Stepmom Cold Bed
Recognize enemies

Maureen's steps were so rushed down the aisle of one of the hospitals in Bali. Since arriving at the airport, he went straight to the location of the hospital Tifani sent. His feelings were not out of the picture of Byan who was said to be vomiting until very weak and unconscious.

Aaarrgghhh, Tifani instead helped him but instead made it difficult for him.

He did ask Tifani to frame Byan in order to sign the Anggoro inheritance consent document but never asked Tifani to take his life. And right now, Maureen felt very responsible for the mistakes Tifani made. The noisy girl was indeed careless although it was unexpected that her mistake would be this big.

“Which side ER room?” maureen asked as she arrived at the reception.

“Please be here.” Answer the receptionist on duty.

“Patients on behalf of Byan, means Byantara Ethan Anggoro, is it still there?”

“We'll check first.”

Maureen waited anxiously. Tapping his fingers on the table, it felt like a long time waiting for the results of checking.

“Still ma'am, patient on behalf of Byantara Ethan Anggoro at ER bed four.”

“Good, thank you.” Maureen quickly ran towards the ER room. He searched the number four bed that the officer meant to check the whereabouts of Byan.

“Mo!” tifani exclaimed as she looked at Maureen who opened the curtain. His face was extremely tense with the rest of his tears not yet dry.

“What's the condition?” ask Maureen. He immediately approached Byan who was lying weakly on the treatment bed.

“Doctor was already taking action to drain his stomach. He lost a lot of fluids because of vomiting. Now again observation first, plan another hour enter the treatment room.” Tifani was full of guilt.

The guilt was also felt by Maureen. He looked at the unconscious Byan. In his hand was attached an infusion and an oxygen hose that closed his nostrils. His face was pale too.

Maureen touched her forehead which was filled with sweat dots. No fever, but he regretted the incident.

“Mo, I can go home right? I am afraid of the hospital. I also don't like the smell.” Rengek Tifani who was wearing a mask earlier.

“Iya, go back to the villa. Tomorrow we talk.”

“Iyaa... This statement letter has not been stamped on the signature. Lo aja who persuaded yaa, mumpung he was weak so must be obedient lo same lo. Bye Mo's.... ” Tifani also left Byan and Maureen after cramming the statement letter that is no longer shaped in Maureen's hands.

“Fan... Fan... I shouldn't expect more lo.” Maureen muttered after seeing Tifani leave just like that. Beautiful, but no brain, her behavior is also minus, yes that's Tifani.

Half an hour waiting, Byan finally moved to the treatment room. Maureen deliberately chose the VVIP room to be comfortable while waiting for Byan.

While waiting for Byan, Maureen laid her body on the sofa facing Byan's bed. He looked at the large, weak figure and fell asleep. According to doctors, Byan was left to rest and the drugs were put through an infusion tube.

This man can be helped because Tifani immediately obeyed him to immediately bring Byan to the hospital. I don't know if they're late. Byan may be in shock due to loss of fluids. This time, he was very sorry.

While waiting for Byan, Maureen read back the affidavit she had in her hand. It contained nothing but stating that Byan agreed with the division of the inheritance in the will of Anggoro and would not demand anything beyond that.

But it seemed, Maureen's wish could not be realized that quickly. Maureen, however, did not take the opportunity to force Byan to sign the affidavit.

Maureen decided to fold back the affidavit and put it in a bag. While waiting for sleepiness he checked his phone and checked several incoming emails.

He remembered that there was work to be done.

Until the early hours of the morning Maureen checked her work and her eyes closed by themselves when drowsiness could not be held. Maureen fell asleep while holding her phone.

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“Tuk!”

A small throw was felt by Maureen repeatedly as she was asleep. His deep sleep was disturbed when the little throw hit his forehead.

“Eeemhhhh what the hell is thisiiiii!!! Still sleepy to know!!!” mumbled Maureen without opening her eyes. He flipped his back to avoid throwing.

