Night Destiny
Destiny

"Bun, I'll go first. Pray everything is good. I'll be home soon!."

"Be careful on the road. Let's tell Mommy when you get there!."

"definitely. I'm leaving!."

Today Salsa will go to the Capital to send a souvenir order Bu Gita. The recitation is only a week away, and the woman's cell phone has been inactive for days. Finally Salsa decided to send him directly armed with the address given by Maria. By hiring a pick up car service with the driver. Salsa headed to the customer's residence.

The journey of a few hours finally ended. The pick up car Salsa was riding in entered the elite residential area. After asking permission from the security guard, the driver returned to drive his car.

The woman was amazed in her heart. The lives of people here must be very comfortable. The multi-storey houses look so luxurious and only bear people can afford to occupy them. Unlike him and the disadvantaged children who must be left at Orphanage. Living with simplicity. But Salsa was grateful for all this, for the fortune was set by God. And the windfall will never be changed. No one knows what fortune the children will receive in the future.

"Is this really his house, Ma'am?" asked the driver to Salsa.

"From the address is right, sir!."

The car they were riding in, now stopped in front of the towering gate. The two-story luxury house is really like a palace in a fairy tale kingdom.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?" asked a security guard.

"Is this really Gita's mother's house?!."

"Yes!."

"I'm Salsa from SB Galery. I'm dropping off a souvenir package from Gita's mother!."

"Wait a minute, we'll confirm it first!."

Salsa nodded, after a while, the security guard returned and let them in.

"The house is good, Ma'am?" said the driver.

Salsa nodded confirming, After arriving at the front porch of the house. An ART welcomed their arrival.

"Please enter Mbak. Gita's mother is preparing!."

"Thank you!," Salsa followed the ART. While the driver dropped boxes containing souvenirs from the host's order, which was assisted by some of the house workers.

"Please sit. I'll make you a drink first!."

"One more time, thank you!."

Salsa looked around the house. There are no photos there. There are only a few paintings and home decorations that look so antique. Maybe the hosts don't like to show off their faces, Salsa thought.

His gaze was fixed on the aquarium containing small fish in the corner of the house. With a slow step, Salsa approached the aquarium.

"You guys are beautiful. But your lives are restrained and not free!" murmured little Salsa.

"When!."

Deg

That voice, the clear voice Salsa remembered. The voice of the man she did not want to hear. The voice of the man who has grown a new life in his womb. Salsa slowly turned around. His body froze to see the man who had spent the night with him now standing firmly before his eyes. Salsa reflex rewinds. He should leave immediately. But alas, a big hand first stopped his movement.

"Let go!."

"Let me go. I beg you, I don't want to deal with you anymore!," Salsa said softly.

Azka shook her head, which Salsa never expected. The man asked her to forget everything between them. Today, however, the man knelt down before him.

"W-what are you doing?."

Azka hugged Salsa's stomach and kissed her. "Father's son, you're healthy, son!."

Deg

Salsa's heart was beating fast, how could the man know of her pregnancy. Or maybe, all this time the man was spying on him.

No, I can't confess. This man would've taken my son if he knew I was pregnant. Salsa in the Heart

"D-Who!!."

Salsa looked at the middle-aged woman, who was staring at him. Salsa panicked, she released Azka's embrace on her stomach.

"It's not like you see, madam!."

Gita looked at Salsa intently. Salsa was the girl. Why didn't he realize it while reading the background of the girl. Mother's Love Orphanage. Right, that's the parlor he went to two weeks ago.

"He's pregnant with my son, Bun!."

"W-what are you talking about, don't make up stories!."

Gita walked up to Salsa, clearly visible if the girl's body trembled.

"Don't be afraid. Let's sit down!."

Salsa obeyed Gita's words, he sat down on the sofa next to the middle-aged woman. As for Azka, she sat opposite Salsa.

"This is the drink, please drink!."

"Thank you, bi!," said Gita, "Drink, you must be shocked by my son's sudden attitude!."

Salsa's outstretched hand took the title trembling. It did not escape the sight of Gita and Azka.

"Ka, get me here!."

Azka looked at her mother doubtfully. Because for two days his father was reluctant to talk to him, do not talk to each other Dirga reluctantly.

"Go, your father has forgiven you!."

Azka got up from her seat and walked up the stairs. Gita looked at the girl in front of her. There was gratitude when he found out that the girl Azka noda was Salsa, although what Azka had done could not be justified. Although disappointed and felt failed to educate Azka, but Gita tried to stay strong. He even asked Dirga to immediately bring the girl to his house. Who would have thought the fate of the night brought the girl here by herself. If only he had met Salsa. Gita will recognize him immediately.

"I'm sorry for my son!."

Salsa looked at Gita. "Why do you apologize, I don't even know you're your son!" Salsa tried to dodge. He doesn't want to deal with his family. Rich people like them can certainly do a lot of ways to seize their children later.

"Don't deny the reality, Salsabila. You know my son, even now, you're pregnant with our grandson!."

Deg