Pursuing the Love of my Maid
19. Amanda said Yes

A few moments in the guest room. Amanda had no choice but to accept responsibility from Abimana. Not now indeed, but Abimana wants Amanda to accept her good intentions.

"If I reject it, then how will I deal with all of this myself? I won't be able to face my anger alone. Not to mention if the mother's disease will recur because of it. Ah, how should I? If I take it, what if after this he'll just take my son and dump me?" thought Amanda with all her anxiety.

"Manda, don't be stubborn. This boy needs a father figure and I will take full responsibility for him and you. I'm not that bad as Amanda. If you don't want to be with me after this child is born, then it's okay, the most important thing is that he's got the status and has a father." Abimana presents the facts that will actually serve its purpose.

"So you mean, after this child is born you will divorce me?" ask Amanda with her teary eyes. I don't know why imagining it alone has made his eyes feel hot and pooled.

"Manda, if you want me to leave after taking responsibility, then I will leave you. Because I know, a forced relationship won't work." Abhimana spoke with great emphasis. The look on her face was once she hoped Amanda would understand her point.

"Yes fine, but at least later if your divorce is over. I don't want to be labeled as a woman who takes people's husbands, while here I am just a victim" said Neta softly.

"Why am I so happy to hear him say that? Why do you feel like I'm going to get new happiness? It is so relieving, "inner Abimana.

"Well, now you eat yes. This is what Magrib wanted, you have not eaten, since then" Abimana said, standing and turning around.

Amanda's eyes rounded as she looked at Abimana's back that was bleeding again and was sticking out of her shirt, leaving a wet red trail on her toska-blue shirt. "Sir, my back is bleeding. Did you lift me here?"

"Yes, oh this is nothing. I can treat it myself. You eat, I'll change my clothes. Tomorrow after the court, I'll take you to check the contents."

Abhimana spoke very calmly and just passed by. He reenters his room leaving Amanda, who can only stare at him. There is a feeling of compassion when you see a real good man trying to heal alone.

"Actually Mr. Abi is good. Very good in fact, just because of his mistake that night .. I .. ah, it has already happened. I can do anything but raise you son," muttered Amanda who smiled bitterly as she rubbed her stomach.

Amanda walked out and headed straight to the dining table. He smiled at the cuisine that was so good for him. His face immediately sparkled bright where when he saw two neatly arranged food boxes waiting for him.

"Is this all for me? But it looks like Mr. Abi hasn't eaten either," Amanda said. He looked up at Abimana's room.

"Ah, forget it. I eat alone, I don't want to be judged as a woman who likes to take advantage of and benefit from the good of others. Enough of what is given, I will receive." Amanda sat down and ate the food Abiman had bought for her.

After finishing eating, Amanda returned to the maid room that she usually stopped by. How surprised he was when he saw that his belongings were no longer there. Even the laptop was no longer on the small table there.

He opened the closet and his clothes were no longer there. Amanda was confused she wanted to take a shower but her clothes were not there. Immediately with his wide strides he headed to Abimana's room to inquire about the whereabouts of his belongings.

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

"Mr!" peekik Amanda surprised.

"What's? Don't say it out loud, I'm not deaf" Abimana said.

"Ke .. Why don't you wear clothes?" Amanda bowed and even covered her eyes from the scene that reminded her of the bitter events of that night.

"I just treated my wound, why what's wrong?"

"Em, the things from my room are all non-existent. Do you know?" ask Amanda who's still down.

"Oh, your stuff I moved to the next room."

"That room next door isn't the nursery? I mean the room that you prepared as a room for prospective children Father," Amanda errat.

Abimana walked to the room she had prepared for their future child. Amanda was behind him. The first time the door opened, Amanda was immediately amazed.

"Gee ...! Sir, is the room this good? Sir I just moved to my room yes, this is excessive and inappropriate for me."

Abhimana went into the room as if she wanted to do a room tour. "Here you are, you are carrying my son, right? So what is excessive? This room and all of it is worthy of my son. You stay in this room too will make it easier for me. If the baby cries I will hear it."

"But, it's still a long time. It's still a few months away" Amanda said quietly.

"Your village is said to have been 5 months, meaning there are 4 months left. I probably finished the trial about 2 months. After the trial, I want us to get married. I don't want to put it off for too long."

Amanda stared doubtfully at Abimana. He was not convinced by the decision of an Abhimana who was of a different religion to him. "But the non-Muslim father."

Abimana rubbed her face rough. He forgot about that. Abhimana is a Christian while Amanda is a Muslim.

"I will enter into your religion for the sake of my son. I know you won't convert." Abimana looked seriously at the surprised Amanda.

"Sir, don't play around, it's about something serious. It's about religion, '" Amanda said.

"I've been picking and thinking about all this for months Amanda. Ever since you said you were pregnant, I've been thinking about everything. I am guilty, so I am responsible. Never mind, you just occupy this room. I'll go take care of the needs of the trial tomorrow." Abhimana ended their negotiations.

"Yes." Yeah." Amanda nodded quietly without raising her face. His heart is currently not upset because Abimana's decision to take responsibility is not something that can be said to be playful until he wants to convert.

"Oh, yes. Report everything that happened. You lock the door to this room" Abimana said before leaving.

"He seriously? He seriously wants to take responsibility? His attitude also turned very gentle. Oh, what should I do ...?" inner Amanda.