Not the usual Cinderella
Chapter 21

We talked to my father shortly, because the medicine given by a nurse put my father back to sleep.

"You're selling yourself out?" my stepmother said shortly after my father's eyes closed.

"Dad from earlier was curious why he could be treated in this class Ka, there's no way we have money to pay for it. Who's Billy Ka?" the question came out of Nayla's mouth.

"Office man, karen brother already said the same mamah you if later brother borrowed the office for father's hospital fees," I explained.

Good thing my brain is moving fast looking for answers. They don't know my office mates, so I guess saying that if Billy was one of my bosses in the office, it could make them a little quiet.

"You're wasting money! If you borrow a lot for what you ask for a luxurious room for dad HAH!" because the slightly elevated tone made my father who had just fallen asleep become a little restless sleep.

"Mah!" exclaimed Nayla who tried to ask her mother to lower her tone back.

"I just want to borrow money for medical treatment mah, they do not believe because my debt is not paid off, so the office people who have been sent to come here themselves," a little amazed by my lies so smooth.

I thought she was angry because what, it turns out, was the same, my stepmother's brain was never far from money. He's probably upset that I'm wasting a lot of money just on paternity care. Though I'm sure my stepmother would have wanted me to give her the money so she could take care of herself.

"You already know if you often relapse, if there will be anything else how?" now my stepmother has calmed down a bit even though her tone still sounds irritated.

"Take it easy, the sustenance must be there just want to try," my snort tried to insinuate him.

My stepmother snarled, I'm sure she was upset to hear my answer.

"Part of you could have been when your father again like this how you are doing all of a sudden," he turned to insinuate me.

Looks like he knows I left last night. Out of whom, Adam?

"Mamah means?" ask me to find out further.

"Adam took Nayla semalem to your boarding house, said you went to the party."

I glanced at Nayla who was gently patting the back of the father's hand like a mother putting her child to sleep.

What would Adam want with Nayla to go there?

"What are you going to do there for Nay? Why not send a message first?"

"Mas Adam is convinced," he answered reluctantly.

My next question is why did Adam suddenly go to kos-ann? What's to make sure I'm home? Why should I be with Nayla? I actually wanted to ask Nayla all that, but my lips were suddenly twisted.

Silence surrounded my father's ward, the three of us were no longer arguing much, busy with each other's thoughts as possible.

Until, my stomach feels like it's in a stir, my head hurts. I ran to the bathroom and vomited out my yellow stomach and felt very bitter.

Maybe it was gastric fluid, my stomach disease seemed to recur because of my messy diet.

"Why you? Wind in?" ask my stepmother.

"I haven't had time to eat from yesterday Mah, like my stomach ulcer disease relapsed," I explained as I walked back to the sofa.

My head really hurts. Because the sofa in my father's room was quite large, I chose to rest my body there, unfortunately my intention was disturbed because of the words of my stepmother.

"You're looking for trouble! I already know the disease, late-eating support. Don't go to work, pay what you owe!" grunts.

Jeez when I found out that I was sick like this he was still angry, really Medusa drops.

Because my head hurts the more my stepmother babbles, the better I go out to fill the stomach who knows can relieve my stomach ache.

After I planned to return to the boarding house for a break, I really needed some sleep at this time.

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"Yes Ma—" the earth felt spinning as I spoke to Mang Dirjo and before long everything felt dark.

The hospital smell filled my smell. Did I faint? I squeezed my head hard when I opened my eyes, it felt throbbing, it was painful.

"You're aware of Race?" ask Dinda worriedly.

My brain digested the incident before I ended up here. As I left my father's room, I remember my stepmother still grumbling.

Arriving at the hospital canteen, only a small amount of food could enter my stomach, when I was coming home from the hospital, my stomach was stirred again and made me regurgitate the food I had worked so hard to eat.

Until at the cost of all my energy has run out, maybe I finally fainted.

There was a sense of disappointment in me, why I didn't just die, tired once I lived this kind of life, my mentality was really down.

"Ras, drink first," Dinda said as she offered a glass of water.

He helped me get up so I could drink that water.

This room is very small, and there is another bed next to my bed.

"Where is Din?"

"It's in Ras clinic, deket kos-an kok. Mang Dirjo who brought you here," explained Dinda.

"Would you like to move to a hospital?" tawar Dinda's.

"Think about Din, I'm going to take a break at the boarding house" my dear.

Dinda sighed, it seemed like she wanted to say something.

"Why Din?"

"Brace ... I'm sorry, you're calm, I'm not gonna say anything to anyone," he said to my curiosity.

"What the hell is Din?" my question is not to understand.

Dinda frowned confused, "do you not know Race?"

I shook my head, oh come on, Dinda, she knew that if I was sick, this would lead me to guessing.

Don't you know if she has a headache because my little brain is overworked?

She again sighed in her rude "You're pregnant Ras—"

"Well!" as surprised. I laid myself back in bed in shock at the news from Dinda.

Getting pregnant? Of course it's not what I want. There will never be a fetus growing in my womb at this time.

I feel I never neglect taking pregnancy-delaying drugs. But can man-made resist God's power if He wills?

I rubbed my lament, a tear dripping in the corner of my eye.

God, what more trials will you give me this time. Living with many burdens alone has made me want to give up and now You are adding to the presence of small creatures in my womb.

The bleak future I will live in will complicate the future of this child. Children whose presence is not desired by their biological parents. I'm sure Joan can't accept this boy's presence.

God, may I hope? Take this fetus back. Not because I was unhappy with his presence. But the burden of his future will be heavy if born of a mother like me.

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Tbc.