The Trap My Stepmother

Chapter 62 The World's Cruel

A pregnant woman was crying in the corner of a long hallway. Patricia Jansen let out tears without a sound. His heart ached to see the woman who had given birth to him end up in prison. Debby went berserk and hurt herself. Patricia couldn't see it all.

A speck of guilt perched on his chest, he felt that being a witness was a bad decision. “Sorry Mom. I'm sorry.”

Patricia Jansen continued to cry, her tears did not stop, grew sassy out and soaked her cheeks. His nose was stuck, his head was dizzy, his ears were buzzing and he heard nothing but the expression of disappointment Debby Jansen.

“Sssh .. pain.” Patricia grimaced because her stomach was cramping.

“Aw ... why do you always trouble me?” complaining, hitting his stomach violently. Sometimes Patricia still does not accept, she is pregnant with a poor boy like Pandu.

“You shouldn't have been, you're just a bully. Sssh .. pain.” Patricia's body is now bent over to endure the pain.

Suddenly a man's hand grabbed her, carrying Patricia. Stepping out of the courthouse to a parked car.

“I beg calm Miss, we are going to the hospital.” His word.

“Hah? Off! Let go of me, you know not yourself. Don't touch me!” the body of this pregnant woman moves, rebelling in the lap of Pandu.

“I can't just shut up. I have to protect Miss.” Pandu insists on saving Patricia and her baby.

During the trip to the hospital, Patricia's late-goal stares at Pandu. Not love but disgust. The hot night kept turning around when he saw the man next to him.

“Prime?” patricia's voice grimaced a little.

“Ya Miss? We'll be at the hospital soon.” Pandu did not turn his head, he chose to focus on driving the car.

“Do you really want this child?” patricia asked very lethargic.

“Of course Miss, I will be in charge. I will be a good husband and exemplary father.” The word Pandu so confidently revealed his plan.

“Alright, then I'll give birth to her. I made sure he was born, but I don't want to take care of him. I don't want him to interfere with my future.” These words of Patricia hit Pandu directly on his heart.

Instantly the car stopped, Pandu leaned his head, looking weak. She was shocked when she first heard a mother throw away her baby.

“Didn't Miss have a little pity? Miss Mother, should love our child.” Pandu painstakingly swallowed the saliva. His heart hurts so much, if later his son had to live without the love of a mother.

Hearing Pandu's expressions of disappointment, of course Patricia's heart was sliced. The bottom of his heart did love this child, but Patricia's hatred covered everything. He does not want a baby to interfere with a future life that has been designed.

“No.” Patricia replied so firmly and straightforwardly

“Good, I can't force. But please as long as you are in the womb, please love my child. Thank you.” Lirih Pandu, forced to swallow disappointment, very heavy.

The car returned to its destination. Pandu will keep her baby until birth, she remains a shadow for Patricia.

“Myk.” Lirih Pandu, inhaling as much oxygen as possible. He himself is confused, what can raise a baby without the presence of a mother or wife?

“The world is cruel Pandu, just because I'm poor. Can't marry the mother of my son, and the little baby will bear the fault of his two parents.” Pain skinned all over Pandu's body.

In a few months his status changed, becoming a father and mother to a red baby. At this time Pandu is still struggling, stumbling to support himself, his sister's medical costs are very expensive.

“I will be a good single father beyond the presence of a mother.” Batin Pandu's. Then walk open the IGD door and approach Patricia's bed.

“How's it going, sus? Is her fetus okay?” Pandu no longer asked Patricia's condition, even impressed indifferent.

‘We have to do USG, soon Miss checked by Obstetrician, please wait a moment.’

Patricia sensed something was wrong, strange. Pandu is not usually cold, but before arriving at the hospital the man was very warm and caring.

Patricia's heart is breaking, she's missing something. But it is difficult to express, as pregnant women of course want to receive more attention from the father of the baby.

“What's up? He cuek.” Patricia's heart expressed Pandu's attitude.

“What plan I don't want to raise this kid is a problem for him? Don't you know that my future is long? I don't want to end up at home being a babysitter and a poor man.” Patricia remained firm in her stance.

He made sure after giving birth would go as far as possible, organize a new life independently, could be married to a man worth it.

‘Mari Miss, we check to doctor's room.’

The nurse helps Patricia move into a wheelchair, but Pandu is silent, her hands busy scrolling through the phone screen.

The female nurse who saw him, snorted bitterly, only this time saw a cruel man like Pandu.

Arriving at the doctor's office, Patricia immediately lay down, preparing to perform an ultrasound. Knowing the condition of the baby in the womb.

From the big screen looks small baby moves quite agile, but the movement can not be felt considering the age of the womb is still very young.

Patricia and Pandu's heart rippled at their child's heartbeat, feeling warm, affectionate, protecting radiating into the chest.

The parents accidentally met each other.

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