Mommy, My Angel
chapter 6

"SANDRA, SANDRA!" Shouts of a woman echoing in storage warehouse area — luxury restaurant building.

"Sandra Matthew!" The screech. When he saw Sandra was resting her body by resuscitating her tired back in a pile of — boxes.

Sandra was startled and immediately widened her recently closed eyes. The rest of his hard work sweat is still clearly visible on the woman's lethargic — face.

"Mrs, Belleza?!" Sandra was surprised.

Slowly Sandra, trying to get up with a difficult movement, in a state of her enlarged stomach.

The woman called mistress Belleza walked with a fierce face towards — Sandra.

"Is there anything you need, ma'am?" Ask Sandra who has been standing while stroking her stomach which suddenly — feels pain.

"What are you doing, here!" Sentak mrs Belleza. Not forgetting the sharp eye gaze he gave to — Sandra.

Sandra tried to smile and be friendly in the middle, a sense of pain and pain she felt.

"I'm resting, ma'am," answered Sandra who was followed by an agonizing hiss.

The woman with the dramatic makeup in front of her, increasingly looking at Sandra nyalang, heard the woman's reply.

"Who gave you permission to rest, huh" snapped Belleza's mistress.

Sandra was astonished to hear his superior say, squeezing the shabby end she was wearing. When the pain was severe in his stomach.

"Who, huh!" Lady Belleza snapped back this time closer to — Sandra, while putting both her hands on her waist with an arrogant face.

"Me, just take a break, ma'am. My work is also done" said Sandra as she adjusted her breathing.

"Done, from where, huh," hardik mistress Belleza.

He was so angry to hear Sandra's words. You see there are still many piles of dishwasher and also used cooking utensils that have not been cleaned.

"I've cleaned all the food dishes and cooking utensils, ma'am," said Sandra with a confused face.

"But what I saw was so many workers that you haven't finished yet" Belleza said.

Sandra was increasingly confused, just 10 minutes she died in the area of the dishwasher as well as dirty items and what she had just heard. "No way, I just cleaned up all the food and cooking supplements, too" Sandra said.

"Follow with me" jolted Belleza.

Women in luxury clothes with bright colors it, pull rough wrists — Sandra.

Make that pregnant woman, heartbroken. Resisting pain in his stomach. He felt something was going to fall out of his stomach.

"It seems, lately you look relaxed and lazing," said Mrs Belleza. Still pulling rough right hand — Sandra, towards the wet kitchen area. Where all the utensils are also dirty cook put there.

Sandra was the one who became the cleaner there by herself. Even the mistress of Belleza ordered Sandra to clean the cutlery which she said was still dirty and oily until — Sandra cleaned it repeatedly.

"Look! Is this what you said you're done cleaning it up" exclaimed mistress Belleza loudly. Making his workers who were changing to rest tried to peek.

Sandra looked surprised with a face of disbelief, she left this place in a clean state 10 minutes ago and now it looks so messy.

"But a-I …." Sandra's stammered speech came to a halt, upon hearing her superior's scathing interjection.

"Basar is not very dirty, you have made me lose by giving a salary. And look at your work, it's not so bad. Salary you this month I cut," said Mrs Belleza with a haughty face.

"But ma'am, I've really done my job here" Sandra said, trying to defend herself.

"Curtain! I would never believe a braggart, like you," the snide, arrogant woman by folding her hands together on her chest. Looking at Sandra with a low view.

"I, no lie" Sandra protested.

"You have no right to cut my salary, madam," continued Sandra who showed her careless face. His patience is now exhausted to face the arrogant treatment of his superiors as well as the treatment of his coworkers who always make him in trouble.

As of this moment, they deliberately littered all the cooking and eating utensils that he had cleaned. Until he got back into trouble with his boss.

"Hey, lowly woman," shrieked mistress Belleza as she pointed at Sandra's red-looking — face. restraining emotions as well as pain in her stomach.

"You should be thankful that I accepted you working here. Which is just a cheap woman, pregnant without a husband," despicable mistress Belleza with an intimidating face — Sandra.

"Love your son who will be a child, haram," continued mistress Belleza with a scornful face.

"Plac, plaque!"

The slap came from Sandra's left palm. The woman was so angry, when she heard the prospective baby was humiliated. As a motherly instinct, Sandra does not accept the words, mistress Belleza.

"You!" Sent mistress Belleza with a gawking face while holding her cheek.

His co-worker Sandra was surprised by Sandra's bold actions against her arrogant superiors.

Women who are known to be quiet do not say much when they get an act of intimidation or gossip

It turned out that the woman looked so terrible when she was angry, and did not think twice about harming someone who had already offended her.

"You may stress me, insult me, ridicule me, even injure me, I will accept it, but …." Sandra hung her speech with a dark eye gaze given to mistress Belleza who looked shrunken when she saw the dark look of — Sandra.

