The Trap My Stepmother

CHAPTER 66 Hold on

A man who had just finished taking a bath, his hair was still wet with a shower of water. After shampooing walk casually approached the young girl who looked fragile and pale.

The girl looked seriously at the smartphone, suddenly her phone connection was cut off without knowing who was contacting her at night. His forehead shriveled due to the panicked and moaning sounds caught clearly the sense of hearing.

“Who?” tanya Pandu stalling palms asking for her phone.

“I don't know, Brother. A woman, is it possible Boss, Pandu Brother? Looks like she's in pain.” Said Pandu's sister who just got out of the hospital.

“Where Brother see, don't-don't be a prankster, Dik.” The guide checks the data of the last call.

His sister's head poked from the side watching the movements of Pandu's thumb. “True, there is no name.”

Pandu keeps watching, trying to remember. The string of numbers was very familiar and his heart mentioned one name. “Patricia.”

A handful of muscles in the chest cavity feel unsettled, as if threatened something unclear. Scouts rushed to the room, wearing full clothes. She believes that Patricia, the mother of her child, needs her most.

“Dik, Brother go first. Lock the door yes.you do not stay up, go to sleep!” pandu's message to his sister, considering the young girl has a history of very worrying diseases.

This cold night, Pandu broke the stretch of the capital city road.  The house is quite far from the Jansen residence. So the right foot does not stop stepping on the gas pedal, and the left foot always maintains the balance of the clutch rhythm so that the car engine does not die suddenly.

“Waiting Patricia.” Lirih Pandu mixed with despair.

Instantly he tried to call Young Master Jansen, as only the man was Pandu's hope of helping Patricia, should anything happen.

But, dear, the sky willed another. Repeatedly Guide the phone, connected but still the same. No response from Lewis Jansen. I don't know where the boss went.

Pandu's lips continue to recite prayers, he hopes Patricia and her baby are in good shape. Trying to get rid of negative thoughts that continue to stick.

Finally Pandu breathed a little relieved after successfully entering the high fence of his Boss' house. He was greeted by the butler who suddenly woke up to the presence of guests.

“What Miss Patricia is there? How is he doing?” tanya Pandu is fiery.

“Nona in room, after dinner immediately rest.” Answer the old Chief Servant.

“If Mr. Lewis, yes as usual stalking Mrs Alana, maybe the morning just come home.” He added, explaining the position of Lewis Jansen.

“Can you take me to Miss Patricia's room?” Pandu pleaded, for whatever sake he was currently trembling.

The butler nodded

head, step first set foot on the first rung of stairs. Up above, knock gently on Patricia Jansen's room door.

“Nona, have you slept? Pandu. Miss?” Call the butler.

“Open it!” said Pandu because he did not hear any answers from inside the room.

Slowly the door began to open, little by little revealed the contents of the room that was so spacious, elegant, feminine and fragrant flowers of course. Pandu remembers the beautiful and sad night with Patricia, the body scent that made him addicted.

When the two men were wide open, Patricia lay on the carpet, her head slightly bent on the wall. Wet and flooding around it.

“Patricia?” Pandu immediately carried a small body wrapped in this home dress. Patricia was indeed a big pregnant but her body was thin, the cheekbones were very clearly prominent. Too much burden to think about.

“Hold Patricia.”

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Pandu walked back and forth unsettled, because the woman was inside the operating room. According to the doctor, surgery should be done. Patricia is unconscious, normal labor is difficult. In addition, the baby's weight that is far from the word is quite a concern for doctors.

“If it is not late.” The word Pandu expresses the pain of heart.

Waiting for more than 30 minutes, the nurse came out carrying the baby in a special cot. “Please come with us, Sir. This baby needs his guardian.”

Both of Pandu's thick black beads glazed, his son successfully born safely. Even though his body is so small and thin. Breathing violently.

“Myk.” Lirih Pandu, stepping in the footsteps of the sisters.

He signed a number of consent letters, in order to provide maximum care to the newly born red baby.

“Umm ... nurse, can I hug her?” as a father, his greatest desire is to embrace, to kiss, to keep the baby from all distractions.

But the nurse refused Pandu's request, because the baby must be immediately paired with special tools, in order to survive in the world.

Pandu lamented his descendants, cries blaring in the room. The baby is uncomfortable with a few hoses and wires attached to a small, fragile body.

“Honey, I promise to take care of you and Mom. We can definitely live happily dear.” Hope Pandu is not grandiose. His son, his baby must get complete affection from both parents.

After completing some of the baby's needs, Scout out waiting for Patricia in front of the operating room. She was not alone, as Alana Pattinson arrived first while holding hands together, wishing her niece well.

A few meters away, Lewis Jansen sat with his head. His eyes were staring at the hospital ceiling. Getting word from the butler that Patricia gave birth, the handsome man like a Greek God left his activities to observe Alana.

Lewis, however, feels responsible for all of this, because of his mistake. Indirectly make Patricia pregnant and difficulty facing the evil of her life. Until his cousin's brother got depressed got a lot of public blasphemy, abandoned close friends and forced to take a semester off, postponed college.

Pandu chose to approach Lewis, saluted him and bowed slightly. “Thank you Mr.”

“He's my family too. Your son is healthy?” lewis asked, saying the word child, his wishful thinking continues to revolve in the past.

If only the seeds had survived, Alana would have given birth to her flesh and blood by now. Because the age of Patricia content is not much different from Alana.

“Our son got treatment in the NICU room, Sir. Can I ask for help? I do not have enough money, if you want to give a loan, I promise to pay it__”

Not done Talk guide, Lewis Jansen cut first. “What are you talking about. He's niece. Don't think about hospital costs. Now focus on being a good father. The child has lost affection since in the stomach.”

“I'm out for a bit.” Lewis stood up and turned his head for a while, his gaze met Alana's caramel brown eyes. Without smiling, walk away. No more expecting anything but waiting for the time to answer everything.

If Alana is indeed his match, then Lewis is happy to devote himself to the woman, a soulmate that can not be replaced by any woman.

But the fact clearly speaks that Alana refuses to return, because the past that stretches blocking the love of the two is united to form future happiness.

While Alana did not respond to Lewis' meaningless gaze, her heart was already frozen. Too many wounds that hurt the heart.

TB

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holaaaa sorry yes disappeared a day due to unhealthy condition 🙏