Mommy, My Angel
chapter 21

Sandra dragged her footsteps in haste to get out of the luxurious residence. His heart was so claustrophobic inside that majestic residence. His chest was still pounding, between holding back the anger turmoil as well as — hurt feelings.

The look on his face was still visible, anger, disappointment, hurt and grudge that so burned his entire bloodstream.

Tears still faithfully dripped, soaking the dark-looking face. The embrace of both hands is still attached to the body — adorable little guy.

Sandra stopped the wound full step, right in front of the sturdy door. He set his breath with a dark red look, one of his hands touching the sturdy door handle.

Just to neutralize something painful in her chest cavity, Sandra was so troubled to wet her throat that it felt strongly strangled.

His face looked up, along with a full blown breath he let out. He looked at the tiny face in his arms. That innocent holy face, still sleeping with its peace.

"Thank you, you understand the situation, mommy!"

"You, you belong only to mommy,"

"Mommy promised, I'd raise you perfectly."

"Mommy, sure you can do it and prove to them that you're a precious daughter."

While tasting her baby's tiny face, Sandra continued to mutter encouraging words for him.

Sandra put her thick coat back on, wrapped the baby in a thick blanket for the baby, and wrapped the baby in a thick coat she was wearing.

Instantly, the cold greeted the surface of Sandra's face as — was outside the Louis residence.

Sandra stared at the cold outside. Snow is now seen covering some of the trees that are there.

With doubt, Sandra continued with a close embrace she gave to the baby. So that the cold does not affect the baby.

Just as the foot was stepping, a heavy voice rebuked him. The words that made Sandra's emotions burned again.

The voice that he hated so much, the voice that made Sandra feel like she had been pierced by thousands of sharp objects.

Sandra simply fell silent in place with a hardened face with teary eyes.

"Should have been, you didn't bring her to this place. And, make a dramatic drama!" Excite the figure of the man who is the father of — biological Aurora.

Kendrick follows Sandra's move, wanting to settle their unfinished business a few months ago.

The man felt the need to clear up the misunderstanding between himself and Sandra.

He also still doubted the existence of a tiny figure in the deckapan, the woman of his past.

"Should have been, you thought clearly before bringing him here, because after all, I can't admit it," Kendrick said in an arrogant style as well as a cornered — greeting.

Sandra's face was increasingly gloomy, she clasped her own palm firmly, until there was a wound on her palm.

"Why?! Sandra asked, a heavy sound mixed in her throat area.

"I've never thrown my precious seed in your womb, surely you know about it too, every time we do it I always use prevention" Kendrick explained. The face continued to stare at Sandra's stiff back contemptuously.

"So, obviously she's not, my daughter," the man continued.

Kendrick is seen picking something up in the pocket of his fancy cloth pants, he pulls out some dollar bonds.

With a face full of ridicule he threw the dollar towards — Sandra, also leaving his sarcastic words.

"Take it, if you just want a little money and use an innocent baby" Kendrick said.

After saying that, Kendrick turned her body around. Intended to leave Sandra there with a new wound that hurt her feelings.

"Wait!" Sandra cried out in a cold voice.

He is still in his original position, with the body increasingly frozen to withstand emotional turmoil.

Kendrick was silent, without turning his body. He was so messed up right now, I don't know what was with this feeling.

Sandra turned her body she smiled bitterly at the pile of money under her feet. He then took it, then approached the athletic man.

"Take it, I don't need this. I just want a word of confession from you. But ... now I've heard it, so there's nothing more I need" said Sandra, trying to contain her anger.

Kendrick turned her body, she could see the look of hatred in both eyes — Sandra.

He smiled obliquely, looking at the dollar bond that was in Sandra's hand that was extended to him.

"I will not accept the wasted and touched by the hand of someone who is, despised" he said.

Sandra's red eyes were sharpening, with hardened face lines, tears flooding her face.

The smile of pain is also the bitterness seen etched, he will not be so protracted from the insults of the man in front of him.

"I also will not accept a gift, from a loser" said Sandra Lirih.

"Money will make me blind to reality. Physical attraction blinds me with loyalty and maintains self-esteem. The expression praising, blinded me to the truth, until I was consumed by a loser's boo." The expression is full of affirmation tone, able to make the body of a Kendrick freeze.

"One day, I'll see you kneeling at my feet as well as my daughter. You will cry in front of him with both hands begging," continued Sandra with a look of hatred as well as a flat face.

"The daughter you despise, will one day be the key to a long life for a mean person in your life" Sandra continued.

Kendrick was still silent, his eyes continued to break into Sandra's eyelids full of — feelings of anger.

"The disabled daughter will be of no use to a man who …."

"Cloth, plaque."

"The disabled princess will one day make you cry blood" Sandra said sharply.

Sandra turned her body, she immediately left the luxurious residence area. After giving a strong slap in the face of the loser ex-lover.

Kendrick was still staring at Sandra's back with an increasingly distant look. The sharp look he had shown since then had now turned sorrowful.

The body that had been steadfast with all its arrogance, was now suddenly weak and fragile.

