Wife On Paper

Chapter 220 Mysterious Figure

The hours change, and the days change. Adrian is stuck in the same place, waiting for something uncertain in solitude. I hope that two people I love can live side by side, without losing one of them. In fact, no one was standing next to him. One hurt and the other hurt. How ironic.

"Good morning, sir," greeted aunt Yulia when she saw Adrian coming down the stairs.

"Morning, Bi. I'll just have coffee." Adrian took his foot into the dining room, then shifted one of his chairs and threw his butt in the seat from the gold-carved wood.

"As usual?"

"Yes, don't be too bitter."

Every morning asking the same thing, bubi Yulia hopes to get a different answer every day. But the fact is, the employer always wants the same thing.

Aunt Yulia's breath sounded. The woman who was half her life serving in the Ilyasa family, looked at the owner who seemed to lose her passion and also half her life.

For months, Adrian replaced his breakfast with a cup of black coffee mixed with a pinch of sugar. Of course it affects his stomach. But it seems Adrian is not deterred to keep consuming it.

The master who never liked the thick black drink with a soothing aroma was once, now valued the pleasure promised in each cup. Like being an opium, maybe now only a cup of black coffee that can help relieve his heart.

Sometimes he also ate a sandwich he made himself. Contains eggs and tomatoes, just as the wife used to make. It can also be calculated frequency, not every morning he devoured it.

Ara used to nag every time

Adrian had coffee. Though the man only drank milk coffee and even that can be counted with fingers. Now even though he drank bitter black coffee every morning no one scolded him. There was nothing to remind her, only occasionally she got a protest from Yulia's aunt

Really, he missed the voice of the woman.

"Master didn't have breakfast? I made you your favorite sandwich." Aunt Yulia thrust a cup of sandwiches on a plate to Adrian.

"Can. Aunty is still the most unyielding person even though almost every day I reject her." Adrian's smile was sour. The middle-aged woman whom he had considered her mother was indeed persistent in paying attention to her.

"Old yes, sir. Although it doesn't taste as good as made by Madam," always shrivelled.

The middle-aged woman was standing not far from Adrian. Waiting for her employer to finish a cupper of sandwiches that will probably be the only one to prop her stomach up until noon.

Aunt Yulia certainly still remembers a week before Ara's departure. The woman suddenly spoiled him. Leave everything including Adrian to the butler in his house. And foolishly, aunt Yulia was unaware of the madam's absurd behavior that she thought was just joking.

"Master looks a little thin. What should I answer, if Madam asks when she returns?"

The shrill voice of aunt Yulia created a faint smile on Adrian's lips.

For months it was always what Yulia's aunt said to her. Perhaps, the middle-aged woman just wanted to comfort him or whatever he thought she didn't know. But in reality, Ara had never contacted that butler at all. Especially himself.

"If he calls you, tell him. I almost died missing him" said Adrian casually. He even just nurtured his misses every day with the same expectations. He met half of his life before he called him.

"Can't you find him anywhere? I miss him too. If I ... do not want to die before meeting with Mrs Ara, sir. I was afraid of being scolded by the Big Lady, for not being able to keep her trust if she met him later."

A very silly thought, right? However, it was back to make Adrian curl his lips. "Can't you find him?" Those words were like a very subtle insinuation, to his incompetence. "I have to find him, even at my age!" adrian said in his heart.

"I'll find him, Bi. Sure is!" Adrian closed his breakfast with warm water that he never forgot.Sleaf after that the man walked up to the Eagle who was ready in his car.

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"Okay, Fatma called me. He said he had taken the children for a walk in the park with Sri. But Ms. Sri has a stomachache, until permission to go home first. And now Fatma herself."

Sinta gets a confused call from Fatma who asks the girl to catch up with her in a park not far from the orphanage. The other caretakers were busy with their respective affairs so that they could not be asked for help. The only thing that could be expected was Sinta.

"Then you go home first Sin. Help Fatma, I can go home by myself." Ara took a unilateral decision, so that all could be helped.

"No, no! Brother come home with me now. I'm worried about you going home alone. Your pregnancy has entered nine months, brother. I can't leave you." Sinta persisted. Because the girl could not bear to see Ara who walked carrying a load that looked heavy in her stomach.

"But I haven't gotten anything, just these two little socks. Clothes, gear and other gear yet, Sin. You just go home. I'm fine on my own. Let me just get in the car later, if you're worried."

"Seriously?" Ara nodded. "But the promise you have to tell me if there's anything, yeah. And the brother should be careful too. Sit down and rest first if tired, do not be forced to walk on." Sinta said the terms before leaving.

Ara showed her thumb confirming Sinta's message before leaving.

The woman went back inside the baby clothing store, after driving Sinta away on her motorcycle.

Where might Ara want to agree to Sinta's invitation to go home. Her pregnancy entered a period of nearing childbirth. While she has not had any preparation including all the equipment for her and her baby.

Ara was seen walking towards the baby clothes box in the corner of the room. Then the woman sat there, and sorted them out one by one.

This time, he felt he was in the right place. In this store, all kinds of baby needs exist. Until he doesn't have to look elsewhere. Every time you choose, the shopkeeper always asks what the gender of the baby is. And Ara just smiled and replied she did not know because indeed she never asked her obstetrician. The woman wanted to surprise herself. So she chose a neutral color for her baby.

While being busy with choosing this it was what he was going to buy, Ara did not realize there was a figure who was paying attention to him. Someone who entered right behind him, after he from outside drove Sinta earlier.

