MySam
Sam-dean

After yesterday Chen's doctor suggested that Samudra better undergo therapy, today Samuel plans to return the boy from the hospital.

Instead of nothing, Sam just doesn't want Dean to go back to see Maya or Samudra at the hospital when Sam is unable to keep the Ocean.

After all, Chen's doctor confirmed that if the state of the Ocean had improved, it only took a small therapy to deal with the pain that occasionally struck the boy's head.

"Have included all the right bik, Ocean goods and Maya?"

"It's all young master. Samudra and non Maya luggage I have put in the suitcase," said Bik Sari.

Sam nodded slowly then his attention turned towards Maya and Samudra who had just come out of the bathroom.

"Are you ready to go home?" The ocean nodded slowly.

"We're out now." Said Sam to Maya and only answered a small nod of Maya.

"Oh-iya his administration---"

"I paid off earlier, you don't have to worry" Samuel interrupted quickly.

Maya only small mangosteen then stepped back to leave the VVIP room.

"I'm tired, Sam." Maya blurted in their footsteps.

Samuel pressed his arm against Maya's. His brownish Netra looked worriedly at Maya.

"You sick? We check all of you? mumpung's still in the hospital?"

Maya nodded slowly.

"No need, maybe just exhausted," Maya replied as she continued walking down the hospital hallway with Sam always clutching her body from the side.

While the Ocean was behind them in a sari bik sling.

"I don't want you and our baby to get sick" Sam paused.

"Better we check now."

"But Sam, Linda's doctor is not practical in this hospital," said Maya.

"We're looking for another obstetrician, for a while baby." Samuel replied firmly.

Maya could only nod and pressed her hand on Samuel's arm.

"Bik Sari Temeni Am in the lobby outside just yes, wait for us to check with the obstetrician for a moment."

Bik Sari nodded obediently.

"Same as Sari first huh?"

"Yes daddy.." nod Samudra.

...

"Your wife is fine, maybe Maya's mistress is just tired and lacking in bodily fluids" explained the female doctor in her forty years when she finished examining Maya.

Sam was seen breathing a sigh of relief at the doctor's explanation.

"You're sure my wife and my future son aren't okay, doc?"

The doctor again nodded confidently. "Your wife is just tired, and try not to eat late and always drink water or milk pregnancy."

The doctor is now seen writing down a prescription to hand over to Samuel.

"It's a prescription pregnancy vitamin."

Sam nodded and received a piece of paper from the gynecologist's hand.

"Thank you, doc."

"Together, please take good care of your wife sir."

Sam smiled for a while, nodding his head in response to the words of the tanned doctor.

....

"Thank God you were just the soy sauce" Samuel said as he offered the warm milk to Maya.

Sam then sat hugging his wife's body which now looks more contained.

"Love," Maya replies as she receives a crystal glass filled with warm vanilla milk from Samuel's hand.

"You don't get that sauce dong, baby."

Sam watched Maya's face as she gulped down her homemade milk. There was not even a single drop left at the bottom of the long glass.

Sam smiled for a moment.

"Nake?"

Maya nodded as she grimaced funnyly towards Samuel.

"Want me to do it again?"

"Emang can? Not nerepotin?"

Sam smiled for a moment, stroking Maya's unshackled haircut to form a small roll over her head.

"Well, what the hell can't do for you, hm?" samuel answered with love.

Sam got up from his seat and grabbed the glass back from Maya's hand.

"You just wait here for a second, I'll make some more milk."

Sam is now walking towards the pantry. Maya gives a smile at her husband's departure.

Slow and soft fingers still rubbing his stomach which is now getting bigger.

Entering the sixth month, her pregnancy is now increasingly visible. And no doubt make Maya often feel exhausted.

Not long after, Samuel came closer to him with another glass of warm milk.

Maya grabs a glass of milk from Sam's hand and then for the second time she gulps again greedily of her favorite vanilla flavored milk.

"Mk...."

"Hm?"

"Speaking about Dean--"

Maya pauses her sentence, at a glance she looks at her husband to make sure Samuel does not change his facial expression to be more sinister.

"Why is he the same?"

And sure enough, Sam's facial expression had now changed by one hundred and eighty degrees. It looks more scary to just look at.

"How does he know if the Ocean isn't our son?" ask Maya again.

This time Samuel pulled both of his thick eyebrows.

"What do you mean, May?"

"So yesterday in the hospital-he said if the Ocean was our adopted son." Maya paused for a moment.

"Well, how did he know that Am wasn't our son? and the accident that Am had, he knew about it, didn't he?"

Samuel looked like he was thinking. What Maya said is true. According to Sam, Dean Sanjaya does look very strange and full of mystery.

Plus the case of the sudden collapse of the Wijaya Group company, made Samuel also harbor suspicions if Dean was the mastermind behind it all.

"Sam.." said Maya disperse her daydream.

"What do you think?"

"No, it's okay." Sam smiled, then stroked his wife's beautiful face.

"You rest, it's night." Sam continued his words.

"How am I?"

"Am sleeping from earlier, guarded the same as bik Sari." Sam replies, he stands up and holds Maya's hand to help her stand up.

"Be careful." said Samuel as he continued to hold Maya's body.

....

Dean Sanjaya's

Dean directed his gaze out the window of his shiny black SUV. He was still staring at the ancient building but still looked solid. Exactly the same as what is in the photo he is holding now.

For a moment he seemed to try to recall the memory he suddenly felt. Netra Dean tightly closed trying to unite the pieces of memory, but unfortunately every time he tried to remember it the shadow was fading.

Dean finally walked out the car door.

Approaching the spacious courtyard with a neatly arranged stretch of green grass. When viewed from the appearance of the house is still inhabited.

Dean walked slowly towards one of the oldest looking trees. With a tree house that remains firmly between its large branches. While the other branch hangs a wooden swing that is also old but still looks sturdy hanging there.

Jemari Dean slowly traced the swing, as if he wanted to feel the dejavu that suddenly enveloped his heart.

"Sorry, can I help you?"

An old man, probably in his seventy years, dressed in the typical area in all-black color approached Dean. With a face that was a little surprised by the presence of a dashing man figure slipped into the spacious yard of an old European style house that was not fenced.

"Oh-iya sorry.... Are you the owner of this house?"

"I'm just the keeper of this house, the owner only once every five months to visit this place" said the old man.

"Eh-eemm can I know who owns this house?"

The old man did not immediately reply, looking old but still looking sharp at Dean for a few minutes. Observing the figure of a well-built man in neat clothes. Every now and then the old man's sharp eyes turned towards the shiny black large and luxurious car parked right in front of the house.

"The owner of this house has changed people twice" the man replied at last.

"May I know who the first owner of this house was?" Dean paused for a second.

"Do you know who the first owner of this house was?" Ask her again.

The old man nodded slowly.

"The first owner of this house was the Permana family. Mr. Permana and Mrs Anita."

"Where are they now?" Dean asked again, pretending as if he did not know the existence of the Permana family.

"To my knowledge they moved out of this village about twenty years ago, since-" The old man seemed a little hesitant to tell a story and did not immediately continue his sentence.

"Since what? Can I know that?" Dean is now a little curious about the story that the man is trying to hide.

"I'm sorry if I may know, who is this master?" ask the old man who is the keeper of the old mansion with an ancient architecture.

"I-emm-I Dean a close relative of the Permana family. I just got home from abroad and have long lost communication with them" Dean said with a bit of a theatricality.

The housekeeper looks mangosteen and takes Dean to the chair on the porch of the big house.

There the old man guard of the ancient house began to tell about the Permana family and the events that occurred twenty years ago.

to be continue....