Everything For Love
Chapter 3 - The Poor Woman
"But why? I don't have time to hear the riddles. Please talk fast" Tukas Kevin ketus hear the voice of his baby sitter who is too long-winded, in conveying his purpose of contacting him.
"Mmm, little sir kept crying
Signore. I've been trying to fuck her, give her a bottle of milk, but she still won't shut up. It seems.... She misses her mother a lot Mr" the baby sitter said with a little fear in expressing his opinion.
Kevin was stunned to hear the words of the woman across there. He looked back at the tomb of the Goddess with a glare. Perhaps true, Rohan misses his mother who has left him for good. What can he do to treat his son's longing for his wife? There was obviously no way he could bring them together.
"Yes, I'll be there now. Keep Rohan until I come" Kevin said, quickly turning off his phone.
He looked back at his wife's wet grave. Actually he still really wants to be here, accompanying his wife's buried body. But he could not ignore his only son. Her seed was born from the womb of her beloved woman. Which he still has to take care of even though the woman is gone.
With a heavy heart Kevin left the place, after he kissed the tombstone eaten by his wife first.
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In a hurry to get to the apartment to meet his fussy favorite son, Kevin asks his driver to pass through the streets a bit away from the density of other vehicles, in order to avoid traffic jams.
In accordance with his master's orders, the driver named Syamsir drove his car through a paved village road that was rather quiet from a passing vehicle.
Along the way Kevin was just silently pensive, while leaning his back on the back of the car seat. Staring at the photo of his wife who became the wallpaper of his phone with a feeling of emptiness. His heart always felt slashed if he remembered the fact that now the woman was really gone.
If there was anything he could do to be able to make the Goddess return to him, he would have already done. But it's very impossible. Because it wasn't the woman herself who left him. But it was death that brought him.
In the middle of the road near the bridge, suddenly their car was blocked by a group of residents, until the driver jolted and immediately stepped on the brake pedal suddenly.
"What is Sham?" Kevin asked between annoyed and confused by the carelessness of his driver, who stopped the car abruptly.
"Sorry sir, there's a crowd ahead, and they're stopping us"
"Oh my God, this is a problem. Yes, you tried to check. I'm in a hurry" grumbled Kevin while massaging his throbbing head. The stress of losing his wife increases with the behavior of these people.
"Okay sir" Shamsir nodded, then got out of the car.
"Sorry, what's going on in the crowd?" Shamsir asked as soon as he got out of the car, and walked up to a group of people who were intercepting them.
"Sorry sir, we just want to ask for help" replied a middle-aged man representing his other colleagues.
"So, sir, we found this woman drifting in the river. The situation is very concerning. Almost his entire body was severely injured. We want to take him to the hospital so he can get help and treatment. But from then on, no vehicles passed around here. Understand, because this is the village road. This woman should get first aid immediately. So we ask you, sir, please help us to take this woman to the hospital right now" Pinta said expectantly.
"Is he still alive?" Tanya Shamsir looked at the woman with concern and doubt, if she was still living with her already terrible condition.
"Yes Sir. We checked. His breath was still there, as was his pulse" the man replied confidently.
"Mmmm.... How huh? The problem was that my employer was in a hurry" Shamsir scratched his non-itchy head.
The young man seemed worried whether or not he should help. On one side he felt like he was looking at the poor woman who had to be helped immediately. But on the other hand he is working, and can not do anything without permission from his boss.
"Yes, try me ask my employer first yes. Just a little while" Syamsir returned to his car to meet Kevin.
"Why so long? Did you know that I have to get to the apartment as soon as possible? Rohan was crying from now on. What if something happens to my son? If you have trouble telling those people to step aside, just give them the money. Or if they want to stop, just call the police. Don't waste time on trivialities" Ketus Kevin.
"Mmm, I'm sorry, sir, but those people are stopping us not to ask for money or to scuttle, but to ask for help...."
"What help?" Tukas Kevin flat.
"So, sir, they found a woman drifting in the river. They want to take him to the hospital. But these streets are pretty deserted. So they have difficulty getting a vehicle to carry the woman" Syamsir said in doubt.
"Yes already then. Put the girl in here. Go straight to the hospital. Just go through S. It's a shortcut to the hospital. And call the other driver to take me to the apartment. Tell the driver to go straight to S Street and pick me up there. You'll take care of the woman until the hospital"
"Okay sir" Shamsir nodded with a pleased heart. He knows his boss has a kind and gentle heart that still has concern for others, even though it is a stranger, despite his cold, haughty, arrogant and ambitious nature.
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Kevin arrives at his apartment escorted by his other driver, who picks him up on S Street. While Syamsir immediately took the foreign woman to the hospital, accompanied by a resident who helped find her.
True what her baby sitter said, the one-and-a-half-month-old baby continued to cry nonstop. He seems to miss his mother a lot. Mother who left him forever.
Kevin realized now, it turns out that he is not the only person who grieved because of the departure of the Goddess. But their son felt the same way. Maybe even more than him, because Rohan still desperately needs his mother at a very early age.
Although with great difficulty, Kevin finally managed to calm the baby. A few hours later he brought his son back to his house. Arriving home, Kevin told his baby sitter to bring and put Rohan to sleep in his nursery.
He himself went to his room. Room that holds many memories of the Goddess. As well as being a place where his wife was persecuted and eliminated very cruelly.