"Sorry, Sir. The mother did not know the gender of her own child. He said surprise" replied the shopkeeper, who was told by the man. And Ara did not seem suspicious at all, because it was a common question that the shopkeeper threw to his customers.

"Then, you prepare all the baby equipment that he does not buy. Choose only neutral colors, or equate with the choice of colors from other items that he bought. Choose the best. And it was my bill that settled," the man said, to a nod by the shopkeeper.

In the other corner, Ara was fond of buying a baby stroller that attracted his attention. However, a fairly high price bandrol makes it undoing. He thought, not so need to buy it, or later only if he had given birth. Because the cost of childbirth can not be a little. He really has to carefully manage his finances.

Actually he is not short of cost, but did not he have to save money. Life is still long, especially now he will be alone with his son. And of course the need will swell more than ever.

"It's good, Mom. What color do you like?I totaled all. Take it easy, our store provides free delivery of all the equipment that you buy up in front of the house," explained the shopkeeper kindly. He seemed to be able to read Ara's concussion, who imagined the hassles carrying him.

"Really, Mommy?" Ara was surprised, but happy, at least he could save money riding online, without the hassle of carrying the items he bought. Moreover, he couldn't possibly call Sinta back, because the girl also must have bothered to look after the children. "But .. next time his stroller. Sorry my money isn't enough, Ma'am."

"Yes, Mom. Its alright. Is this any more addition?" ask the shopkeeper to make sure.

"I think it's enough, Ma'am. That's all." Ara immediately walked over to the cashier to pay. "This is really yes Ma'am, delivered to the destination?" The woman made sure because of the distance of the orphanage with this baby supply store, it was quite far.

"Yes, Mom. Free and whatever far away." Maybe the shopkeeper was joking, Ara said in her heart. Wherever possible as far as anything, can lose the store. Whereas Ara does not know, free delivery services must qualify for a minimum purchase. Ara has not fulfilled it. It was all just someone's sense to smooth over his help to the woman.

"Ah .. sorry!" Accidentally, Ara stomped on someone's feet as they both stood in front of the cashier. The figure that was none other than the mysterious man only nodded in acceptance of his apology, without seeing him again.

For some reason, Ara felt familiar with her figure. Silence for a moment while thinking about it then instead made him sure. But there's no way it's him. It could be similar ... Isn't that guy? Ah ... Ara shook her own head, what was she thinking. In this world, there are many similar men. So there's no way that guy's here.

The man appears to have taken out his credit card. Without saying a word, the cashier like already knows what to do. Then after the transaction was completed, his figure immediately came out without carrying anything. It's strange! making transactions but not buying anything.

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"Your stuff is coming!" shouted Sinta who soared happy to see the box car with the name of the store he came to was stopped in the front yard of the orphanage.

From the beginning, indeed the girl was very enthusiastic to take Ara shopping. Sinta is happy with all the accessories and baby knickknacks.

Ara was still in her room. Take a break after feeling tired from shopping today. The woman hurriedly got up, after hearing the call from Sinta.

"Wow ... So many, and so good!" pekiknya joy. Ms. Fatimah who came out of her room due to the happy cry of Sinta, was also stunned to see the many items that came.

"Who's Fatma?" Ara was shocked because the item that came exceeded what she bought. He certainly has a poultice, whatever items he chose earlier.

"Baby grandpa, right? Beautiful, Brother." Girls the age of Sinta, also kissed funny dolls that were quite a lot.

"Rpa ... A minute!" call Ara to the courier who's almost done with the task.

"This is why so much? The stuff I bought wasn't this much, sir. Stroller, dolls and knickknacks this much is not mine. The baby box, as I recall did not choose this one. Maybe what I mentioned earlier, you sent me wrong." Ara pointed at foreign items that did not belong to her.

"It's really yours, Mom. With Ara's mother who addresses this orphanage, right?" Ara nodded. "That's right, all these things belong to Mom. Because our delivery today is only to this address," the courier explained. He showed a purchase note to double-check the items that must be taken down without one less.

"But really, sir. I just bought the one there, while this one doesn't belong to me." Ara staunchly refused the items she did not buy.

The courier asked for a minute to contact his supervisor at the store. Because he is only the delivery part whose job is to send only, never know anything else.

The man appeared to be approaching again after a long time talking to his boss through his cell phone.

"Mom, I'm sorry if we were surprised. It just so happened that our store was celebrating a birthday today. And we make lottery prizes for our customers. Like this surprise, for example. And among the many visitors today, it was the mother who was chosen. So we didn't send it wrong." According to the directions on the name, the courier explained at length so that the goods were not rejected.

"Year date? A prize?" The courier nodded in agreement, then left just like that, leaving Ara who still did not believe the incident just now.

"God ... Baby is very lucky. Not yet nongol already got a gift," said Sinta who was also happy with the many items given by the baby supply store. Moreover, it is very visible that the gifts are not cheap items. All of the best quality.

"This is impossible" murmured Ara softly.

"It's possible, son. Also called sustenance. I don't know when it came. d

Neither can be asked, nor can they be rejected. Be thankful" said Fatimah, patting Ara on the back and entering her room.

If it's a birthday why aren't there any decorations in front of the store? No congratulations on winning. Everything is confusing. As much as this would not fit if inserted into the room. These things were more than he had bought.

Not to mention the loss of Ara's astonishment. Suddenly the wind blew quietly, carrying a small paper similar to a greeting card, which flew until it fell on Ara's feet.

"Welcome to be a mother, be happy. Sacrifice and good deeds will always bear sweet fruit, in the end.."

_a message without a name_

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