Parents For My Baby
Quilty

Vienna was still crying in front of me, Mba Rani and I could only calm down while giving her the spirit to live this life. I can't believe Randi has also been so cruel to his wife's family.

In addition to killing his father and mastering all the treasures of Vienna, it turns out Randi also has many deposits, Vienna told me that in the past several times there were women who came to the house and hold Randi accountable. But because Vienna still believed in her husband at that time, she never mengubris the arrival of the women.

My chest felt so cramped hearing everything Vienna had to say. I sat quietly in my room looking at the window where we used to love. 'Sometimes I can't believe it's you, Ran.'

A warm rubbing touched my shoulder. "Don't think of Randi and Mila, it's time for you to take care of your life again."

"I don't think about Randi Mba."

"Good then, oh yes he said you want to open your cafe again, it's been half a year over your employees you stopped suddenly, when it was your cafe again rose, pity them Mila."

"Yes Mba, I'll tell them again, tomorrow we start to improve, Mba."

"Well, don't be sad again Mila, you have to be strong to live this all, your future is still long there is Amanda who needs you."

"Yes Mba, oh yes I yesterday had seen one of the posts on social media owned by Mba.." I said stuck, it feels so difficult I said the name.

"What post is Mila? last message from Amanda with Anton? what happened to Anton? didn't she come to this house often without your knowledge."

"Anton still coming to this house Mba?"

"Yes, for ten years Anton has been coming to this house a lot, but he doesn't want to see you, he doesn't want you to be bothered by his arrival."

"Ooohhh." I answered briefly, a pain and longing returned to my heart.

"Mila, is it never in your heart to go back to Anton? he is a good and responsible man Mila, actually Mba disappointed when you prefer Randi to Anton, what kindness Anton never touched your heart? Can't you just forgive Anton's guilt, he's not entirely guilty of what happened to you."

I just cried hearing all the words of Mba Rani. "Sorry Mila if Mba makes you sad, Mba doesn't mean to corner you Mila."

"Yes Mba Mila know, everything Mba Rani said was true, I was too naive and stupid to close my heart to Anton."

"When you were in Madiun a few months ago, Anton came here and wanted to see you."

"Meet me Mba? what's for?"

"He wants to take you to meet his mother, Anton's mother is very sick and wants to see you."

"Then what did Mba Rani tell him?"

"I haven't told Anton Mila the truth."

I just fell silent, my heart wondering if Anton knew what had happened to me if he would still accept me. 'Don't expect too much Mila, your body is already so dirty.' My inner heart.

It has been almost a month I have returned to this house, my cafe has been reopened, and as usual this cafe is always crowded by many customers, every afternoon until night, and as usual, this cafe is always crowded by many customers, the cafe is always crowded until there is no seat left.

Once a few days Miss Winda made a video call with me, she was really a very good woman and understood my situation. My son he named Kevin, he looks so cute, his body is full of stuff. Mba Rani and Dad also seemed to love Kevin, when I showed them the photos they looked so enthusiastic.

One afternoon I read a newspaper if a drug kingpin has been sentenced to life in prison. Yes, she is Randi, Dad also reported the captivity and rape she committed on me, with evidence of the doctor's visa we did. At first I did not want to, but Dad, Mba Rani and Vienna continued to force me to undergo a visa.

Not only the demands of my family, Vienna also prosecuted him for the alleged premeditated murder that Randi committed on Mr. Ridwan, the father of Vienna. The evidence that we have is so strong that Randi can not dwell even though he has been accompanied by a lawyer who is quite famous.

Suddenly a car stopped in front of my cafe. I thought he was a customer of the cafe, but I was surprised to see a figure I hadn't seen for so long coming out of the car. 'Mas Anton.'

He then approached me. "Will you come with me for a minute?"

"Where's Mas?"

"To Jogja Mila, to see my mother."

I was so shocked to hear his words, so many years had passed after he ruined my life now Mas Anton asked me to meet him.

"If you forgive me all your mistakes, she's very critical, she just wants to meet you Mila, please take away all your hate for her."

"I've never hated your Mom Mas, I was just surprised to hear that Mom was sick. Let's go now, Mas."

Anton nodded and we got into his car, Anton was driving so fast, I looked at his face every once in a while. He was still as handsome as before, then a chest tremor came back, but I had to realize who I was at the moment. I don't deserve to be with Anton anymore.

"Mas, forgive Mila's attitude all this time that has ignored you, I've been so outrageous to you, after all you are Amanda's real father, I shouldn't have been so bad to you."

"Already Mila, all has passed, do not think too much, I heard from Mba Rani you just from Madiun?"

"Yes Mas." I replied while looking down, a clear liquid flowed.

"Why are you crying? Is something wrong with me? I'm sorry Mila."

"Not Mas, this has nothing to do with you Mas." I said with a smile and I held one of his hands.

Anton then returned to the focus of driving the car until we arrived at a hospital courtyard.

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A man was sitting in the field of a correctional institution, a middle-aged man approached him.

"Oh so you're Farhan's son?" The man then looked at the old man. 

"Never mess around here young man, otherwise you will suffer the same fate as Farhan for daring to defy me!"

"So you killed Dad?"

"Then who do you think? Your father who challenged me here first, dare you do things like your parents, I will make you as capable as him!!!" 

Randi was so shocked to hear the old man's confession."So who killed Dad instead of Wiguna and Rangga?"

'Milaaaa forgive me Milaaaa' she said as she cried with contrition.

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