Not the usual Cinderella
Chapter 20

My sleep was so good, all the fear seemed to evaporate from my mind because of Joan's attitude last night.

Joan ...

Remembering that man made my eyes open for a moment. I spread a look that turned out that there was no one in this room but me.

Did I just dream last night? I rubbed my neck which suddenly goosebumps.

The knock on the door made me look. "Non is awake?" Ifa's voice from behind the door.

"Yes for a moment Fa," I immediately opened the door.

Ifa stood up with a few paper bags in her hand.

"This is Miss, from Mr. Billy," he handed the paper bag to me.

Billy's? I remember when Joan said last night that she would ask Billy to bring me clothes.

To make sure I decided to ask Ifa, "Fa did Jo last night uh Lord Joan come home?"

"I don't know Miss, last night after Miss's room, I went straight back to my own room."

"When did Billy love him?"

"So this morning Miss."

"Was Joan not there this morning?" if Billy had given me this morning the clothes Joan should have had.

"There's no Miss, Mr. Billy just love this for Miss and then go straight away," explained Ifa.

Maybe last night I had a dream, I looked at the clock on the wall and was surprised if it was very day.

"Oh yes then the hell yes Fa, I take a shower first," I should immediately leave the villa and return to the city.

I don't know what else will happen to me if my stepmother and lover's family are looking for me.

Cell phones.

I've forgotten that important thing, I haven't seen it since last night. Since entering the restaurant I did disable the ringtone.

Again many messages came from Adam and to the surprise of my stepmother sent many messages. Not a single message I have read.

Tumben, usually Nayla will be looking for me. Maybe the girl is still hurting from seeing me and Adam in the hospital.

I grumbled at Billy's promise that I didn't have to worry about anything, but he couldn't fix my even more important problem.

My phone rings again, I'm sure Adam can't wait to ask me a lot of questions when he finds out I'm online.

"Yes Dam?" my question is still trying to calm down, empty stomach and the burden of the mind that from yesterday is still stuck can not make me prepare many answers like, I have to avoid Adam first.

"Where are you Race? Gosh Race I'm worried," his voice half-screeched at me.

Relieved, it seemed like he was worried about me rather than having to grumble at length.

"Sorry Dam, I'll explain. I'll see you later in the afternoon, yeah," I know my answer won't calm my girlfriend down, but I really don't want to fight with her on the phone.

I chose to immediately clean up because I wanted to immediately find out the current condition of my father after being moved.

As I was about to leave the villa, Ifa called me and followed me hurriedly from behind. I just realized that the view in this villa is amazing.

The air still feels cold even though the sun is already in the crown. Really cold. If it wasn't for wanting to see Dad soon, I wouldn't mind being here any longer.

"Where are you going?"

"Sorry Ifa I have to go home soon, I want to go to my father's hospital," I deliberately explained my departure, who knows Billy or Joan will come here and look for my whereabouts.

I will also keep telling Joan via message. But I don't want Ifa or Mang Adi to get angry.

"Non what's up?"

"I've booked a taxi online," I showed my phone screen to Ifa.

"When Mister Billy will I say, Non?"

"Yes, be careful. Don't forget to come here often, Non" the sweet girl seemed to like me.

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I called Seza out of curiosity about how Billy would solve my problems at the office.

When I'm in the office, I'm sure Billy can help me, at least, I guess that my boss has a business relationship with Joan, maybe even because he knows our relationship.

But still I'll make sure it's through Seza. Until the ringing to my two calls went unanswered, maybe my office friend was busy.

I'd better postpone it because I'm close to the hospital now.

I chose to head to the receptionist to find out where my father was rather than having to ask my stepmother let alone Nayla.

The hospital official told me that my father was being treated in the VVIP room of this hospital.

Of course I was very surprised because I thought you would be transferred to a regular class like when I signed the transfer papers yesterday.

"This is the real thing Mbak, yesterday I signed for my father's room loh."

"Yes mbak, Mr. Billy who asked to move the ward of Mr. Winoto and all the costs have also been paid off," explained the nurse.

There's someone's signature that pisses me off yesterday.

There's one thing that scares me, did my stepmother meet Billy? How will I explain who Billy is to my stepmother and Adam for sure.

"Do my family know?"

"Already Ma'am," the hospital attendant smiled as I could only leave his desk after saying thank you.

I walked gontai towards the floor where my father was treated. Jesus, Billy and Joan instead of solving my problems complicate it.

What's more annoying, they just want to move and even pay all the costs of caring for the father without first asking me.

I'm a little happy, but the problems I'm going to face are even more complicated in the future.

Because for them, only with money will all problems be solved.

My temple massage, my stomach aches, since last night I haven't eaten anything and my head really hurts now.

The elevator door was open, my heart was racing again, when this step was like heading for the battlefield. As much as possible I breathe and think about what answers I give to my stepmother's questions later.

Stopped for a moment in front of my father's ward before I opened the door and smiled to look at him.

Dad's still awake, besides my stepmother, it turns out there's Nayla. The three of them were laughing cheerfully, looking very happy. The laughter stopped when I saw him coming.

My stepmother's gaze was like an arrow ready to kill me, while my father shed tears from the corner of his cheek, either because it was good to see me, or the rest of their happy laughter earlier.

"Here you!" take my stepmother while pulling my hand back out.

I threw it rough, I'm here to see Dad not to fight with him.

"I want to look at you!" I growled in a low voice so that my father would not hear, for we were still in his room.

"You want to talk to me!" he also replied as slowly as I was, despite being full of emphasis.

"Later to say, now I want to talk to you first!" hurry I left my stepmother who showed her an upset face.

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Tbc