The Trap My Stepmother

CHAPTER 67 Hard Headed

In the morning, Pandu faithfully accompanies the mother of her baby. He still opens wide the offer of marriage, living together the three in a circle of affection.

Honestly, the feeling of affection for Patricia was already there before the Young Miss was pregnant with her child, but because of their different status caused Pandu's guts to shrink and bury the feeling.

Now with the presence of the baby, Pandu hope Patricia can receive it freely. Moreover, showing care and care, like a husband who loves him.

“Eat a lot more!” the voice of Pandu so gently swept over Patricia Jansen's hearing.

While the person who was spoken just looked at the tray containing rice and various vegetables and side dishes. Hospital food does not fit on Patricia's tongue, it is better for her to fast. Moreover, written memo paper, encouraging appetite to channel nutrients to the baby.

“I'm full. You are the one who eats. Thank you.” Ketus Patricia, he's not comfortable being this close to Pandu. I want to cut off contact right now. Keep your distance as far as possible.

“You are not curious our boy or girl?” trying again to communicate, breaking down the solid wall of the ice barrier. For whom else if not a tiny baby who is struggling accompanied by many tools.

Patricia snorted, the tail of her eyes glancing sharply. Clucking in heart, “Can-can he say our son smoothly without a hitch. After spending time with another woman last night. What kind of father are you Pandu.”

“She's your son.” Patricia replied so straightforwardly not thinking about the feelings of the man by her side.

Helaan breath sounds heavy from Pandu's lips, he swallowed the saliva forcibly. His son is still not recognized by his own mother.

Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, bloodless wounds that Pandu felt. Is that what Patricia hates about him? Can't accept a little creature that's been growing for eight months in her womb?

“Whatever you refuse, he's still our son. Your blood and mine flowed there. He's a boy, nose, lips and eyeball color just like you, his mother. None of them are the same as me.” Pandu explained the physical characteristics of his little son.

“Oh” response Patricia paid no heed to anything. Trying to close your ears, just in case. Fear of falling into an uncertain feeling to the point of hurting yourself.

“I bribe again. Sister said, breastfeeding schedule 30 minutes from now, there is still time.” Forced Pandu, fought for his son's rights.

This is the reason for not having a relationship or putting your heart on high social-caste women. Most of them must have considered a poor man like him. Pandu is just an ordinary person, does not have a luxury house let alone a palace.

To live alone must struggle, plus the medical costs of the sister who soared. But thanks to the help of Lewis Jansen, very helped, his sister got health insurance even though there is still a limit of use.

He is not a driver who is seen by some people, but Patricia still considers him a useless man. Approaching Young Miss Jansen only to obtain abundant treasures.

The Guide's hand held tightly to the spoon, right in front of Patricia's lips. But the woman dodged, throwing her face in the opposite direction.

“I'm full.” Patricia said firmly, gulping down a quarter bottle of water, then laying down. Backing Pandu, trying as hard as possible to set his goals.

“Do not waver Patricia.” Inner calls.

“Yes already if you refuse, I want to see our son first. In a moment Mrs Alana comes, hopefully she can change your stubborn decision.” Said Pandu, standing on his back to Patricia Jansen.

Sure enough, Alana entered the room. Smile brightly and cheerfully, bringing fruits and gifts for baby boys. “Patricia you are awake. Sorry last night Aunt came home, hospital policy, patient waiter should not be more than two people.”

Patricia's forehead shriveled thinking. Turned over and looked at Alana. “Two people?”

“Now where is Brother Lewis?” tanya Patricia circulated the view to the corner of the VVIP room.

Alana just moved a shoulder in response, not knowing where the former lover who remained loved went.

The two engaged in a serious conversation regarding the move Patricia would take after the hospital. Alana slowly seduces, persuading Patricia not to leave her baby.

Sure enough that in the heart of a mother must love her child. Alana's lips smiled knotly as Patricia wavered.

The young mother was stunned, her eyes straight ahead, imagining herself taking care of her baby. Plus Pandu's explanation, if the baby is in intensive care. It requires touch, support and affection Patricia.

“But ... I don't want to live with Pandu.” It flows in the heart.

But young Patricia, adamant on ego stance. He shook his head.

The nurse came into the room, carrying a wheelchair to help Patricia breastfeed her baby. Again there was only rejection, he was afraid that he would really not be able to leave after seeing his flesh-blood face.

“Why? He's your son. Having the right to receive affection, he was not wrong whatsoever. Do not regret after the loss. Being a mother is a great pride for women.” Imbuh Alana sat on the edge of the bed.

“A-aku .. Aunt__” Patricia looked at Alana, expecting one hug.

Yes Alana understood then clutched tightly to the nephew who was confused thinking about his future.

Patricia shrank snot then said very softly, “Guide, she …. Already have a future wife, I can't possibly ruin it Auntie. Maybe I can accept the child I gave birth to, he has promised but what about his girlfriend?”

It is very regretful to have refused the offer of Pandu to marry, should in early pregnancy accept the proposal of the man. He should not have gone into the profession because of a driver. Now Patricia regrets ignoring the father of her child.

Rice has become porridge. It is better to step back than to go forward and hurt another woman, he really does not want to be the third person in a happy relationship. Quite once he expects, even plans to ruin the love story of a pair of humans love each other.

“You know where it is from? Aunty thinks Pandu is still single. Aunty never saw him with another woman, he was always busy and drowned with work. You don't believe gossip, without any proof.” Alana was convincing.

Patricia looked up, and looked at Alana. “I called Pandu last night. She ... her phone was picked up by another woman. Aunt can imagine two adults being in the same place for what?”

“Hopefully the woman can accept my son. Because I can't raise her.” Patricia sobbed, too easily overpowered by unclear thinking.

Hormonal changes postpartum add to the head. “I'm sure Aunt. Can you get out of here now? From next week, I will be living in Singapore. There is one apartment unit relic Daddy.”

Alana snorted bitterly because the attitude of Debby Jansen was markedly decreased in Patricia. He refused to help because it was impossible to leave the hospital after undergoing surgery without the approval of a doctor.

TB

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