The Trap My Stepmother

CHAPTER 70 Improving the Situation

Pandu looked up at Patricia's sweat-filled face, anxiety clear and unshackled. “Dia...” point Patricia again towards NICU room. “All right? Say Pandu! You have a mouth, why silence? What's the function for if you just shut up?”

I don't know, his tongue is numb, not moving at all or showing the answer to the deepest wound of what he saw a few minutes ago. It is not an expected situation. The lips of the Guide are tightly locked, clinging to each other, no gaps in between.

“Ish, are you gemana anyway? No use.” Patricia snapped no more care in the hospital hallway, attracting the attention of people around, whispering scornful because she did not know the rules, just stupid.

“Master?”

All attention was diverted to the nurse, popping his head from behind the glass door, a twinkle of relief instantly appeared.

“Master, your baby.” Deuteronomy.

But the man who was already heartbroken was not tasteful to realize let alone look at the face of the nurse, unable to enter the treatment room. Wh-wh-what for? Take care of the baby's body? Can you ask someone else for help? Surely can.

While the young mother stomped her feet in front of Pandu, regrettably because there was no movement whatsoever to respond to the nurse's call.

“Sa-my ib .. wa-guardian also.” Shouted Patricia with both feet immediately stepped forward in a hurry. His chest was pounding irregularly as it first entered the sterile room with plenty of space and special equipment.

“Sorry.” He is inwardly aware of foolishness and adores self-selfishness.

The weak body in that shining glass box, opened its eyes slowly. As if her vision was clear, she knew that her mother, the woman who had given birth to her, had her heart come to visit.

Doctors and nurses began to conduct further examinations, as the condition improved on the indicator screen, indicating that the baby was in high spirits.

Patricia cried as she pleased, her hands clinging to the partition. Looking at a tiny face smaller than a baby his age. “You must be strong. M-mo-mommy is here for you. From now on we are together ya.”

Patricia's body trembled violently crying for her son inside. She is indeed not a good mother, ignoring the baby, even since it is known to exist in the womb. Feeling guilty, once tried to eliminate the presence of one life to cover up disgrace.

Maybe if it was done, yesterday. Now and in the future will surely regret prolonged.

It's never too late to start from zero, is it?

The doctor came out of the ward, also happy because the source of the encouragement of small creatures has come. Then provide an explanation of the latest conditions and what steps will be taken in the future to accelerate recovery.

After knowing and making sure everything is okay. Patricia came out of the room, greeted by Alana and Lewis who looked compact like a couple, but not with Pandu.

Unknowingly Lewis expresses his pleasure, embraces Alana's shoulder, takes her into a hug. The moment of yearning to hold tightly to the ex-lover who is still settled in the heart.

“Ma-sorry.” Nervous Lewis, because it got a push from Alana's hand, intervened to stay away and not touch

Instantly Pandu approached, splitting the former pair in front of him. “Our son is fine? You're not lying, are you?”

Patricia nodded quickly, she squandered around to embrace Pandu, transmitting happiness. This woman also stood on her tiptoes while whispering. “I want. I want to marry you, live three. Sorry late.”

Sontak Pandu fell silent, surprised by the answer that was highly anticipated since months ago. “You're serious? We marry as soon as.”

**

Two weeks later Patricia and Pandu formalized their commitment, legally recorded. They visit Baby P every day. Kompak provides support as a parent.

Patricia is no longer ashamed to have a husband, but the man is also a hard worker. Although it is now still contracting the house, it is fine as long as it is livable.

Trying to accept the situation and correct the mistake, that's what Patricia did. If he avoids going to Singapore, it can certainly invite new problems that are more complex.

Now the goal is only one, live straight, be a good mother and the perfect wife for Pandu. Not a loser running away.

Alana and Lewis each find their way. Lewis is urged to have offspring by the elders, but does not bother because of his love only for Alana.

Alana chose the status of a widow until the end of her life.

 

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