holding Hasya's hand with an infusion needle, after he finally honest with Zesya about the state of his mother who was in a coma after being critically ill due to acute hypotension which resulted in shock at the time Hasya was still undergoing surgery.

"When you wake up, baby, you sleep too long" Zehan said. He continued to look at his wife's sad face lying down until he finally fell asleep with a position sitting on the lip of Hasya's bed. Though next to it there are other beds that are provided by the hospital for the families of patients who stay there.

Somehow Hasya suddenly woke up in a flower garden so beautiful with colored clothes . All kinds of colorful flowers spread wide every once in a while their stems swayed by the breeze of a cool breeze. Hasya turned around to surround him. He frowned not that he was still in the hospital but why was he suddenly there.

"Yes wake up baby." Zehan's voice teased Hasya who was sleeping. Behind his eyelids that were closed Hasya's eyeballs moved there trying to open his eyes. Slowly little by little he could open his eyes but the light that was too bright suddenly entered the eye made him reflex raised his hand to block the glare that hit his eyes, only after feeling quite accustomed did he lower his hand which he used to dispel the light that illuminated the surroundings. But Hasya was so surprised when looking at the surrounding state. A green field with flowers scattered everywhere. Hasya also stood up as she fluttered her net to look at all the places. "Halooo is there anyone??" he screamed, but no one answered him. "Am I ...?" Hasya quickly threw away her thoughts regarding that.

In the midst of the confusion then he began to walk indeterminate direction, all bad thoughts about him raged in his mind, until in the end he crouched down while roaring loudly. "Am I really dead hiksss.. ??" said it. Just when he really felt a faint despair a voice sounded out being on a plane, he immediately raised his head crabbing looking for the source of the sound then he also stood up and walked back while confirming the hearing to find out where the man was in the hospital. He walked for a long time until he reached a river bank with very clear water, various river fish swimming quietly. "Squeezy lizard" Hasya turned around when she heard like someone had just passed the river. Hasya carefully went down across the river which turned out to be just three-quarters of her feet. As soon as he reached the river, Hasya saw the figure of a girl playing on a swing that was buried from the roots of the tree there.

"Euhh what were you that was in the shade, son?." scolded Hasya hesitated, but the boy just smiled and then went back to swinging as if he ignored her. Hasya swallowed her saliva, stunned at the look of the girl, so beautiful, her eyes were big like deer eyes, her skin was so white as radish, her hair was a little wavy black yet somewhat brownish, she said, and there was a smell of fresh fragrance as he swung his swing.

I don't know how long Hasya has been sitting by the tree where the girl is swinging. But strangely he did not feel hungry or thirsty at all even though since Hasya woke up earlier it seems to have been long enough. And the girl was still sitting with hers playing swings at moderate speed. Hasya sighed, she was confused as to what to do, while the child also seemed reluctant to talk to her that was what made Hasya just sit under a tree near the child was playing a swing. Like he was waiting for his son to play until the boy was satisfied with his art. In that silence suddenly the swing of the child stopped, which of course made Hasya a little surprised. With flickering eyes Only slowly got up from where he had been sitting since then while staring at the little girl's back with caution. Slowly the girl turned towards Hasya. Aahhh Masya Allah the face of the child is so adorable, that it feels Hasya wants to touch the cheek of the child and menguyel-nguyelnya like when she used to love to play the cheeks of Zesya who chubby when the baby, when the child was born, but of course his desire must be endured as much as possible even though the soul of motherhood thrashed to want it.

"Eeih, Ma. Mama?" with a difficult conditioned look. "Huh?? Mama?? Me?? when did I give birth to that child?" inner Hasya. The boy then came down from his swing and walked up to Hasya who stood with all his confusion. Now the boy was standing right opposite Hasya with a distance close enough that Hasya could clearly see the beautiful appearance of the child. If you look again it looks like the child may be 12 years old, Hasya thought. The boy threw out his breath when he saw Hasya looking at him in astonishment.

"Yes Mama, you're my mama, why don't you want to have a kid like me?" ask the boy again but in a cynical tone exactly like Zehan. This time the corner of the lips was only slightly tilted somewhat resentfully given Zehan's demicial nature.

"Bb.not so..A..hh.. am I confused? I myself do not even know what this place is, and how it can be in this place as well I do not know." Hasya said without removing the wrinkle between his eyebrows. The girl then moved closer to Hasya.

" Mommy, can't you forgive me yet?" hasya's eyes narrowed as the boy began to speak like Zesya the other day.

"It's not.. It's just.. I'm still afraid he's the way he used to be." said Hasy, drowning, throwing her eyes the other way, trying to hide her sudden stupefied mood.

"If you still can't accept your full papa how can I be born?" ask the boy. Hasya again grumbled confusedly to the boy.

The girl waved her hand asking Hasya to duck then gently pulled Hasya to stand on her knees in order to equalize their height. The boy then hugged Hasya, although Hasya was confused what to do, but then there was a warm feeling flowing in him, slowly Hasyapun's strength hugged the little girl's body.

"Ma, I know what Mom feels like. I also know you're trying to give papa a chance, right? Mama also loves papa very much, therefore please remove the desire to get away from papa" suddenly Hasya's tears began to flow, and then, his throat was hot as the boy rubbed Hasya's back gently and warmly.

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