Forbidden Passion My Father's Wife
Roy's request

The file hugged by Yura already represented the answer for Roy. The man's body instantly squeezed even the towel he was holding fell from his hand.

If he had felt better, now he found out that Yura already knew everything, making Roy's body petrified there only able to see the cry of the girl who was currently staring at him.

Yura put down the map and then rushed to hug Roy, crying in the arms of the man until he returned to wet the clothes he had just replaced.

"Om please, don't cry. If you're like this, Om's getting convinced that Om won't have much time left. Shouldn't you be giving me spirit as a wife?" said Roy who managed to raise his hand and rubbed Yura's back begging that the girl stop her sobs.

Yura. What her husband said was right. It was not the time that she was weak, crying over her living husband. Instead, he should encourage Roy.

Slowly, Yura walked towards the side of the bed, helping Roy to sit down. Both take time for each of them to be able to calm their feelings first.

"Why are you keeping this a secret? If indeed in Singapore can not be cured, why not try to Europe, Om?" Yura broke the silence, she tried to be calmer and not cry as they discussed the matter.

"It's been, since 3 years ago, but still no results" replied Roy. "And Om please do not look at Om with such a pitiful look. Everyone dies, just a different time. Om does not want to think about death when it comes to approaching Om's life, the most important thing right now is to live this life as well as possible," roy slapped the back of Yura's folded hand over her thigh.

Yura was surprised to hear Roy's reply. Three years ago? This means that the man knew about his illness long before they were married.

"Can you answer one of my questions?" ask Yura.

"What's that?"

"Why did Om marry me?"

Roy doesn't know what to say. He took a sip of air into his body, then turned his head towards Yura.

"I've seen you, twice on the street when you were SPG cigarettes and offered it to people back then. Nothing interests me because you, like some of SPG's other friends, went to sell cigarettes to some of the guys you met. Until one day, when we met back on the highway, something caught my eye. Your half-hearted gaze did the job, then when there was a man who tried to touch you, you firmly refused to even slap him. It makes me believe that you're different from most SPGs."

Roy stopped for a moment. He tried to hold more air in his lungs.

"Because of my illness, one day Niko gave advice to find a servant who could take care of me. Then I suddenly thought of you and asked Niko to find information about you. Since then I decided to protect and help you by making you my wife because if I asked you to be my personal servant, your life would be made difficult by Erlang, who thought you were just teasing me," he continued smiling bitterly.

Yura who heard only sobbed. The greater the guilt because he had betrayed Roy, even though the man was sincere to him from the beginning.

"Thank you, Om," she whispered. He was so embarrassed to remember that he had once thought of a dirty way to trap Roy into admitting the child in his stomach.

"When I said that we did that night, why didn't Om deny it right away?" yura asked hesitantly.

Hearing Yura's question, Roy frowned while looking at Yura's face. Started to guess whether the girl had...

Yura understood Roy's gaze as if wanting to find out why he was throwing such a question at her right now.

"Where did you keep the file I asked you to keep?" asked Roy ignoring Yura's question.

Nervously, Yura raised her hand and index finger towards the bottom drawer. A little bit of Roy's suspicion was answered. His body's getting limp. He did not want all of his dark secrets to be known by Yura at the same time.

However, he could not scold the girl. He asked her to keep the file. Yura just picked the wrong drawer until she managed to find something that Roy had kept for years.

Roy restored his hair and covered his face with both hands, trying to calm his heart. Will it be time that the secret he has been planting has to come to the surface?

"I'm sorry, Om. I accidentally saw it and my curiosity made me read all the files there. I know I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry, Om. But I promise, I'll never say anything and to anyone" he said, pulling Roy's hand and clasping tightly to make sure that the man's secret was safe with him.

"That's it. It can't turn you on completely. Perhaps this too has been the destiny and the Almighty's will that all this must be revealed. All this time my chest was so claustrophobic and now that you know it, at least I feel that there is someone I can trust," she replied trying to smile, and gently patted Yura's hand.

Roy's kindness is as big as the ocean. Yura came back stunned and so respectful towards the man. With hesitation, but still he did, Yura leaned her head on Roy's shoulder. He was so moved to gain such great trust from the man.

Should Yura also reveal her secret? Tell Roy about the father of the child he's carrying right now? Nah! It doesn't seem like a good time.

That fact will further hurt Roy and feel wasted. At least let Roy live, Yura accompanied the man sincerely in return for the good that Roy had done for him.

Yura will think of him as the father who saved him from Kamsa's evil deeds.

Even if not to Roy, Yura was sure that her aunt would sooner or later sell it to the striped-nose man. At least marrying Roy made her a place and a respectable woman, and one thing is for sure her son can grow up comfortably as a member of this family.

Perhaps this was the fate that Yura had to live. He would never tell Erlang, that the child in the womb was the flesh blood of the man. Let his son's last name forever be remembered as the son of Roy Hendardi.

"Please promise, don't tell Erlang about this fact. When I'm gone, my lawyer will tell him everything. And when I'm gone, you should be able to be a strong woman, protect your son from the bad guys. I will divide my treasure for you and Erlang, "Roy stares away at the window of his room.