Widow Pellets Teaser

Ep 135s

...Maybe you don't have to admit to me. There is no need to acknowledge everything we have been through. Because, the Wall will only be mute. The sky will never speak. Only your conscience can speak. Is he your son? ask your own heart....

..._Santi_'s chat...

...Take responsibility according to their ownership....

..._Eouny Jeje_'s chat...

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Santi sat behind the driver's seat. He was seen cradling the baby in his arms, and repeatedly closing his eyes because of his heartbreak. Not where he's going? He wants to meet the man who has become the biological father for Rakha.

"Sir, please deliver to Bintan's apartment."

The driver nodded his head, and ran the car towards Bintan's apartment.

Thirty minutes later ....

With many doubts it was like a lightning bolt with a rumbling sound that filled Santi's entire chest cavity. Santi looked agitated at the door of the elevator lobby.

Looking at Rakha's face. The tiny baby's tongue looks licked its own lips. Rakha just finished breastfeeding. Santi wiped the water that was seen around the tiny lips. Rakha looks comfortable and sleeps quickly because his stomach is full of milk.

"Will Bintan admit it?"

Dup!Dup!Dup!

Santi bit his own lips. It was as if it had bitten his heart to stop beating fast. The heart beat was like running a marathon to reach the finish line.

"May she admit it."

Santi escapes through the elevator door. Pressing the floor number of Bintan's apartment. The numbers are rolling up so fast.

Ting! Elevator door opens.

Santi stepped out. Just walked out of the elevator line. He was rigidly standing in the middle of the corridor that connected him to Bintan's apartment room.

Santi's pair of eyes patterned with beams of water that filled the surface of his eyeballs. He looked at the apartment. The room that bears silent witness to his presence that comes only to touch the skin.

"Was the wall able to speak my witness?"

Santi swallowed the bile. Ever since his stomach had bulged, he had never seen the shaman again. Santi looked down at the face of the little baby in his arms.

"At least your father knows who you are."

Santi walked towards Bintan's apartment room. After reaching the front door of the apartment room. Santi's breathing looks chasing each other. Her chest looks like a flower. The air in the chest is thinning. Stuffy. Very restless.

Santi closed his eyes. Then, press the bell. His entire body was able to support his feet standing upright on the floor. However, his heart had indeed moved under the sole of his own feet. It hurts so much, it's stepping on its own heart.

Cret!

The door is wide open.

The man looked pale-faced looking at Santi's presence. His pair of fists were surprised by the tiny figure in the woman's sling.

"What's wrong?" bintan asked as if he had just met Santi for the first time. Sound's flat. As if to immediately enter the shell, see the figure of a small red-skinned baby who was asleep in the arms of a woman who had been his bed partner.

Santi steadied his heart. Seemed confused sorting out the word. Then, he lowered his face as deeply as possible. The baby's face shook his entire chest, in order to shout out immediately.

"His name is Al Rakha," Santi finally blew in a low voice.

Bintan seemed to be asleep for a while. He only stared blankly for a moment. Then, commenting in praise, "A very good name. May your son be as his name implies."

"Our son," Santi corrected in a hasty tone.

The deg! Bintan's heartbeat slumped to the floor. He seemed lifeless for a moment. His breath suddenly disappeared. Everything looks dark for a while.

"You kidding? It's ridiculous!" said Bintan who then retreated from the line of the door. He twisted his athletic body, walked towards his living room, and dropped his butt on the sofa.

Many doubts and disappointments followed Santi. In fact, Bintan's disbelief was as if lightning had shot Santi in the head. Santi stood stiff, as if he had become a frozen mummy at the door.

"Come in!" the man's cry from within, woke Santi from the void. Issue a little courage, which leads him every step of his foot to meet the man.

"What's your evidence?" one simple question is like a bullet that goes into Santi's oral cavity right now. He lost all his words to answer.

The man with all his hospitality was suddenly frozen cold, every wrinkle of his facial detail was seen investigating the woman who suddenly came carrying the tiny red-skinned figure.

"Can you explain? Who were you and I that night?"

Santi was frozen. The bullet seemed so sharp it was piercing the larynx of his throat. It hurts so much to say. Just silence as his choice at this moment.

"I'll help you remember. You came because you wanted the love of your husband who loved another woman. You want to give him a descendant. However, that man is unable to touch you. You call him impotent."

"Then you came begging me. Ask for a fetal manifestation!"

Bintan stopped his sentence. Right now, he felt lost to continue his sentence again.

I am unable to perform the manifestations of the fetus in a supernatural way. Satan's way. I'm just a fake shaman. Of course, that's my son.

"Do you know? Could the manifestation of your neighbor's fetus have worked? So the baby is not mine!"

Santi shook his head, "When I was pregnant. My neighbor's still pregnant. She first gave birth to a princess. How could you call this a supernatural manifestation!"

Plakkkp!

Bintan gets slapped on those words.

"I'm just in touch with you! Can you believe it?"

The deg!

Bintan held his breath in. His heart had been trampled at this moment. So hurt.

Santi walked closer. Then, get on the man's side. Santi dropped his leg knees on the floor, bringing Rakha's tiny figure closer under the umbrella of Bintan's face.

"Look at him for a second. Your lips can be dodged. However, conscience will not be wrong."

Bintan's turn mute as deeply as possible immersed in a long silence, with each eyeball aiming at a small figure under the umbrella of his face.

"What does your conscience say?" santi asked with her trembling voice.

"Maybe you don't have to admit to me. There is no need to acknowledge everything we have been through. Because, the Wall will only be mute. The sky will never speak. Only your conscience can speak. Is he your son? ask your own heart."

Bintan swallowed his saliva. His pair of eyes stared at the details of each sculpture of a tiny face under his eyes. There was clearly a resemblance of him there. His conscience kept screaming for justice for what he had passed with Santi. Even if everything looks silent. However, his conscience continued to rebel speaking.

He's my son. What am I supposed to do?

"I'm leaving. I just let you see your son for a second."

Santi stood up.

Bintan squeezes his fingers. Dare not lift his face for a moment. Until finally, he lifted his entire gaze before Santi passed through the door line of his apartment.

"Wait!"

Santi stopped at the door line. He wiped his tears in a hurry.

"What do you want?" ask Bintan.

"Nothing I want. I just came to fulfill your wish. If you ask me to leave. Then I'll go and never come back. If you ask me to stay, I'll be very grateful. Demi Al Rakha's. Not for my sake. Not for your sake. For the sake of God. How should parents avoid it?"

Santi held back his sob. All his lungs had rippled out wanting to cry.

Demi Al Rakha's. For the sake of God.

Bintan swallowed all the arrogance. He lowered his head as he might stare at the floor. As if embarrassed, if you have to keep avoiding.

"I'm just a regular guy. Not comparable to Sadewa. Are you sure you want to be with me?" Bintan stood up and walked over to Santi.

Santi turned his body, "I told you. I came just to fulfill your wish. Not my wishes. I just need a backrest."

Bintan approached and hugged Santi, "I'll take responsibility" whispered Bintan.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Finally Santi found his happiness! Santi's story ends here huh! Don't ask where Santi is and miss Santi what else. Because Santi has closed the story until this ep.

...🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰...

Author: Sadewa aren't you jealous? Santi is getting married again!

Sadewa : 😏

Author: You don't want to marry again?

Sadewa : 😏

Author: Don't send that emot! Your love fate in my hands ❗

Sadewa: I can ask the entire demo reader if my life story is sad! I burned your stall, even your account money I forfeited! ready to die of hunger!?️

Author: Brutal nian ❗😭