The Winged Angel

Chapters. 85

The woman with hair on the pedestal looked at the young man in front of her in astonishment. Who is he,? Her thought. For a moment he did not recognize, after the young man again called her by the name of mother, one name flashed in his mind.

" Dean,?"said doubt.

Dean, whose feelings had arisen, immediately hugged the woman warmly.

"Yes, mother. This is Dean" he replied in a trembling voice.

The woman's cry instantly broke, she returned the young man's warm embrace while gently rubbing his back.

"Oh my God, my son. Long time no mother has seen you," said the woman.

A few moments later they broke down the embrace. Look at each other with glassy eyes. The woman called the Mother rubbed the head of the young man whom she had considered her own child.

"The mother thought she would never see you again, the last time you were here was Junior High" Mother said with a bright mind at the time.

" I'm sorry, Dean mom, Dean should have been visiting mom a lot, "sorry Dean.

Mother smiled as she rubbed Dean's arm. 

" Let's go in, let's talk inside" said Mother.

Dean nodded, they walked hand in hand into the parlour. The boys continued playing.

Dean's arrival was warmly welcomed by everyone in the parlor. Who would have thought that the red baby that his mother left a few years ago had transformed into a handsome young man.

Dean talked at length about his life after being adopted by his adoptive family. Dean also recounted the bad things he had been through lately.

"Don't blame your adoptive mother too much, maybe she panicked and didn't know how to do it" Mother said after hearing Dean's story.

Dean just sighed softly. 

"Go home, talk good. Maybe they can understand."

"Not for now mother, I will go home after mama retracts all her words. After he apologized and realized his mistake,"

"For tonight, may I stay here. Tomorrow I'll be back in town" Dean said.

"Why not, this place is always open for you," replied the Mother with a smile.

***

Because the condition of the grandmother is getting better finally today he was allowed to go home. After taking care of everything, Dea and her grandmother and Sifa left the hospital. Dea hired a taxi to drive them home.

"Grandmother rest in the room" Dea said as they reached home. 

Grandma nodded.

"Let me drive," Sifa pushed Grandma into her room.

While Dea heads to the kitchen, check the refrigerator looking for what she can cook for today.

"What are you doing, then,?"sifa asked, seeing that Dea looked busy.

"Look, I'm not cooking, I'm gonna make a lathe for grandma,"

Sifa mangosteen - mangosteen pay attention to Dea. He sat at the dinner table, his eyes following Dea's every move making Dea uneasy and irritated.

"If you don't want to help, you better go to your room" Dea said.

Sifa snorted, she got up towards the sink and washed the dishes.

"He doesn't have a girlfriend, does he,?"tanya Sifa interrupted her activities.

Dea stopped her hand movements for a moment, she turned to Sifa who seemed to be playing the dishwashing soap foam.

"Not that you already have the number, just ask the person directly," Dea replied.

"If she had a boyfriend I wouldn't call her first, you'd know something, wouldn't you,?"

"I don't know" Dea replied briefly.

Hearing that Sifa snorted, she threw the dishwasher sponge into the sink and washed her hands.

"Why is it not resolved" asked Dea.

"Lazy, you go,"

Sifa turned her body and left the kitchen. Dea could only sigh and throw it rough. 

Grandma's room door was wide open, it looked like Sifa was stomping on Grandma's feet.

"Sir, I'll be back this afternoon" Dea said standing in the doorway.

Grandma did not answer immediately, she asked Sifa to stop spitting her legs.

"Grandmother is not healed yet you are leaving" replied Sifa.

"I've only been working two weeks, where maybe I'm applying for leave so soon. Grandma looks better, anyway,"

Dea stepped inside to get closer to grandma's bed.

"I'm sorry, I have to go back" Dea said.

Grandma took a long breath.

"Yes, take good care of yourself" replied the grandmother later.

Dea took Grandma's hand and kissed the back of the old woman's hand. When Dea was going to say goodbye to Sifa, the girl looked up.

"Please take care of Grandma, if there's anything, call me,"

Sifa did not answer.

"I'm leaving, Assalamualaikum,"

"Walaikumsalam,"sahut granny.

Dea left home with uncertain feelings, actually he could not leave his grandmother who still did not really recover. But he had no choice. Given his debt to Dion so much, how would he pay it all if he got fired from his job.

***

Dea's rather different appearance makes him the center of attention in the office. For two weeks, he wore the same suit every day. That is a white long-sleeved shirt shirt paired with black cloth trousers. But today Dea looks different by wearing a knee-length skirt showing her tie feet with a soft pink blouse top. The girl looked fresher and also prettier.

"Will he seduce Bagas sir,?"whispered Tika to Sari as she looked at Dea's appearance.

"Not that he looks much better than usual," replied Sari as it is. Tika.

Dea's different appearances also get the attention of Dean as they go out as usual.

"Why are you wearing a skirt,?"dea asked from head to toe.

"Why is that, then,?"

"Your job isn't sitting in the office, how would you dance in a skirt like that,"

Seeing Dean so upset made Dean frown.

"Why do you look so upset, I can sit sideways" Dea replied.

"Aren't you aware that everyone is watching you,?"

Dea rubs shoulders uncaring mark. He also had to wear a skirt because his pants had not been washed.

Dean is getting upset over Dea's indifference. Somehow he did not like when there were male employees who looked at Dea with sparkling eyes.

"Why are you still standing there,?"Dean's jolt saw Dea flinch on the spot as he climbed onto the bike.

"Why is he suddenly fierce," muttered Dea as he stepped closer.

Apparently wearing a skirt is not a good thing, Dea feels uncomfortable sitting sideways on the bike. He also refused to hold on to Dean. Somehow he also felt Dean was carrying a little speeding bike.

At a junction. A car grazed them, causing both to fall. Suddenly the streets got stuck. Some people were seen approaching Dea and Dean to help them.

"Dea, you okay, okay,?"dean asked frantically to help the girl stand up. Dea crimped to hold the pain in his feet and hands. His face was also pale from shock.

Dea's feet and hands were blisters. Dean did not get any injuries, meaning only scratches on the back of his hand.

The middle-aged man behind the wheel of the car grazing Dean's motorbike gasped in shock. Hands shaking. The long barbed horn behind him made him panic even more. After neutralizing his heartbeat, he got out of the car. 

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