Happy Ending's
Chapter 53: Jenifer is Back

Keyla can't get away from Darrel. The man really ... How do you say it? Noughtful and angry who blend into one. That's why the power is so great.

Are you willing to hold this one?

The woman stroked Darrel's broad shoulders and slowly walked down her chest, which stood out from a tight white shirt that showed her body shape. Keyla's fingers twisted right on her chest and twisted using her thumb and index finger. At the same time, the man shrieked and removed his lips.

"Why do you like molesting me in this section?" darrel and Keyla's protest just ignored him.

"You like to kiss me? Am I your lover? Your fianc? Your wife? We are only strangers, Mr. Darrell Douglas!" Keyla lifted the cardboard and leftovers off the table and threw them into the trash.

"You are the mother of my son." Darrell answered casually. Lifting two dirty glasses off the table and overtaking Keyla to the kitchen.

"really? I never remember ever giving birth to your child. The father of my son is Stevan Antonius and he's dead."

Darrel took a breath then sat on the sofa after putting the glass into the sink. "Let's get married." Hearing Darrel's words, Keyla put down the glass she was washing and ran towards the man.

"Is marriage a toy to you?" keyla asked around with her hands still wet.

"Give me a chance, Key. You must know the reason why you want you to stay in Paris."

"If I had known from the beginning, I would have rejected it."

"Do you hate me so much?" tanya Darrel stared fixedly at the face of Keyla who was standing.

"Yes. Ihate you. You're the one who ruined our marriage" Keyla replied softly and her tears almost broke. In a hurry he turned and climbed the stairs to his room. The opening of the window of the room inhaled the air of Paris at night. The Eiffel Tower was captured by its neutrals. Also the flow of the Seine river that stretches along the city with flickering lights.

"Keyla!" darrel shouted as he managed to climb the stairs and caught up with Keyla in his room.

"What's wrong?" The woman turned to the door that was opened intentionally. Staring at Darrel with soft eyes.

"Give me a chance once again."

"I'll think about it" Keyla replied lightly and then turned back to look at the glitter of the lamp before her.

Drrrt .. drrrttt .. Darrel mobile phone vibrates.

"Hello, Margaret?"

"Darrell! My son is in the hospital. Can you come here?"

"Hmmm. Okay. Send me the address."

"Is it from your boyfriend?" keyla asked without looking at the man behind her in a jealous tone.

"My friend is in the hospital. Will you come with me?"

Out of curiosity who her ex-husband's friends are, Keyla agrees.

"Wait for me in front. I'll get the car keys."

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"Darrell!" margareth shouted as he saw his friend from a distance. He was waiting in front of the hospital room.

"What's wrong with your son? And why your face?" tanya Darrel held Margaret's tearful shoulders. His face was blue as if he had been hit by someone.

So, this is his friend? What is the relationship between them? To the extent that Darrel was going to the hospital on the phone? Oh, not Keyla? Are you jealous?

As if knowing Keyla's thoughts, the man pulled the waist of the woman next to him and Keyla shrieked softly in shock.

"Margareth, this is Keyla" he said with pride and a glowing face. She knew Keyla still loved her. It's just, the woman wanted to play around.

"I'm sorry, Darrel. I didn't know you were with him. I'm sorry, Keyla." Margaret nodded at Keyla's palm. He was really sorry and didn't have to ask who Keyla was. Darrel told me about it the other day.

"It's okay, Margaret." Knowing the sincerity of the black woman in front of him, Keyla hugged her. Swiped Margaret's back so she would feel calmer and led her to her seat. The long chair is made of iron and painted in a blue color that looks shiny.

"You guys talk first. I'm going to the admisnistration section." Darrel stepped foot into the payment facility. Margaret and Keyla were talking.

"Have you treated your wounds?" Keyla touched Margaret's cheek. Even though his skin was dark, the marks of the punch were still visible.

"I'm fine, Keyla. This wound is nothing compared to my son."

"Who did it?" keyla asked curiously while tightly grasping the hand of the woman sitting next to her.

"My love. Darrel warned me repeatedly that he was not a good man. How stupid am I."

"Why did he hit you and your son?"

"He was drunk. As soon as he came home, he took all my savings. When I tried to stop him, he took my son and slammed his body on the floor. Instantly ... The boy was unconscious." Keyla hugged Margaret who was sobbing again. She was also a mother and unknowingly, Keyla dropped her tears. A mother's greatest sorrow is seeing her child hurt. Let alone because of the pain, seeing a child cry alone it feels to make the heart sliced.

"Calm Margaret .. Everything will be fine."

"No need to thank me. We are all women, and I am also a mother. I understand how you feel. Have you eaten? You also have to take care of your health for the sake of your children."

"To be honest, I didn't get to eat. My other son was sleeping on the couch. I can't leave him alone. She must've cried when I woke up I wasn't there."

"Wait here. I'll buy you some food."

"Thank you very much, Key," Margaret replied in earnest. He clasped Keyla's hand, which contrasted with her skin color. Margaret thought that the woman was very beautiful. His long black hair, his body is not too tall like a model, but his body shape is very beautiful. The skin is solid and smooth too. It's only right that Darrel can't forget his ex-wife.

Keyla started walking away looking for minimarkets around the hospital. At the turn of the corridor, he passed Darrel who had finished his business.