He had almost decayed on the floor, had one of his hands not held on to the wall.

"Sorry!" His inner being was so wounded.

"What are you crying about?" Ask someone behind the door.

Kendrick looked up and saw the daddy there with a flat face.

"Isn't this what you want?" Said Mr. Louis.

"It's for selfishness, you guys," said Kendrick.

Mr. Louis was seen smiling sideways at his son. With both hands in front of the chest.

"Peach your promise, not to bother them or do them any harm" Kendrick joked.

"I can't promise, that" said Mr. Louis.

Hearing the father's words, Kendrick could only hold back his groan.

He can only do this all for the safety of — Sandra as well as the princess.

……

Sandra is now in a taxi that will take her to the nearest port. He will return to the remote island and take all his belongings, after which he plans to leave this city and move away from his past.

Sandra stared at the snowflakes falling through the windshield of the car door, her gaze blank. He still hid the baby in his thick coat.

He turned his gaze and took something in his coat pocket, he could see, the rest of the money he had.

"It won't be enough to go back," his monologue ogled.

He glanced for a moment at the man at the wheel, should he walk up to the city bus stop to deliver to the port. But the weather did not allow his intentions. There was little Aurora he had to think about.

Sandra was only able to let out a long sigh, however she had to return, not good for too long in this big city with the baby.

Surely the rich family, will not make him calm and will always make himself in trouble.

Too focused on thinking about something, Sandra without realizing the taxi car was stopped.

"Sorry, miss!" The taxi driver exclaimed and stared at Sandra through the rearview mirror overhead.

"Yes" said Sandra with a shriveled forehead.

"Why, do we stop?" Sandra asked confusedly.

The driver said something to Sandra, the reason she stopped the car.

"I'm sorry, I can't take you, ma'am," said the driver, full of regret.

"Why?" Sandra asked while looking outwards.

"Bad weather is coming soon, ma'am,"

"Snow storm?! Sandra was surprised.

"Yes" replied the driver.

Sandra was clearly shocked, she looked confused as well as tense. "Keep me how?" His inner.

"You can come down now, madam. Because I'm going back home" the driver said.

"T-but….."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I couldn't drive, you," the driver said.

"Please, get me to safety, please" Sandra.

There was no way he was down in a deserted area nor was there any shelter.

"One more time, sorry!" Said the taxi driver.

"Please, look, my daughter is going to have a bad thing" Sandra said.

She is unlikely to bring her baby outside in bad weather, she will freeze with her — daughters.

"Sorry, madam. I also have to think about the fate of my little family" said the driver.

Sandra looks confused, where she may have to go through an impending blizzard, with her baby in her cradle.

Sandra also reluctantly came down from the taxi car with the cold that pierced the surface of her skin.

"Mrs!" Excited the man who got out of the car.

"Yes" said Sandra.

"You haven't paid the bill yet" said the man, aged 30 and above.

Sandra stared unacceptably, where maybe she paid the taxi bill, when she was just a few meters away from — distance luxury house.

"But, you're driving me to no destination, sir. You also dropped me off in a foreign place" protested Sandra.

"Still you have to pay, the nominal number in the car," said the driver.

Sandra looked into the car and she widened her eyelids when she saw the nominal bill she had to pay.

"You, you want to deceive me!" Gertak.

How could he have to pay that much, really cunning humans.

"But you have to pay him, otherwise you have to deal with, the police," the man's threat is no less cruel.

Sandra was forced to pay, she stared sadly at the contents of the shabby wallet, she also gave all the money left rough in the palm of the hands of — men in front of her.

"Me, how should I? Everything is gone, not left," complained Sandra softly while walking under the snow.

"Patience, child! We can, of course, get through it" he whispered in the baby's ear.

When she walked with her body weakened by the cold, Sandra had to stop her steps, when the blizzard had started to hit the city.

He immediately sought a warm place to shelter from, the danger of the blizzard. Its beautiful brown beads, catch a tunnel not far from it.

Sandra breathed a sigh of relief with a grateful smiling face. He approached the tunnel with a limp step.

His gaze was blocked by the increasingly terrible snowstorm, his face was getting pale with shivering lips, he just continued to protect the baby from the dangerous weather, without, thinking about his safety or himself.

He must give warmth to his heart. Which occasionally sounded whining while writhing.

"Patience son, we'll be there soon" Sandra muttered in a trembling tone with her body enduring the cold piercing all over her bones.

Not a single vehicle passed by, let alone someone he would ask for help. There's only one hope that is, the dark tunnel ahead there.

"Thank God, it's pretty warm here. Although the situation is very bad," the monologue is shriveled.

The dark tunnel was very stuffy and dirty, but it was able to provide warmth to — Sandra and her baby.

"It's not why we take shelter here first well, baby," he told the tiny Aurora who looked thirsty.

Sandra was only able to smile mirically seeing her fate with the princess who went through so many trials and tribulations.

But there will always be a bright color after the fog of darkness covers one's life. Sandra believes, in the future the princess will live happily and be able to face all the challenges in the future.