"Never insult her" Sandra continued, touching her stomach, as Sandra could feel a powerful kick inside her stomach. As if the prospective baby heard his words so very sincere —.

"What I say, right, he will be born without a father and that is tantamount to an illegitimate child," fierce madam Belleza in a loud voice.

"CLOSE YOUR MOUTH, MADAM!"

"ACH! PRANGS!"

Made Belleza's mistress crumble and hit the wall behind her.

Sandra who is still so emotional, grabbed a fairly large cookware and threw it to — mistress Belleza who had paled.

"Sandra! Stop it, you crazy woman!" Strangled his comrades who had been hiding since.

They immediately stopped Sandra's rampage with her big belly, the woman again wanted to smash something into the arrogant boss, but someone blocked her from behind. His hand is now suspended in the air.

The roar of breath full of anger continues to be heard from the mouth of —-Sandra. Moreover, the dark gaze of the woman, red like a female predator who always protects her child. A dark red face filled with sweat coming out from the pores of his head. The hair that was once neat now looks so messy.

"You're crazy, you want to kill him!" Snapped Sandra's co-worker who's a guy.

Other colleagues are now helping their pale-looking superiors with bodies trembling in fear, seeing the terrible tantrums of — Sandra.

Sandra still floated a terrifying glare at —-mrs Belleza, making the mature woman shudder in fear.

"Excuse him from, here," madam Belleza ordered in a trembling tone of fear.

He could only hide his face behind the clothes of other employees.

"Fine, we just take him to the police station," chimpal one of the employees who — always looks for trouble with, Sandra.

"You're right, take him to the police station. I will sue him who has dared to be rude to me" said Belleza's mistress stirred.

Sandra was still silent with her sharp gaze, as if she did not care what people around her said, she just tried to neutralize her emotions that were now dusty and immediately to be ventured.

"Drag him and throw him into a bad prison!" Snap mistress Belleza to the man who is behind — Sandra.

Sandra responded to Belleza's remarks, but she did not feel threatened. He remained with his dark countenance with a horrifying cold look.

Abstinence, for her to worship the arrogant woman in front of her, Sandra preferred to be behind bars rather than begging while kneeling in front of her boss.

Sandra only showed her flat face, when she was herded by some of her co-workers at the restaurant. Which will take him to the police station.

Sandra glanced sharply at a woman her age who gave a sly smile to her. Others also look happy for what is happening to them now.

"I swear, I will make you rot in prison" cried Belleza.

Sandra was silent with thoughts everywhere. He kept stroking his stomach, lucky that the baby candidate was so calm, when he gave madam — Belleza a lesson.

Sandra is now in a special box car, a food deliveryman. He is now flanked by two of his colleagues and one of them is behind the wheel.

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"Son!" The voice of the old man full of worry was also sorrow.

Sandra who was sitting pensively in the holding cell, turned her head. He gave a fine smile to Grace's grandmother as well as Benjamin's grandfather.

Sandra tried to stand up from her seat on a cold, smelly floor. He now stepped carefully carrying his large belly closer, the husband and wife in front of him.

"You are here" said Sandra in a soft tone. Not to forget, a smile full of bitterness he showed.

"We get word from, Amanda," replied the grandfather, calming his weeping wife. Can't bear to see Sandra's sad state.

"I'm fine, grandma. She is, too," said Sandra, who was still showing off her unburdened smile and her eyes were fixed on her stomach.

"How, you can be this calm, son. Still can smile," said the grandmother who is increasingly sobbing.

Sandra grabbed the old palm, Grace's grandmother who was in the iron bars in front of her, she kissed the palm full of affection and sincerity.

"I just need your support and I'll be fine" Sandra replied in a raucous voice.

"Grandfather will try to get you out of here, son," said the grandfather.

Sandra shook her head and smiled faintly. "Grandfather don't do anything for me anymore" Sandra said.

The grandfather was just silent by immediately turning his body, the old man also felt unbearable to see the state of — adopted grandchildren.

"Trust me, I'll be fine and take care of it as well" Sandra said.

Grandma Grace's hand stretched out, to touch Sandra's big belly, stroking her gently. Grandma Grace also invited the fetus, Sandra spoke with tears.

Sandra also shed tears of sadness that has since accumulated in the chest cavity to make it tight and painful.

"Didn't you feel any pain, son?" Grandma asked Grace with the rest of the crying still heard.

"I only felt it for a moment" said Sandra.

"You have to ask someone for help, when you're feeling sick," Grace's grandmother advised.

"Yes, grandma!" Answer Sandra.

"Grandmother felt you were going to give birth soon, look," she said, noting Sandra's downward stomach.

"He's getting down" continued Grace's grandmother.

"She'll be safe and I'll protect her" interrupted Sandra who knew the couple's anxious gaze before her.

"We believe."

The three of them looked at each other with teary eyes. The two couples were so sick seeing — Sandra's life full of difficulties was also sadness.

The two can only pray, so that Sandra will find her happiness later.