Heart Darkness
Chapter 119 Goodbye September....

Francis returned to the farm that night encouraged by something he himself did not understand. He got there in the middle of the night immediately took a bath and dressed neatly and then went to the baby's room. His arm is starting to hurt. He stopped by Pequeena's place this afternoon to get some injections and now he just feels pain.

September lay near the box, sleeping soundly on the couch while the engine of the incubator sounded smooth and orderly. A strange rhythm recorded in the memory, awakened the soft side in him that he repeatedly denied but instead sounded like a melody from the baby for him.

Pondering over the baby who looked so sound, Francis let out a long, strong sigh before exhaling slowly. He thought of a name for the baby and found a very beautiful one, Amora Shine, meaning love that shines brightly. Not knowing how the end of their never-ending story ends, Francis just wants his baby to shine brightly with love. This delicate and beautiful story about Francis and Amora Shine is not about Francis and September, he thought. He gasped as a reprimand greeted him slowly.

"You're home yet?"

September suddenly stood up. Little dim.

Francis nodded. "Yes. Just sleep! I'll go somewhere soon maybe for a long time. I came for a farewell" replied Francis and felt strange. He finally had someone to say goodbye to.

"Where?" tanya September and Francis did not shy away from looking at the worried woman.

"Pick someone up, Septie."

"How long?" Sounds frightened.

"Maybe a Week. Em, you look pale?"

"No, I'm fine" said September quickly. However, the look of his pain could not be hidden. Francis unconsciously approached.

"Is it because of your hand?" his question stretched out his hand but floated in the air. Doubts arise in the heart to touch September. However, ignoring the discomfort, he checks September.

"You're feverish. Do you feel pain somewhere? I thought you might have a scratch on either your stomach or your back" Francis said. "Maybe."

"No, I'm fine. I'll take the medicine, Francis."

"Have you eaten?"

"I'm waiting for you" replied September quickly.

"All right, let's eat. I'm starving too" Francis said, but his stomach was full of food, potatoes, salmon, lots of desserts and coffee.

"Have you been to the doctor, Francis?"

They went to the dining room. The atmosphere of the farm was silent by midnight. The stars shine so far up there. September stepped behind him, for something unknown, Francis hoped that the woman would hold the end of her suit like this afternoon.

"Yes" he said short.

Candles are still lit in the dining room and baby breath is still fresh may have just been picked. They ate both in the most awkward situation that had ever happened between them. Every day they argue, fight and threaten each other without being awkward. Tonight, they just ate, looking at each other still awkwardly. Francis never compromises with the heart about women. He did not do that because he was busy taking care of this - it was inexhaustible, also women were very troublesome for him.

Now, it is inevitable that he will bend the rules. September at the end of the table was covered in candlelight reflections, a bit pale, looking tired and after five minutes of excruciating pain, Francis finally spoke.

"I can't deny myself that I want your baby as my daughter." Sighs again. "Can I give a name to the baby?"

September suddenly stopped eating, turned his eyes from the plate on Francis, not covering his waist. Francis said without a doubt until September stunned to think how stupid he wanted to run away from a cruel, arrogant man but it turns out Francis was a different person than he saw. How foolish he thought of knitting the story with Lucky Luciano by leaving the baby boy inside of him. Lucky and himself without promise, without bondage, without love are just silly passions and he is really cheap because he follows lust in physical attraction. Not something eternal and he chased after her like a mad woman. While seeing Francis at the end of the table with remnants of hubris tucked away in his flat face but wanting Amora for sure, September finds the simple thing; the man is perfect as a Father.

A few seconds later September was still speechless from astonishment, before nodding with his face increasingly shiny by the candlelight.

As if the chatter was very interesting, September bowed down and ate. Although he had not eaten much, he felt very full. He smiled widely, very excited.

"Amora Shine .. it's beautiful," the September nod full day. His eyes were shrouded in amazement at Francis. It was amazing because his brown eyes lit up brightly. "I like it so much, Francis."

"Don't do anything bad when I'm not around. Just take care of Amora!" francis said eating a steamed egg sucked a little nervous trying hard to hold something very beautiful, which miraculously makes the body seem to sing when September said he liked the name he gave to the baby.

The atmosphere melted until Francis reopened the conversation.

"Septie, if I don't come back. You're gonna stay here until you're strong enough and you can leave. Miss Reinha and Miss Claire will help you."

"Where are you going?" tanya September was suddenly very cloudy.

"Em, pick someone up."

"We're not going anywhere. We'll stay here and wait for you to come back, Francis. We'll leave if you kick us out" said the woman with trembling lips.

"Alright, sorry for making you nervous. I'll just go away for a while and come back for Amora's baptism."

September nodded and the conversation ended there. September returned to the nursery while Francis packed up. A little trouble because his arm hurts. He would wait for dawn before going to pick up Boss Lucky Luciano and go to the rendezvous point with Carlos. Thinking of Lucky Luciano, Francis doubted Miss Reinha would let him go. People look stupid when in love and Boss like that these few months. He may soon overtake Lucky Luciano, looking foolishly upon his flat face.

Francis returned to the nursery after a black-and-black appearance, tightened a leather jacket zipper and put on a hat. He and Lucky Luciano both love to look black-and-black while going "happy" and this time he will look at Amora Shine to the satisfaction of not doing it again for a few days.

Gently and affectionately look at the sleeping Amora while September rests fully on the couch, tightening the covers and falling awake in drowsiness. The night grew blacker and when the time was about to go he spoke slowly for the first time making a sound after a long time just staring at the baby for days.

"Don't make your mom anxious when I'm not around. .., Amora."

September on the sofa was unable to endure the drowsiness but got up to his feet as he was about to leave, trailing from behind as he exited the door.

"I'm leaving" Francis said and September nodded wordlessly. Francis stepped into the parking lot, breathed a little heavily and pulled out a hat.

"Francis," call September as he passes by the not-so-great rose garden, and the fragrance of the blooming midnight blossoms softly. Francis turned his head as he reached for the car's door handle.

"Come back to me!"

Francis was fixated, no one ever told him the hopeful words of even his parents. The always flat man's heart warmed. He gave a small nod to the woman leaning against the door with a gloomy gesture.

"Goodbye, September ...."

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