My Love Journey's
Surprises!

"Happy birthday!!!"

I jumped as soon as I walked into Yola's apartment, not expecting any surprises at all. "Yes my. You almost gave me a heart attack" I said. "But thank you, thank you."

"I planned everything. Are you fascinated by me now?" I turned to look at Dean, he grinned flirtatiously.

"Ah, really? Sorry, I'm less hooked, Playboy!" reply joking.

He grimaces. "Look. I've fought desperately he still hasn't accepted me. What else do I have to do to get you, Karen?" he said, with a desperate look.

"Shut up, Patrick!" yola spray.

"What do you mean fighting desperately is finishing the meal while Yola and I are busy decorating the room?" Theo chimed in cynically, then pulled me inside. "She mostly watches sad-ending romantic movies, so her soul goes along turning melancholic."

I laugh. "Why are you upset, huh?" godaku's.

We sat in the middle of the apartment. I smiled looking at the room that now looks festive, lively, and colorful like the walls of a Kindergarten building. Usually this room is like uninhabited, Yola never cares what happens with her apartment. He just stayed to rest and change clothes, the rest was spent in his office.

"I have a gift for you" said Dean, sticking out a black box with white ribbons. "Open when you're home."

I narrowed my eyes looking at him. "I was suspicious. Don't tell me you bought something expensive, 'cause I.." I asked, received the box.

"I know." sambarnya. "That's nothing, Bianka. Anyway, I'm not gonna drain my savings to get you hooked." He shook his head a few times, perhaps desperately facing my stern demeanor.

Theo, Yola, and I simultaneously let out laughter. "It's too bad for you, Dean." said Yola, then grabbed her glass of wine and downed it a little before turning to me. "How's your mother doing?"

"good. The development is incredible. I stopped by the hospital before I got here, and the doctor said he was much healthier than before" I replied.

So many things have happened in the last three years. But, what was most surprising was my encounter with my real mother who had left us for fear that her presence would be a bad influence for me and Louis. I only found out about it when I met him at the hospital.

Franda, my cousin's sister, she's been taking care of my mom for a few years. When she and her husband found out about my mother, who was in Germany at the time, they decided to take her to Jakarta and help her overcome her alcoholism.

At first, I refused to go to my real mother. My heart still hurts too much in light of her passing, and her self-centered attitude without caring about the feelings of her children and husband. But then my father, who either loved his wife so much that he turned a blind eye to her mistakes, or because he had an ocean-wide heart, begged me to forgive and see my mother.

It's not easy to forget his mistake, but I tried to forgive after seeing his heartbreaking condition. He suffered. There was not the slightest bit of light in her eyes as I looked at her. All I saw was a deep sense of guilt and regret. So, after hearing a speck of human instinct as a child, I tried to give him a chance to make amends even though I myself did not know how.

The pat on the arm made me wake up from the daydream. I blinked, looking at Theo. "What are you thinking?" he asked, holding out a glass of wine for me.

While accepting his gift, I spoke, "It's nothing." I said, turning to look at Dean dancing in front of us to the beat of the music. "Woohooo! To the left." I cried.

He said, turning his body to the left and raising his glass high, made us laugh. "Nobody wants to join?"

"Uuh, that's bad." Yola grimaces. "You'd better stop before you break your hip" he said, then spin around.

"Hey, I'm experienced, yes." protested Theo. "I hope you haven't forgotten the events of Hard Rock." He grinned meaningfully while Yola snorted in annoyance.

"What events?" manya curious.

"We bet who got close to a guy at Hard Rock first, and he won." he said, then smiled cunningly. "But two weeks later the man kicked him. Well, that's unexpected because he seems like a nice guy." He spoke in a quieter voice so Theo wouldn't hear him.

"No good man ever dumps a woman, Yola."

"I knew. I just said 'looks'," She looked at me seriously, hesitated for a moment and then made a sound. "Are you still expecting it?"

The sudden change in topic made my stomach nauseous. I know what he's talking about is Paul, and even though they don't know each other, but Yola knows a lot about Paul. He's the only person I trust to share things and hold all my grievances.

I gulped, staring at the glass in my hand. "I don't know." I answered honestly. "Can we talk about it next time? I won't cry today."

He smiled, then nodded and hugged me. "I'll always be here whenever you need me, okay? Don't be damned all by yourself, you can go crazy." he muttered softly as he rubbed my back.

"Thank you." I pulled away. "Come, I'm gonna drink myself unconscious."

He hit my arm. "The last time you said that, the next morning my room was drowned by vomit." - exasperated. "Damn, I even have to be willing to take a day off for taking care of you."

I shrugged my shoulders. "That's what a friend can do as a mother" I said as I walked over to Theo and Dean, and danced with them.

We ate, drank, danced and chatted until midnight, and then Yola and I decided to take a break after Dean and Theo came home. I am happy to spend time with them. Sometimes, there are times when I need this kind of atmosphere to take my mind off the boring routine and without clear goals.

Every day I just work. It was the only thing that could get me excited, because after being home, the loneliness that felt like it would forever haunt me, made me think of someone I really wanted to forget, but it never worked, even though three years had passed.

Yeah, I know I'm weak, or stupid, or I don't have a stand, but I can't fool myself into saying I'm okay. No. gabe. My life has deteriorated since the gripping incident.

"No, please, no... Paul, please, don't leave me." I begged by kneeling at his feet, forgetting his pride and dropping myself to his lowest.

"You killed my son, Bianka. I won't forgive you." His face was flushed while his eyes were glazed over.

I cried, hugged her legs while enduring the pain in my stomach. "Please, Paul. I'm sorry."

"Deliver from my life forever."

"No, no, no. Please, just give me a chance. I don't want to part with you. I don't want to. Please, please, please, please... PLEASE!!!"