"Where are you going?"

"Finding food for Margaret and her son."

"Let me accompany you." Keyla did not answer and let the man wearing jeans in a fading color and the tight white shirt follow. They walked along to the floor of the corridor with the busyness that is in the mind of each.

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"Have you known Margaret for a long time?" Finally Keyla ventured to start the conversation on the way back from the minimarket located right next to the hospital. Keyla's words sounded awkward and Darrel just smiled.

"It's been a long time."

"Oh."

"Are you still jealous?"

Keyla was silent. His face flushed red as he could not answer Darrel's question clearly.

"Just calm. Margaret was a good woman. He's not as ambitious as Anna." Darrel approached Keyla and placed his hand on Keyla's shoulder. The woman did not escape. He's not angry either. Instead, he felt comfortable with a chest that was pounding like a drum that was anchored when going to war.

"On Anna ... does she know you're alive?" Keyla asked doubtfully and a shadow of the past appeared in her head.

"Listen to me, Key. No one knows about me but you, my parents, and the doctor who helped me. If Anna knew, it wouldn't change anything. I've started my new life, I don't care about him. More ... I once did a stupid thing that made me lose you. I feel like I paid enough. But, I still owe you a lot," Darrel hit Keyla on the shoulder.

Hearing Darrel's words, Keyla stopped her steps. Darrel's words sounded earnest. "Keyla, let me pay off my debts to you. I'll pay for it my whole life. Marry me" continued Darrel who suddenly knelt before Keyla while holding his left hand. "I know I'm not a good guy. I've hurt you a lot. But, believe. Only I can treat your wounds. Only I can make you happy."

"Stand, Antonius. Even though the hospital was quiet, it would be a shame if suddenly someone saw."

"Does that mean you accepted my proposal?"

"I have to talk to the kids."

"I'm sure the kids will accept me."

"Hmmmphh! You're too confident, Antonius!" Keyla pretended to be angry and walked away leaving Darrel still on his knees.

I'll give you one more chance. If you disappoint me, I will make a calculation with you!

"Have you reported Juve to the police, Margaret?" Darrell asked seriously. They were sitting in the inpatient room. Margaret's son was still lying in bed. He had just regained consciousness and was examined by a doctor. Her twin sister was playing on the floor after filling her stomach with a few slices of sandwiches.

"I've reported it, Darrel. The police will call me if Juve has been found."

"I hope you're no longer persuaded by her seduction. A man who loves you will never hit you. You're too kind to her" Darrel replied in flames. He sat next to Keyla with his legs crossed and showed his long legs. Margaret was sitting on a plastic chair next to the bed.

"I'm sorry, Darrel. All this time I have ignored your words" said Margaret regretfully. And at that moment he felt very stupid because he was willing to forgive his lover who had repeatedly been rude to him when he was drunk.

Darrel sighed, "Tell me if you need help. I've already paid some hospital fees, for lack of it, I asked them to call me once your son is allowed to go home."

"Thank you, Darrel. I don't know how I can repay your bud. You've helped me so much and my children."

The man stood up from the sofa. He moved his feet toward Margaret, who was moved by the kindness of his friend. "Already, Margaret. Your son will be fine. Wear this for your needs" Darrel said, holding out a few pieces of money. He then patted Margaret on the shoulder so that she would get excited again.

"I can't say anything more than thank you, Darrel. Oh, Keyla .. You're so lucky there's a guy like this who loves you," replied Margaret who looked towards Keyla. Instantly the woman was bowed .. Is she really that lucky?

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Darrel's car drove down the streets of Paris which were still quite crowded. Since leaving the hospital, he and Keyla have not talked to each other at all. Darrel was just behind the wheel of his white Audi A3 sports car, while keyla was just looking down at the road. Staring at the city lights and also European-style buildings lined up.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" Darrel poked a moment at Keyla and tried to open the conversation.

"Because you don't answer, that means you agree." Darrel smile. He knew the woman next to him was not yet deaf and was still listening to his words.

Darrel circled around, looking for a deserted parking lot near the Eiffel Tower. After seeing the empty parking area, he stopped his car and went down to open the door for Keyla. "Come down, Key," said Darrel softly. Without speaking a word, Keyla walked slowly down the Seine River while Darrel followed behind. The atmosphere is not so crowded, nor is it quiet. On the other side, Eiffel looks tall, sturdy, and looks magnificent with a yellowish light. Ships carrying tourists look empty, and there are some who walk to take passengers to enjoy the romantic city of Paris at night.

Upon arriving at a quiet place, Keyla stopped and sat down at the place that had been provided. Right on the Seine. He closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath, then his tears fell slowly. Darrel who was sitting next to him approached, pulling Keyla's body into his arms. He rested the woman's head on her chest. Brushing her broken hair. Darrel didn't want to ask why Keyla was crying. Nor would he say that his loved ones would stop crying. He didn't want to say it. He just wanted to hug the woman, breathe in the smell of the shampoo coming out of her hair, feel how warm her body was, and let the city of Paris be his witness. The Seine River as a setting where he promises to make Keyla happy and make amends for all his past mistakes.

Cry, Key. Let the flowing Seine River carry your sorrow to the ocean. Because after that I will only give you happiness you never imagined.