Not the usual Cinderella
Chapter 14

Waiting in the hospital was very boring, not that I didn't want to wait for my father, but there was really draining my energy even though I didn't do anything.

After the father regained consciousness and his condition began to stabilize, the doctor said that tomorrow the father can be moved to the public hospital room.

I didn't talk to him much either, because he had a hard time communicating. Only the look in his eyes radiated sadness.

As much as possible I tried to calm him down. I'm sure he's thinking about his wife and other children right now.

I told you that my stepmother and step-sister had found a new home that was just as comfortable.

He thanked me without a word, just a swipe at the back of my hand as a gesture from her.

I sent a message to Joan where I was, whether useful or not, but I certainly did my duty.

Right now I still have to be in the boarding house avoiding more suspicions of my family and lover.

Adam also could not keep his promise that would take the time to see me after his work, he reasoned that Joan's company suddenly asked him to see their project place.

It doesn't matter to me, it's not his wish, Adam did his job professionally.

Kusapa keeper kos-kosan that I rarely visit this.

"Malem Mbak Raras. Oh yes yesterday there was a nyariin Mbak Raras," said Mang Dayat when he saw me.

"Yes, they're my family. Just want to tell you if you're in the care," I explained.

"Oh my goodness, who is patient Ma'am, may his father be healed" a heartfelt prayer that I do not forget to assure.

Do not forget to give food to accompany their night duties.

I don't know too much about the residents of this boarding house, just a few, that's not too familiar either. The average person here is busy.

If there is free time, most of them choose to rest inside, or go home to their main house. No one gets too involved in other people's problems, the important thing is that we don't bring a couple who are not legal to be a husband in here.

Because the rules are like that here. So if it's just residents like me who rarely come home, they rarely care.

When going to open a boarding room, my boarding neighbor —Dinda happened to come out of his room. He was an office worker who I myself forgot what his company name was after we became acquainted at that time.

Dinda's pretty cool as a neighbor, I don't really know her life.

"Are you all right, Ras?" Ah maybe Dinda knows if my family came here yesterday.

"Okay Din, cape aja," I did not lie, if not out of politeness, eagerly wanted me to leave Dinda and rush into the room.

"What is your father?" I know it's not just a pleasantries, seen from the look of his face that looks anxious.

"Stable end Din. Sorry Din, I went in first kebelet nih," my sergeant, hoping that if Dinda is not offended, however she is my neighbor who I often ask for please save the package if I shop online.

He chuckled, "Ok ... Ok, I hope your father is healthy, Ras," he said before I completely closed the door.

"Thank you Din" I replied through the door.

Despite hating my stepmother, I can't ignore how she still wants to look after me. I can't go back if one of us isn't there.

I can't deny that he also thought about how he rested his old body in the hospital. Because you're still in the ICU room and the patient's caretaker can only wait outside.

The night air must have been very cold, even when I was there I was cold. Suddenly I was worried about him, how if he was also sick, we could follow the family bothered.

Not that I didn't want to take care of my father, but my own stepmother asked me to come home, she said I should keep working, because she didn't want me to get in trouble and make me lose my job.

As I was about to contact Sister Rini, she said that sister Rini and her housekeeper were exhausted from being busy helping with cleaning things in their new home.

I was wondering if I should just obey Adam and my stepmother's wish to rent in Adam's mother's neighbor's house.

It's also a pity that if they have to move back, I know exactly how much of my stepmother's stuff is.

Just now that I've shed this body, a message notification instantly makes me standby. I can't ignore the messages from anyone because I'm afraid of being cheated again because of my father's condition.

From a new number? When I opened up how shocked I was when someone sent me a picture of myself and Joan holding hands on a beach.

I remember this place very well, because just last month Joan invited me to this place.

Someone across the street resumed the message, saying I should meet him at a fancy five-star restaurant.

I frowned in wonder, who exactly is the sender of the message. If he was someone who just wanted to threaten and earn money, I'm sure he wouldn't meet me at that fancy restaurant.

But who? I'd love to call Joan to let you know about this, but I have my doubts.

The man is busy with his business and also with his fiancee of course.

Should I bother him? I bit my lower lip in doubt.

After being satisfied with various choices, I decided not to involve Joan first.

Because I'm sure if I'm going to be safe, that someone is definitely not just a random person who is just looking for money. I don't know what the real motive is.

I was wondering who the person who wanted to see me was.

There's one name that bogged my mind, what is Esterlita? But if it was her, there was no way the woman would have made small talk of wanting to meet me instead.

Ah, I don't know her either, I just never met her, just saw her on the television screen and the various banners that were displaying her face for various commercials.

It's just my mind that likens it to women in general, because usually, if women who know their partners are cheating, most will immediately hit without having to make small talk.

But there is no way Esterlita can I the same ‘kan with ordinary women. The woman was a public figure who could not possibly ruin her image. That's also if it's him.

My head was guessing who it was. If it's true that Estherlita is what I have to tell her.

Or maybe? My mind wandered around guessing that it might be one of Joan's family. Maybe his family doesn't want their family members to hook up with a woman like me.

They'll probably offer me some money and some assets to get me to leave Joan.

Eh realize that Raras, you watch too much drama. If that was the case, I would even prostrate myself to that person who had made it easy for me to let go of the snare of the covenant Joan made.

Given that the covenant letter made me nauseous, would it be that easy for me to release it without harming my family?

He threatened to finish off my family if I dared to try to leave him.

My life is really on the edge. I can't yet guess who exactly is the mysterious person behind this message, plus Joan's agreement freaks me out.

What if they threatened to take me down if I didn't want to let Joan go? Or just like Joan, they threatened to kill my family?

What a terrible family if they are like that, consider human life to be worthless.

I shuddered in horror at the thought of my fate and that of my family. Are we going to die horribly?

"Race be aware, you are too parno" I murmured.

I better hurry up and go see that guy. I had to dress pretty fancy because the restaurant wasn't for just anyone.

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Tbc.