Byan the thrower, just a small smile to see Maureen who is still sleepy he managed to disturb.

What was surprising to Byan was that when he opened his eyes, he was in a very foreign room. The bright light above his head, the infusion tube that stuck in his left arm and of course the oxygen that blew through his nostrils made him want to sneeze.

Even more shocked when he saw someone sleeping on the sofa and that person was none other than Maureen, his stepmother.

He immediately released his oxygen hose. It felt like the oxygen was no longer needed.

Maureen who slept on the sofa immediately woke up in shock. He immediately sat down with his hair in a mess. His eyes are half open. With an appearance like this, somehow Maureen even looks funny and sweet.

“Again!” greet Byan with her guiltless face.

Maureen immediately made her appearance when she realized that she was in the hospital and waiting for Byan.

“For stepmom.” Sapa Byan again when Maureen was only stunned, not yet complete his consciousness. His plain face and his eyes that were flashing softly, were indeed very cute.

“Pagi.” Maureen's voice still sounded hoarse.

He immediately went to the sink and washed his face.

“Waah I was so happy, when I woke up suddenly there was a stepmother in front of me. Did you come here on purpose for worrying about me?” babble Byan in his rancid style.

He sat on the bed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. If it had been this way, he would have been healed.

Maureen did not answer. He just glanced at the cynical Byan from the sink mirror.

“When did you come? How do you know I'm sick? Do you care about me coming here? Good stepmom.” That barrage of Byan's words sounded annoying in Maureen's ears. Just look at his cynical smile.

Maureen could only let out her annoyed breath until a few grains of water were blown out of her mouth. Though he had promised that he had to leave before Byan woke up, so that his stepson did not feel noticed. But it seemed like his body was really tired, to the point of falling asleep soundly.

“I came here because I still fulfill my duty as a stepmother. So don't big head.” Cynical Maureen. He wiped his face with a soft towel.

“Yaa, you're a pretty good stepmom. Did you also pay attention to Anggoro until he invited you to marry?” asked Byan curiously.

Maureen turned her head and stared for a moment as her stepson was looking at her.

“Why do you always call your papah by his name? Can't you respect him more?” Maureen asked back.

Byan did not answer, he turned his face away from Maureen. He looked at the television in front of him. Even if it doesn't light up.

“Because he only matches on call with that call.” Sahut Byan's.

Maureen could see the change in the look on Byan's face quickly. Changed, yet full of anger. It seems that the relationship between father and son is not okay.

“How about you, what call did you give your husband?” Byan shifted his feelings by asking Maureen something else. Maureen's answer, which is always random, will certainly be more pleasant than the answer to her feelings for the man.

“No need to ask, you will be more upset. My call to the Anggoro mas is quite romantic.” Maureen replied as she poured water for him and for Byan.

One glass he sipped while the other glass he put on a small table beside Byan's bed.

Byan looked at the glass Maureen had placed and took it. He had not yet swallowed it, but asked again,

“Didn't there be any young men you thought were attractive until you chose to marry an old man?” this time Byan was really curious about her stepmother's answer.

“Nothing. No man is attractive to me other than men who have abundant wealth.” Maureen with confidence. He did not turn his head to Byan, but stood by the window and felt the fresh morning air caressing his face.

“Wah, it turns out that you are very matre. So, money is indeed the only thing you pursue.” Byan concluded.

“Together with you, your grandmother and your uncle. Why are you still asking?” maureen's answer sounded stark.

“With money, we can control many things. Including controlling the attitudes of those who oppose and hate us, so turning to adore us. Isn't that how the world works?”

Maureen raised her glass as if taking Byan toast. Byan did not chim in, he just smiled obliquely before then finishing off the water in his hand.

He was increasingly convinced that Maureen's purpose was his father's property.

But wait, why does his breath look so heavy? What was that woman thinking?

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