The Woman Owns the Billionaire

Sean Light

Jova was already in her room after a long day of work taking care of the salon she owned. The woman opened the closet to take a change of clothes because she wanted to take a shower, until when the closet door opened, a box fell and almost fell on her.

Jova was so surprised when the box fell beside her that the contents of the box were now scattered on the floor. Jova's gaze was fixed on the mantle that was lying on the floor. Jova knelt down and took the coat, a dark brown-colored coat that had long since been untouched.

The coat reminded him of a man on that dark night, the man called Marcel and the only man to cover his honor.

Joya touched the coat, rubbing it gently until the memory of two years ago came to her mind.

Two years ago.

Jova was staring at the man who gave her the coat leaving her in the dark. I faintly heard the man's conversation with a man.

“What are you doing there?” ask a man who calls her Marcel.

“I just saw a cute cat,” replied Marcel in a lazy voice.

Jova felt a thump in her heart as the man who gave her the coat called himself a sweet cat.

“Your brother is angry, come in and help calm him!” the man's orders.

Jova hid near the trash, observing the back of the man who was for her so kind. The man glanced at him, before disappearing from view.

Jova left the place feeling safe and no one was looking. His legs were so limp because of fatigue and also pain in the core due to the actions of a hypersex man who continued to repeat his actions.

The bare foot kept on stepping, just as it was about to cross the road, a spotlight from the car shocked Jova. Spontaneously the woman raised her arms to close her eyes because of the glare of the lights in her eyes, the sound of a tire squeaking with asphalt that night. Jova thought she was going to die, but she wasn't.

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Jova sighed harshly after recalling the events of that night. Staring at the man's coat he never saw again because he chose to leave the city where he was born and grew up. Jova folded the coat, put it back in the box and closed it again. He could not afford to throw it away thinking if someday he wanted to thank a man who was for him very well.

The woman stepped slowly for fear of interrupting, then touched the shoulders of the sleeping middle-aged woman in a sitting position.

“Auntie, why do you sleep in a sitting position?” jova asked as the middle-aged woman woke up from her touch.

The middle-aged woman was startled, then tried to perfectly open her eyelids.

“Ah .. You turned out to be home.” The woman named Helen rubbed her eyes.

“Ya, a bit late because there were still visitors who did treatment,” replied Jova in a soft voice.

Until Jova's gaze was fixed on the baby box in the room. He walked over and then slightly lowered his head to look at the little angel who was fast asleep there.

The one-year-old baby boy slept peacefully, his tiny lips moving as if he was sipping something. Jova brought her face closer, then kissed the forehead of the son she was born about a year ago.

Helen looks at Jova who is so fond of her baby, even though Helen knows if Jova gave birth without a husband. Helen remembers very well two years ago Jova came to contract her home in a depressed condition and very quiet. Makes the woman pity to accept Jova there. Until finally a few months later, Helen knew that Jova was pregnant, to hear all the stories of Jova and make Helen so sympathetic until now.

“What is he fussing about?” jova asked, touching her baby's little finger.

The tiny baby named Sean Light never wanted Jova present in her womb. However, Jova also could not just kill the baby while in her womb, making Jova finally maintain even though the baby always reminded her of the nightmare that night.

“No,” replied Helen, "as usual, she seemed to know that her mother was busy, until she calmed down and cried when hungry.” only

Jova smiled at Helen's words, then looked back at the son she conceived and born.

“Although you once I hated your presence, but now you are my lucky angel, Sean.”